When Mike Ferguson received his discharge from the United States Army, he was anxious to get back home to southern California and comfort his mother Doris.
Mike's father had died while Mike was serving Army duty, and as Doris Ferguson's only child, he felt that his mother needed a good deal of solace and support, at least for a few months.
Upon Mike's termination from military service in South Korea, where he was stationed, he flew immediately home. On the flight to Los Angeles he met a sexy married woman traveling without her husband. The tempestuous Sophie invited Mike to her posh hotel suite and they had an impromptu celebration welcoming him back to civilian life, one that delayed his arrival at his mother's
When Mike confronted Doris for the first time in several months, he immediately noticed the vast difference in appearance. While mourning in the immediate throes of her husband's death, Doris disdained even wearing make-up most of the time. Now she looked sleekly sexy, and after they imbibed a good deal of wine, Mike discovered himself being drawn sexually toward his ravishing mother. Doris, it turned out, wanted badly to be dominated and was hoping down deep that her son would be able to coax her into action with just the proper take charge tactics.
Once that Mike's confidence has been sufficiently bolstered through his ability to dominate his mother in bed, he decides to make a tall, sexy go-go-dancer named Cindy Bell succumb to him.
It takes some effort to persuade Cindy to give in, mainly due to the fact that she had chosen the lesbian lifestyle after the disintegration of a bad marriage. When her live in girl friend leaves Cindy to get married, she is left in both an embittered and despondent state. But the fearless Mike Ferguson then enters the scene, dominating Cindy as thoroughly as he had his mother.
Eventually Mike decides to bring his mother together with Cindy, and when that happens the fireworks begin to occur in every direction.
Mike Ferguson is a confident young man who believes in making women do his bidding through domination, even when one of the persons involved happens to be his own mother!
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Mike hardly thought he'd make it through those last few hectic months preceding his discharge from Uncle Sam's Army.
The thing that really bugged him was that he was stationed in Korea at a time when things were in a great state of uncertainty. The president had just announced his plans for a phased withdrawal of U.S. troops from Korea over the next few years, which had the grisly old veterans under whom Mike served, particularly the higher-ranking sergeants and the officer's corps, as mad as hell. Then something else happened that also rankled the high command. A venereal disease epidemic hit the battalion that Mike was stationed in, which meant that the trusty old whorehouses where he had gone regularly to get his rocks off were declared off limits with violators slated to face stern measures. Since Mike was so close to getting discharged from the Army, he didn't want to rock the boat and complied with the order handed down by the top brass, getting his rocks off by jerking up and down on the spongy tip of his rubbery cock until the juices sprayed, usually while he was holding a copy of Playboy or Penthouse in his free hand.
Once that he was discharged, Mike could hardly wait to hop a plane and get back to his southern California home. He was hoping to just shut his eyes and sleep most of the way, since he had gone out and tied one on with some of his buddies the night before, who threw him a going away discharge party.
He slept a little, but on one of the stopovers Mike couldn't help but sit up and take notice upon the arrival of a sleek, dark-haired, well built statuesque woman who had the seat next to his. Immediately Mike felt the old familiar twitching of his hard, perfectly-attuned blue-veined prick scraping against the confining material of his khaki Army trousers. As she slid her well-rounded, perfectly proportioned buttocks into the seat, he caught a glimpse for the first time of the glittering diamond wedding ring she wore. Even though he was disappointed and feared that nothing would probably happen between them, his hard, sturdy cock remained firm inside his trousers and shorts as he thought about how much fun this olive-skinned brunette with the raven-colored shoulder length hair must have had in bed and the attentions that her husband no doubt showered on her. She wore a light blue pantsuit and every now and then Mike felt compelled to take a glimpse at her large, firm bosoms, which stood out against the tight material of the top of her pantsuit.
Mike soon discovered that Sophie, as she introduced herself, was a friendly woman who enjoyed conversing with him, and all the while he would feel periodically compelled to shift in his seat as his long, swollen prick kept on acting up, reminding him of how great it would be to shove its resolute unyielding surface into this voluptuous married woman.
As Sophie got to talking she told Mike about her husband, who was a widely-traveled, world famous geologist, and her three kids. Even though a disappointed Mike considered the talk about marriage and family a turn-off, considering the intense, smoldering feelings that resided within him, he at least enjoyed talking to her, even if he was almost completely convinced that their relationship would go no further.
Sophie told Mike that she had been spending some time in Tokyo while her husband was working in Mexico City. She then related that he would soon be joining her in Los Angeles, and that from there they would travel to Hawaii together.
"Fred's quite a man with the ladies," Sophie winked confidentially as the giant 747 jet soared high into the clouds. "If I know him he's probably having a wonderful time with the sexy senoritas."
By then Mike was flabbergasted. The conversation was taking a suddenly unexpected turn and he couldn't begin to predict where it would proceed from there.
"Fred and I have a standing policy in our marriage," Sophie smiled coquettishly, cutely batting her long sensuous black eyelashes. "You know what that is?"
"What?" Mike asked curiously.
"We agree to look the other way for each other. I think it's a very sound policy. That way we can both have our cake and eat it too. And we can hold our marriage together at the same time."
From that point on the young but experienced Mike started observing the dazzling Sophie in a different light. He considered her a highly sophisticated woman who knew the score about life. She wouldn't have been revealing such intimate information about her marriage to him, Mike felt, unless she had one hell of a lot more on her mind than admiring his Army uniform.
Mike bought Sophie a couple drinks during the flight, hoping that the alcohol would loosen her up so she would become even more daring than she already had, and all the while his blood-engorged, stiff, itchy shaft remained poised to spring into action at the first available opportunity.
Just as the giant 747 was getting ready to touch down at Los Angeles International Airport, the sensuous Sophie decided to reciprocate and bought Mike a drink.
As he finished gulping down his drink, Sophie jarred Mike to his roots with a casual comment.
"Tell you what," she smiled, licking her ruby red sensuous lips with just the right degree of suggestiveness. "Since you've been so generous and kind on this flight, buying me drinks and all, I'd like to ask you up to my place for drinks."
"I'd love to," Mike quickly replied. "Where are you staying?"
"The Century Plaza Hotel."
Mike and Sopie caught a taxi at the airport and rode immediately to the posh Century Plaza Hotel in Century City. Throughout the ride Mike's stiff erect cock remained as hard and solid as a board, and it took all the self-composure the horny young man could muster to refrain from reaching over and at least copping a feel of Sophie's firmly sensuous breasts through the outline of her blue pantsuit.
Sophie insisted on paying the cab fare. A few minutes later Mike and Sophie were alone in the privacy of her impressive fifteenth floor suite. She quickly drew the thick draw drapes shut, cutting off the glittering sun of late afternoon and providing the romantic atmosphere of a dark evening.
Mike began to undress like a starved animal, his heart fluttering with acute need. Sophie watched with her hands on her hips, her dark, alert eyes taking in every movement as Mike wiggled his way out of his Army uniform.
Once that he finished tugging downward on his white Army boxer shorts and pulling them off of him, his thick, blue-veined member snapped proudly forward like a soldier moving promptly to attention. And attention he received as Sophie stared ever so hypnotically at every robust inch of his bulbous organ, which ached with desire for her beautiful body.
"It's obvious you're ready," Sophie laughingly declared, "but, then again, it was pretty obvious to me on the plane that you were ready as well from the size of the erection you had."
"You saw that?"
"My eyes are always perfectly attuned to a big cock, my dear," she laughed. "Yes, I saw your big hard-on."
Mike's firm fingers reached out and pulled Sophie toward him. He caught a fragrant whiff of her perfume as his warm lips pushed forward with invigorating desire. After finding the mark with one quick thrusting, probing lip kiss, the discharged soldier opened his mouth and let his darting red tongue slash forward toward her hot, receptive mouth. Her savory tongue met his in a whirlpool of frenzied desire as their saliva meshed. Their breathing became hot and heavy under the influence of their lustful, winding tongue movements.
When Mike released his tongue from Sophie's mouth, she ever so suggestively let her well-proportioned body slide downward and land on the bed with a thud.
"Come and get me, soldier boy," she sighed.
Mike eagerly flung his naked body forward, letting it land a few inches away from Sophie. His fingers lunged forward and made rapid fire contact with her pantsuit.
Desiring to please her young lover in every way, the knowledgeable married woman wiggled her body instinctively, eager to accommodate his efforts to undress her.
A quick series of gasps later, Mike's lunging fingers had succeeded in prying loose beautiful Sophie's pantsuit. He let out a quick swoon and his heart began pounding more savagely than before as he looked down at her firm alabaster skin, which he longed to touch, and which looked so tempting covered only by a pair of black lace panties and a matching brassiere.
Mike reached down and plunged his solid fingers confidently against Sophie's brassiere straps. He swiftly removed her brassiere with a tug of the wrists, after which his eager fingers reached down and made a swift grab for her warm, enticing, silky white breasts, which were so smooth and firm to touch.
His fingers dug and pressed deeply against the searing white flesh, and as he kept touching her the swirling waves of ecstatic desire in his long swollen cock grew more intense.
"Do I have a nice set of boobs?" Sophie asked grinningly.
"You're damned right."
"Men are wild about them," she nodded knowingly. "Go ahead. Keep up that crisp finger action. Keep plunging. Oh, yes, I like that. Plunge good and hard."
He withdrew his zealous fingers a few timely strokes later from beautiful Sophie's firm white boobs. After that he allowed them to tease her pink sensitive nipples, which stood up proud and tall with ever increasing firmness as she flipped her luscious white globes of breast flesh upward during the course of the stirring finger activity that Mike eagerly brought to bear.
All that was left was for Mike to remove Sophie's tight-fitting black bikini panties, and once that he removed his fingers from her hardened strawberry nipples he turned his attention eminently toward that pursuit.
His flinging fingers grabbed hold of the elastic of her black lace bikini panties, causing Sophie's firm, well-tapered thighs and ass-cheeks to grind with increasing sensation.
With unswerving determination Mike kept on plunging downward with his fingers as he slid them down Sophie's sleek, lovely legs, listening to the scraping sounds of panties merging with skin.
Once that he finished removing Sophie's panties, which spun into the air and landed on the rug a few feet away after he hoisted them dramatically from her ankles, he paused long enough to get a good look at her delicious furry triangle, her searing pink gash covered by her curly coal black pubic hairs.
"Do you ever look good," the horny discharged soldier gulped, "and are we ever gonna have fun."
"That's why I invited you up, soldier boy," she sighed throatily.
CHAPTER TWO
Mike shoved his torrid body forward, allowing his quivering fingers to reach out and make a quick stab for Sophie's ripe, firm white ass globes, which he was so eager to devastate with his fingers.
MI dig the action," Sophie whispered hoarsely. "That's where it's at, sweetheart. Give me more."
The assertive ex-soldier was more than happy to celebrate his return home as a civilian by tying into the fluttering, beautiful alabaster body which quickly kicked and squirmed in his grasp.
His fingers kept pressing and digging with increasing sharpness, fondling the firm folds of inviting ass-flesh. The harder that the panting, determined Mike dug his fingers intensely into the furrows of her flesh, the faster that Sophie's reactions became as she kicked with everything that she had.
As he suddenly eased his grip against her warm, inviting ass-cheeks, Mike then began to feel the surging waves of excitement in his hot red tongue, which was eager to blast off into an enticing target.
His tongue pushed its way toward Sophie's hard left breast petal, and ever so sweepingly Mike flicked his tongue against its warm surface, feeling surging waves of ecstasy throughout his body as he did so.
He then pushed his tongue upward with sweeping joy, letting it go to work with swift precision against her left ear lobe. Mike knew just how to tease her with his slow strokes, allowing his tongue to bury itself inside of her ear as he basked in the searing enjoyment of the delightful activity.
"You're too much, Mike, too much," the sensual housewife gasped as her lover kept tending to her needs.
When Mike finished driving his thrusting scarlet tongue inside of Sophie's blazing left ear, he then went to work on the right, according it equivalent treatment as he pressed and drilled with it, allowing it to stab with unabated joy inside her ear.
After the ear sucking had drawn to a close, Mike removed his tongue and pushed his still robust and eager fingers downward toward her eagerly flouncing white breats, which were begging for some commanding attention.
His piercing red tongue pushed downward in a flash, registering with seismic impact and joy as it circulated around the spirited circumference of her upward thrusting left boob, which received waves of sensation from every jolting movement.
He moved his tongue spiritedly for several long minutes against her hot white boob, then let it press with exacting thoroughness against her right tit. The longer that his tongue forged ahead and drove with exhilarating joy, the faster that her sleek charging legs moved with mounting urgency, kicking ever so dazzlingly.
"My pussy, my pussy needs some action," the horny brunette cried out with mounting need.
"With pleasure," Mike grinned.
His fingers reached down and took charge of Sophie's firm, sleek legs, and as he pressed his fingers against them ever so tightly he pushed his head downward between them. He then caught his first distinct whiff of her delicious muff, which supplied a perfect blend of her exotic female scent dramatically intermingled with some dabs of the same exquisite perfume that he had sniffed on other parts of her anatomy on the plane flight.
Mike couldn't help but think of how long it had been since his always eager tongue had worked its way down between the smooth, sensuous legs of a sexy woman while burying it with devastating impact inside of her warm, inviting muff.
What with his having to be concerned about disease in that so many of his recent fucks took place in whorehouses, it felt good to be sniffing the appetizing snatch of this beautiful woman, who obviously knew how to take care of herself. He looked down at her enticing pubic vee, highlighted by the thick downy black curls of her pussy, then let his eyes take in the sensuous warmth of her moist pink slit, which looked like it was literally begging him for some stimulating love.
His tongue probed excitedly as it slowly penetrated its way inside her moist pink slit. She jerked her body upward to give his blistering tongue that much more support in its quest to supply her with the ultimate in excitement.
Mike began by ardently nibbling ever so softly but sensuously against her clitoris. Every time that he made gentle contact with that sensation-ridden crevice of flesh, her hips and buttocks would wiggle with wild excitement.
He reached down and parted her cuntal lips ever so thoroughly with his fingers, enjoying the finger contact with the moistness of her torrid pussy, which was begging for attention.
When he began to work his stabbing tongue inside of her vagina once more, driving it deep inside her hot moist pit, Sophie reacted by extending her trembling lean legs and heaving long sighs, desiring all the erotic action that her lithe, erotic body could withstand.
"Run your tongue over my cunt," Sophie gasped, enjoying every devastating thrust that her lover sent forth, "oh please, oh, get me off, suck the juices out of me."
Mike kept on shoving his steaming, joy-ridden tongue into the most intimate depths of her seething pink moist gash, and now the sweeping waves of uncontrollable passion were dominating her entire body as she prepared to unleash the savory droplets of gushing pussy fluid from her ecstasy-ridden organ and into her lover's mouth.
"Oooohhhh, aaaaahhhh," she cried. "The stuffs gonna splash out of me. It's beautiful, so beautiful, keep your tongue pushing, yes, push it."
By then Mike was like a man possessed as he slid his slippery, slashing red tongue deep inside the wet, intimate confines of his lover's moist, fiery cunt.
His spearing tongue kept pressing deep inside her slippery wet hole, and finally, as her sensuous hips darted and danced in perfect precision to the whipping tongue movements to which she was being intimately subjected, the hot juices started to spill from her flaming organ.
Mike gurgled with great joy as his swift tongue kept pressing forward, seeking to capture every delicious morsel of the dazzling cuntal stream that splashed from the young housewife's pussy and into his mouth.
"What a tongue man you are," Sophie exclaimed, "oh yeah, I love it, I love the way you do it. I love gushing inside your mouth, I love it, oh, does it feel so good."
When Mike ever so slowly, removed his probing, educated tongue from his lover's now relieved mound, he looked down at his huge, bulging, purple-veined cock, which was as desperately in need of swift action as had been the sizzling pink slit of Sophie only a few minutes earlier.
All Mike had to do was point down toward the bulbous head of his stirring shaft. Sophie was quick to move into action, letting her fingers astutely press and slice as they went to work skillfully on the nub end of his stiff prick.
As Sophie ran her fingers slowly but surely against the hard, firm surface of Mike's elongated penis, he felt tingly sensations enveloping his entire body, most particularly in his scorching cock and his steaming balls.
"Faster, c'mon, do it faster," he called out to her in an excited tone, seeking all the hot attention he could obtain.
Her cool sensitive fingers fastened themselves to his warm, bulging balls as she stroked with intense desire. When she released her fingers from his sweltering testicles a few moments later, Sophie stared into Mike's eyes.
"Do you want me to go down on you?" she asked.
"No, I've got something else in mind right now."
"What is it, dear?"
"I wanna push my prick deep and fast into your pussy."
"Excellent. I'm all for that myself."
"I thought you would be."
"Just look at that giant hammer you've got dangling between your legs. Oh, yes, I like the looks of it, and better yet I'll enjoy the feel of it."
He pushed his raging cock with a lunge of sadistic delight deep inside her warm, moist slit as Sophie busily manipulated her searing hips to the savage accompaniment of his steady tattoo-like stabs of his sturdy penis vehicle.
Mike's balls expanded with increasing arousal as his devastated lover let out an animalish mewl to express the pain that she was feeling from the ferocity of his knife-like cock blasts into the deepest recesses of her belly.
"Oh damned, you're hurting, baby, you're hurting me with that slashing stick."
As Mike kept up his relentless fucking attack, he looked down at Sophie's white globes jutting from her chest, excited by the realization that soon the torrential creamy thick sperm would cannonade from his bloated balls and descend into the slippery pink portals of her throbbing pussy.
He kept measuring every stroke carefully as he stared at the rounded plane of Sophie's stomach, down to the soft curling fleece of her pubic triangle. While his lust-hungry cock continued to crave the depraved action of the moment, Mike reached down and let one hand move slowly down from Sophie's creamy firm tits as his stiff, intense organ kept impaling the swollen, moist lips of her quivering mound.
Sophie's thighs widened to every squirming blast, and when Mike heard her let out a hiss and a mewl, he knew just how closely she was moving to the point where the luxurious pussy juices would spring from her pulsating vaginal lips.
His probing tool continued working its blue-veined stiffness ever deeper into her open, wet cunt as she clenched her teeth and moaned softly, allowing her squirming white buttocks to slash back and forth to every devastating penetration.
With wanton lust and an unswerving sense of depraved adventure, Sophie's seething hips continued to roll as she reached out and twisted her lover's hair.
"Keep it up, oh please, please, keep fucking me," she signed as a torrent of passionate need gushed through her whole body.
The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas pushed Mike into a frenzied, blinding furor. His cock and balls ached with blood-filled lust, and then suddenly he grew flame-hot as his burning turgid stiffness kept sinking to the dewy depths of Sophie's cuntal petals as she gasped with gushing need.
He grabbed her jutting milky breasts and held on for dear life, clutching as tightly as he knew how, enjoying the animalish mewls of pain that emanated from his now helpless lover. As his heart kept pounding with ever-swelling need and his swollen testicles itched with increasing desire, Mike kept on battering her with his stout tool as her legs widened, twisting with resolute desire.
The flowering lips of her torrid cunt widened as she helped guide Mike's flaming tool ever deeper into the lusty dampness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. He perseveringly sank his fingers into the full cheeks of Sophie's trim ass cheeks as he rammed his body downward, at the same time supporting his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her lower torso as his lewdly provocative stirring male member disappeared into her pussy with a wet sucking sound.
Sophie groaned as her body tightened into an arch of hardened passion while he kept hammering his lusty blood-engorged phallus into the warm, wet walls of her hot vagina as his heart pounded and he drove zealously forward, pushing that much nearer to the inevitable moment when the floodtide of seething white juice would spray with voluminous need from the end of his swelling, ecstatic member.
She writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming with acute need as Sophie once more let out a low sensual moan as her lover kept steadily driving his cascading cock up between her smooth trembling legs.
The squirming brunette raised up under the pressure of his intensely pressureful fingers, Mike's glistening prick sliding out until the coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her moist, depraved, lust-filled furry fissure, which continued to silently beg for more and more of the same kind of lust, the kind that Mike was supplying with his rigid, hammering male member, which kept blasting its way between her lewd, nakedly splayed thighs.
Faster and faster he kept pumping with his steadily sweeping, blood-engorged prick as her face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her hissing breath burned in her lungs.
Mike felt the smooth raw flesh of his passion-dominated lover's sizzling cleft clasp him tightly and clasp against his pulsing shaft until his agitated balls felt ready to explode in a quivering earthquake of energy-ridden, lust-craved devastating delight, a veritable towering inferno that would know no rest until the seething fires of phallic culmination which were stirring ever so restlessly within Mike were fatefully extinguished through his wicked, hammering penis stabs.
Hissing with craving animal lust, Mike drove deeper and deeper into the torrential inner fibers of Sophie's wet quaking vagina with each sizzling thrust of his zealous buttocks. Sophie twisted her head from side to side, flaying her hair against the bed as sweat began to drench her thighs and her searingly alive and rapidly twisting fleshy white tit globes.
like a woman possessed, a lust-crazed, panting bitch in heat, Sophie drove her electrified soothing white hips up, screwing every inch of his stiffly pounding penis as Mike let out a loud gasp while she eagerly responded to every devastated inch of his mammoth cock, routing the huge head around in her seething belly, eventually causing him to gasp and quiver.
A fierce storm whirled through Mike's body as his surging tool kept pounding deep into her pussy and battering her cervix ever so unashamedly and hungrily, and all the while he could feel the acute waves of lusty male animal need surfacing with greater awareness in the stirring depths of his groin, recognizing that the volcanic heat stored up between his trembling hairy legs foretold the imminent eruption of boiling sperm.
Sophie sensed the oncoming volcano as well. She constantly felt the tuggingly acute, ripping sensations of Bob's turgid prick springing forth, swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy moist pink vaginal walls.
"Please, not yet, not yet," Sophie begged. "Wait for me. Wait, please, please, oh wait."
Her lusty nakedly splayed legs extended ever so widely with surging need as Sophie bucked and writhed with insatiable desire on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins atremble.
"Harder, harder," she begged, "oh damned, slam that fucking thing into me. C'mon, dammit, I'm your bitch, your filthy whore. Fuck me, keep fucking me, fuck my naked hole, screw, screw, keep on screwing, I'm a bitch, a no good bitch who wants to be fucked."
Mike licked his lips with swelling desire. He reached out and let his warm, invigorated hands reach out and take a solid slap at her ever quivering, flouncing fleshy white buttocks.
He groaned as he slashed with his intensely pounding solid white prick while the bubbling droplets of his thick creamy seminal fluid prepared to descend from the end of his bloated skewering shaft, which was filled with acute waves of need as the blood rushed to his head and he hissed.
His thick meaty cock throbbed as the milky white semen splashed in leaping bursts, inundating her slippery, squishy vagina and cascading hotly around the wet pink lips of her swollen orifice. It was as if time had stood still and there was not a care in the world for the sensuous housewife as his compulsive hips kept rolling with ravaging, tempestuous need while the slippery sloshing cum kept spraying out of his meaty instrument and engulfing every delicious fold of her dewy moist cuntal petals.
"Keep rocking," she begged. "Oh damned, my cunt's on fire, the hots tuffs gonna spray, oh, ah, it's gonna spray. Let it all hang out, you lusty son of a bitch. C'mon keep fucking, I've gotta shoot my juices. Aaawww . . . yessss . . . I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!! I love it, it's pouring out of 'me, yes, it's really pouring."
Her upraised buttocks slashed wildly as the spurting juices of her blazing female nectar rose like a torrent with fleeting suddenness from the flaming depths of her womanhood, gushing inside her furry moist pubic triangle and trickling down her searing, quivering thighs while Mike's steadily rotating cock kept machine-gunning its way into the tight, ecstatic portals of her volcanic vagina.
"You're there, it's great," Mike gulped.
His lover lewdly panted, wrapping her luscious, creamy white thighs around Mike's panting body as his stinging cock kept sinking and sinking ever deeper within her until the final droplets of his splashing fluid had finished spraying into the innermost depths of her agitated cunt.
Suddenly everything became calm as Mike ever so slowly eased his cock from her devastated, gooey cunt, which was covered with intermingled droplets of her own pussy nectar and Mike's thick white ravishing prick fluid which he had so enormously enjoyed depositing into her.
He heard a delightful squishy sound as Mike removed his prick from her mound, and as he rolled over on his back and cast his eyes in the direction of the raven-haired beauty lying next to him in the bed, Mike felt enormously gratified over meeting somebody like her at a time when the desires within him were even greater than what he had imagined them to be. And as she lay stretched out, her sleek white legs extended, Sophie looked over at Mike and winked.
"You've got a lot of lead in that wild pencil of yours, soldier boy," she winked.
"You oughta know, because you helped put it there," he replied.
CHAPTER THREE
The mutual waves of exhilarating sensual need remained between Mike and Sophie.
Under certain conditions, at certain times and places, both Mike and Sophie would have considered themselves damned lucky to obtain the kind of thoroughly stimulating action that they had provided for one another in the panting, supercharged atmosphere of Sophie's suite at the Century Plaza Hotel. But despite the wild ecstasy that they had enjoyed in their recently completed, twisting tryst, they felt like reaching for the sky and starting anew.
The air hung heavy with the deliciously invigorating smell of sex, and that only served to excite them that much more as they looked into each other's eyes with total understanding. It was one of those mutual realizations that only two sex-crazed people can comprehend while in the throes of naked wanton lust.
Sophie eased her shapely body slowly toward Mike, who reached out and tenderly slid his fingers through her strands of black hair. After he had stroked her raven tresses for a few uninterrupted minutes, the voluptuous beauty reached down with both hands and slid her fingers securely against the smooth rubbery base of Mike's cock.
She noticed that it had gone down somewhat following the ex-soldier's wild orgasm, but even though it was slightly on the flaccid side at that particular point in the proceedings, Sophie remained undaunted by it all. As a matter-of-fact, waves of passionate yearning began to awaken within her, stirring throughout her entire body as her lips tightened and a naked white heat began to surface in the pit of her stomach, serving her with a compelling reminder as to just how badly she wanted an encore with this handsome young guy.
As her fingers continued to carefully massage the foreskin of Mike's penis, Sophie's eyes lit up with mounting joy as she watched the life beginning to snap back into Mike's previously flaccid organ under the slow but intense pressure of her grinding finger maneuvers, which ultimately prompted Mike to sit up on his haunches and watch her with ever growing admiration.
"You're quite a stud, soldier boy," she intoned soothingly as she began to step up the tempo of her finger action.
"You're all right yourself," he replied. "Your husband's sure a lucky man if you give him the same kind of action that you've been giving me."
"I do," she quickly nodded. "He's a sexy guy and wouldn't stand for any less."
"Well, he's sure got a sexy woman."
"Glad I could please you."
"Could? I don't like the past tense."
"Believe me, honey, I didn't mean it that way."
"Just don't scare me like that. With you doing such a good job on my cock I can think of only one thing."
"I hope it's the same thing I'm thinking about," Sophie smiled lewdly as she licked her lips.
"That's exactly what I'm thinking about. You wanted to go down on it before and I sure wasn't trying to discourage you. It's just that your moist pussy was looking up at me, and, well, I couldn't stand it. I had to let my cock charge."
"I loved every second of it."
"I'll bet you're just fantastic at giving head."
"I don't play around."
With that Sophie began to increase the decisive flow of her energetic finger movements, running them with sensitive precision against the smooth sensitive tip of Mike's volcanic phallus for a few more strokes, after which she then began to sweep up and down with her craving fingers along the now turgid base of his purple-veined prick, which was beginning to mushroom with the same kind of intense quivering need that it had felt before.
The sight of Mike's massively hardened penis jutting out at her prompted Sophie to exercise her swirling fingers with even greater dashing acute need than ever. She squeezed the tender yet firm flesh with unflinching desire, then slid her head down between his firm, hairy legs as she picked up the enticingly delicious scent of his musky male aroma, which caused her heart to begin beating pulsatingly and prompted her fingers to start trembling with much greater speed than before.
As her fingers kept clutching sharply against the firm fleshy base of Mike's lewd lust-crazed organ, the sexy brunette reached out with her wet scarlet tongue and began pushing it teasingly against Mike's cream-filled, lust-coated balls, which bulged with itching sensation and desired to spray into her mouth with torrid desire.
"Get down there and suck me," he begged.
She sucked with a rising crescendo of compelling need, allowing her steadily slurping tongue to attack his orbs of bloated balls again and again, driving him that much nearer to the moment when the thick white seminal fluid would have to splatter from the end of his stiff prick and into her mouth.
"Switch to my cock," he finally hissed, feeling the aching sensation that continued mushrooming in his quaking balls. "C'mon, bring me off, Sophie, oh, you cocksucker, c'mon, eat my cream, swallow it, oh yes, it's gonna gush from my prick."
Mike reached down and ran his fingers through his hungry lover's hair as she obediently removed her twisting tongue from his skewering testicles, then prepared to drive her wiggling, dampened scarlet tongue against the fleshy base of his bulbous spear, which hungered with raging passion as the blood rushed quickly to his desire-ridden cock-head which seemed to peer up at her and announce its lusty intention.
Beautiful Sophie heaved a deep sigh, paused momentarily, then got ready to drive her stinging tongue against his erect member. As her tongue scraped up and down the heavily-veined hunk of thick flesh he gulped with blinding need, reaching down and letting his strong, sturdy fingers move up and down her back as she kept up her movements, gradually intensifying them as the sucking persisted.
Mike watched his lust-crazed lover bob her head up and down, her flowing black mane flailing relentlessly in the breeze as her conscientious tongue kept blasting diligently, moving up and down the entire length of his torrid shaft.
While her tongue drove sweepingly against his stirring cockmeat, Sophie reached down and simultaneously drove her fingers against the wet ball sacs which she had let her spirited tongue scrape against repeatedly only a few minutes earlier.
He looked down at the turgid rubbery base of his electrified shaft as Sophie kept on bringing her tongue to bear, letting it thrust with uninhibited desire as it pressed along the entire length of his hot, inflated instrument while she propelled him that much nearer to a seething, ecstatic climax.
"C'mon, just a few more stabs," he gulped, rolling his hips with quivering need as he slid his fingers against her creamy warm thighs. "C'mon, finish it. Suck me off. Damned can you suck, you know just what a man needs."
Her tongue began hurling itself restlessly up and down the bloated tip of his erect steel shaft, and as she kept on slurping with her hot tongue, making squishy sounds in the process that caused his heart to thunderously pound, her fingers imbedded themselves firmly against his seething testicles.
His hips rose in an ever increasing torrent of lusty need, and now the flaming droplets of his skewering penis juices were set to splash from the end of his blistering prick.
The overwhelming itchiness in his searing balls caused his hips to fling with quaking need as the first few fiery drops of his splashing white juice started to splatter intensely from the end of his thundering organ and into her waiting mouth.
Mike reached down and made a quick grab for Sophie's firm ass flesh as he clutched diligently, her body twisting as he clung to her fiery flesh, and as the spewing white cream began to pour from the end of his flinging, rock hard spear and into her waiting mouth, he listened with great satisfaction to her throat moans, then the sounds of intense gurgling as he filled her with his volcanic, steaming need.
"Suck it out of me, every drop," he gulped.
Her tongue kept pressing and sweeping against his torrid flesh as she sought to catch every fiery droplet of flaming seminal fluid that poured voraciously from the end of his bulging cock and into her mouth.
He watched as she ever so droolingly attacked his lusty pole, her steaming tongue lapping enticingly as she caught the spurting droplets of his phallic nectar.
A few drops rolled down her chin, but the desirous Sophie held her ground and managed to gulp down the remaining gushy pellets of flaming phallic fluid.
After the final few spraying droplets of Mike's frenzied juice had spilled from the end of his cock, Sophie rolled off of him and smiled. But this time there was tiredness in her eyes. The supercharged session that she had enjoyed with the homey discharged soldier had left her almost limp as her head swirled and she kept thinking about every tempestuous movement that their bodies had shared.
"Do we ever make a team," Mike laughed wearily, "and am I ever bushed. I feel like we've been fucking for days."
"Tell you what. Let me take you to dinner. We can put a little food into our systems, then come back and do it again."
Mike paused before answering, carefully weighing the lusty brunette's offer in his mind. He hated having to be put in such an awkward position. There was an unmistakable chemistry that flowed between them, the kind he could not hope to repeat every time out with every woman whose body he shared. He would have loved staying the night with Sophie, and he calculated that eventually she would ask him to do that very thing. But one problem stood in the way. His mother was expecting him to arrive sometime that night.
He thought about how lucky he had been to tell his mother prior to his Korean departure that he would rather surprise her by arriving by cab in his Army uniform rather than having her pick him up. There was something about such a dramatic meeting that they both found touching, and as a result they had agreed upon that course of action. If his mother had been there at International Airport to greet him he never would have been able to experience a wild adventure with Sophie in the cozy atmosphere of her hotel suite.
But enough was enough, he was finally forced to admit, even though he would have loved prolonging his wild session with Sophie. His mother was expecting him that night and he could not delay any longer.
After all, he thought, he had already spent a good deal of time screwing Sophie. He had to get home and, besides, there was no need to be a glutton about things.
"I'd really love to," he finally told her, "but my mother is expecting me home tonight. I've really gotta be splitting."
"I understand, honey," Sophie patted him on top of the head affectionately. "I wouldn't think of keeping a cute guy like you from returning home to see Mom. It was great balling with you."
"Listen, so far as I know I'll have some free time tomorrow," Mike said expectantly. "As far as I'm concerned we could get together sometime then if you'd like. I can drop by here if that's convenient."
"I'd love to, sweetie, but it just won't work out. My husband's due in on an early morning plane and somehow I just don't think he'd understand."
"I thought you both said you looked the other way," Mike grinned.
"Only up to a point. He'd never allow anything like that to go on right before his eyes. On top of that, if I know him he'll be good and homey for my bod by now. We're still plenty hot for each other, even if we have been married twelve years, and even though I'm sure he hasn't lacked for action around the senoritas."
"Then I guess this is it," Mike said solemnly as he raised his body slowly from the bed and began putting on his T-shirt.
" 'Fraid so. I've had a ball."
"So have I."
Sophie reclined on the bed with her eyes closed as Mike put on his clothes. Every once in a while he would steal yet another look at her trim voluptuous body. She was well-proportioned any way you cut it, he thought, with shapely, firm white breasts, sensuous hips that tapered to perfection, and a well-rounded set of glowing white ass-cheeks. She was a good fuck by even the most discriminating man's yardstick, and it couldn't help but bolster the young man's confidence to think that he had shared a smoldering bed with her in his first romantic confrontation upon landing in America following his Army stint.
Every now and then Sophie would look over at Mike and smile, remembering vividly how beautiful it had been receiving his fleshy cock thrusts inside her seething womanhood, then reaching down and attacking his sultry pole with her sensitive tongue until the devastating drops of his searing penis fluid had spilled from him.
Having finished tying his shoes, Mike rose from the chair on which he had been sitting and walked over to the bed.
"Well, guess this is it," he said, hating like hell to leave but knowing that he had to.
"It was great fun."
Sophie quickly lifted her stunning alabaster naked form up from the bed and threw her arms tightly around Mike. As she let her thickly sensuous, invigorating red lips spontaneously cannonade against his he noticed the rippling sensations quickly returning as his hardening cock rubbed sensitively against the outline of his shorts and trousers. He felt compelled to withdraw his lips quickly from Sophie's for fear that he would be involved in some more blazing sex at a time when he needed to go home.
"You're gonna make some lucky woman a great guy, soldier boy," Sophie winked as she watched Mike stride toward the door.
"Thank you," he said, waving as he opened the door and departed from Sophie's posh suite.
As Mike got on the elevator and rode down to the lobby, he wondered just how much time he had spent in Sophie's room. The time had passed quickly what with his adrenaline flowing as it had been.
When he reached the lobby a few minutes later he discovered that it was almost eight o'clock. Just as he had thought. Mike had spent a good deal longer than he had anticipated.
Mike hailed the first cab he saw parked in front of the large, busy hotel.
"Where to, soldier?" the cabdriver asked.
"The Valley," Mike replied, climbing into the back seat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mike Ferguson had considered much of his Army tenure tedious, but he was happy about one thing.
He had gone into the military as a means of getting away from home and establishing himself as a man. Mike, an only child, felt that he had led something of a sheltered existence with his parents, and regarded the military as just the vehicle to rise to manhood.
The one major tragedy that occurred during Mike's tenure in the military came about not in his own personal activities in adjusting to Army life but something that happened at home, miles away from where he was stationed. A year and a half. earlier Mike Ferguson's father had died of a sudden heart attack. The elder Ferguson had spent most of his adult life in teaching, and had been promoted to a full Professorship in English at a college in the San Fernando Valley not far from where he lived.
Now Mike was determined to accomplish something in the civilian sector in life and to spend a good deal of time with his mother, particularly in the early phases following his return from Korea.
As the cab pulled to a halt in front of the same familiar white picket fence and neatly manicured lawn and the same white one story house where Mike had spent close to a decade of his life, his stomach began to tie up in knots.
He paid the driver and got out of the cab, walking slowly, his knees stiff with tension, toward the house. It would be the first time in six months since he had seen his mother, who was still in a state of gloom over his father's death the last time he had been home.
There was one thing about which Mike Ferguson was very proud. He had worked his way up the ranks to the position of Staff Sergeant, and knew that his mother had expressed pride in his accomplishments as well.
As Mike stepped in the door he could not help but let out a gasp of surprise as he observed his mother smiling ecstatically his way. She looked totally different than she had the last time that Mike had seen her, when she had assumed a glamorless matronly air and could talk or think of scarcely anything other than what a fine man her deceased husband Carl had been and how terribly she missed him.
On the last occasion Doris Ferguson had been dressed very plainly and had successfully made every effort to cover up her physical attributes. Now her flabbergasted son was staring at a completely different Doris. His mother wore a tight red sleeveless blouse that afforded a generous view of her firm, jutting breasts. On close inspection Mike concluded that they were even larger than Sophie's. She was also clad in a pair of exceedingly tight-fitting leopard slacks that showed off the curvaceous accent of her superbly well-rounded ass and her trim, sensuously firm legs. Doris Ferguson wore no shoes and let her strands of sparkling blonde hair hang down almost to her waist. Mike remembered that the last time he had seen his mother her hair was a drab brown color and done up confiningly in an austere bun.
She exuded a stunning sensuality and radiant beauty un-like anything that Mike had seen in years. The initial impact that she made on her startled son was one of frozen silence as he paused long enough to let the comprehensive changes sink in.
"Mike darling, so great to have you back," she gasped with glee, rushing toward her tall, slender son and throwing her body against him, resoundingly kissing his lips.
When Doris Ferguson made contact with her son, she accidentally let her firm enticing breasts rub against his chest. That coupled with the decisive manner in which her thick red lips landed explosively against his caused his body to vibrate slightly and his sturdy penis to spontaneously harden inside his trousers. Mother or not, Doris looked so appealing that her son could not help but react erotically to her presence and the physical contact that transpired between them.
"You're looking great," Mike gasped after she released her lips from his, hoping that she did not notice the instant swelling of his aroused cock that had taken place when her body brushed against his and her lips plunged against his own.
"You're not looking so bad yourself, Mr. Sergeant Mike Ferguson," Doris patted her son gently on the shoulder.
When his mother's hand made seemingly innocent contact with Mike's shoulder, he felt yet another surging sexual vibration shoot through his entire body. He felt instantly troubled over what was happening. Even if Doris did look extra appealing he still had to remember that she was his mother. He felt guilty over feeling the sweeping waves of passion that had suddenly coursed through his whole sensitive body. Could it be that he had been in stir too long in the Army? he asked himself. Mike damned well hoped so. He didn't fathom the idea of getting aroused by his own mother.
"I'll bet you're starved," Doris said.
"Well, they served us a good meal on the plane."
"But that was a long time ago, wasn't it."
"Yes."
"Knowing my growing young boy that undoubtedly means that you're famished by now."
"I could use something to eat."
"Great. I'll fix a couple steaks I bought earlier today just for this special occasion."
Doris insisted that her son sit down and relax while she prepared the meal. He thumbed through recent local newspapers in a quick effort to catch up on some of the appreciable news that he had missed during his Army tenure but soon gave up the effort. Suddenly the wear and tear of the exceptionally long flight began to catch up with Mike and he became sleepy. He now realized for the first time that he had been operating on a temporary rush of adrenaline during his long and eventful fucking session with the sensuous Sophie, as had she. Before he knew it, Mike dropped off to sleep, only to be awakened by Doris after she finished preparing dinner.
As Mike sat down at the dinner table across from his beautiful mother, he could not help but feel relieved to see her so vibrant and acting so happily. He recalled that his mother, during the time when his father was alive, had been sedate and generally willing to fade into the background. Since Carl Ferguson had been the fortifying element of her life, Doris had been understandably crushed when he died. At first she refused to do much of anything other than cry in seclusion over the void in her life, but finally, on the advice of Mike and several of her friends, she had taken a job as a bank teller mainly for therapeutic purposes in hopes of throwing off the tugging waves of depression that were severely troubling her. During that critical period Mike offered to obtain a discharge to help nurse her through this period of need, but Doris emphatically rejected the proposal, expressing strongly the wish that he finish his military service and not obtain a discharge until its regular conclusion.
Mike had not realized just how hungry he was until the juicy steak, hot sour dough bread and French fries were put before him, after which he ate heartily.
"I also bought a bottle of vin rose for the occasion," Doris smiled, "something special for the occasion."
In addition to devouring the steak, bread and French fries, Mike also rapaciously attacked the bottle of vin rose wine with plenty of help from his mother.
By the time that the bottle was finished and the celebration terminated, both mother and son were feeling the effects of the wine. At first Mike became giddy, but soon enough the tiredness which had surfaced before the meal reappeared.
"I've made your bed up for you, my dear," Doris kissed her son tenderly on the cheek.
A few minutes later Mike Ferguson was sound asleep, dead to the rest of the world.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sleep came quickly for Doris Ferguson, who, like her son, had become drowsy from the wine.
As is so often the case, however, after one has imbedded an inordinate amount of an alcoholic beverage, she awakened after some two hours of deep sleep, feeling a nervous, rattled sensation in her body. Doris also felt a slight headache, but not enough to make her feel ill. She was simply not used to drinking in the quantity that she had imbibed with her son a short time earlier, and it left her nerves in a somewhat jangled state.
Since it was a warm evening, Doris had disdained wearing either pajamas or a negligee and had instead gone to sleep in her filmy red bikini panties and matching brassiere.
As she lay there in the still darkness of her bedroom, Doris thought back to the strangely peculiar moment earlier in the evening when she had alertly observed a noticeable swelling at the crotch against the tight outline of her son Mike's khaki Army trousers. She could hardly believe that the new Doris was affecting even her son.
She thought back to the occasion a few months back when she had been lying beside the backyard swimming pool in a tight-fitting black bikini when the young man who was then servicing the pool arrived, immediately reacting in her presence with a noticeable bulge in his faded blue jeans.
Eventually nature took its course and Doris led the handsome young man, who appeared to be no older than her son, inside the house. She recalled with fondness how good it had felt to completely let herself go for the first time since the tragic death of her husband and allow this homey young man to completely take charge of things, to dominate her with his thick erect penis as he let his fingers sink ever so deeply against her firm, ripe ass-cheeks, which twisted ever so resolutely while his sadistic cock with its skewering thickness kept ramming sharply inside her.
It had been like a coming of age for the hungry widow, who had spent so many months disconsolately sulking and weeping over the loss of her husband. But now she was being dominated by a captivating young man who assertively imbedded his fingers sharply against her ripe ass-flesh while his meaty penis kept driving into the warm, inspiring wetness of her womb.
She reached out with her quivering fingers, letting them plunge solidly against the small of her lover's back. While his pistoning wild shaft kept digging relentlessly against the moistness of her hair-fringed fissure, she wailed loudly, then gasped as she reached the tumultuous highlight of the devastating act when the spraying droplets of her warm pussy nectar would lewdly splash from her throbbing pink slit.
As her sleek white alabaster legs kicked forward with unabated passion, the spraying juices commenced to descend from her blazing, volcanic mound. When the juices started to spray from Doris' moist, sweltering slit, her ardently pursuing lover knew that the time had arrived and that he could no longer hold back the seething floodtide of slippery sloshing cum that must inevitably flow eagerly from the end of his hot, connonading cock.
He reached down and let his sturdy fingers imbed themselves with sharp, piercing need against the pink tips of Doris' hardened strawberry nipples. His twisting body kicked and jack-knifed several times in rapid succession as his cock hammered into her accommodating moist slit and his balls began trembling in an ever rising torrent of lust.
Doris could never forget the ultimate deluge of thick white viscous male sperm that spilled with wanton desire from the spongy tip of her lover's mammoth cock-head, unloading with voluminous ecstasy into her sizzling female cleft.
Doris closed her eyes and thought about that beautiful occasion. She tried to recall the name of her beautiful lover. It took several moments of silent reflection until she finally remembered that his name was Steve.
It crushed her to think of the fact that there were only three such beautiful occasions in all, in which she had shared her body in mutual bliss with the young pool serviceman Steve.
One afternoon she saw a tall, gray-haired man cleaning the pool. Doris recalled how her heart had sank. She walked into the backyard and asked what had happened to Steve.
"Oh, he was just a summer replacement," the gray-haired man told her. "He went back to college."
"I see," Doris had replied blankly.
As she walked back into the house, the tears were already beginning to well up in Doris' eyes. She was only happy that she had her back turned to the new pool serviceman so that he couldn't see them. Now all she had were memories, and she didn't know what she could do to find someone to replace young Steve, who had brought her out of mourning and caused her to see herself in a light that had not been visible since the early years of her marriage.
As Doris continued to lie there in the stilled darkness of her bedroom, she thought about how she had gone out a few times with dates arranged by well-intentioned friends. When those efforts proved markedly unsuccessful, Doris, on the advice of a divorced female friend, joined a singles club. The men that she met through the organization left her cold, and now there she was, a woman who had been brought into the open and revolutionized by a hot young college student, who had found a willing sex partner, and now she was alone again, unable to find anyone who could rekindle those same fires for her.
As she lay there in the darkened bedroom in no more than her skimpy panties and brassiere, Doris' eyes closed once more. With one resolute forward movement her hands, as they had done so many lonely evenings lately, began a tremorous descent over the tiniest bulge of her belly, across the flat firmness of her abdomen.
A tickling brush of light fleecy pubic hair teased the tips of her fingers like a feather and she felt her pulse quicken until the blood pulsed in her temples.
Oh Steve, where have you gone? she asked herself silently. He was just a young guy out for a thrill, never dreaming just how badly she needed him or the void that he was filling in her life. How she needed the right stiff prick gliding ever so dominantly up between her twisting, curvaceous legs and into her quivering wet womb, driving frantically as they pushed simultaneously toward a liberating and equally fulfilling climax.
Doris felt her breasts majestically swell as her chest rose and fell with the desperate tempo of her breathing. Her ever hardening nipples excitedly scraped against the wispy material of her tight-fitting brassiere, which longed to be removed.
As Doris' eyes slowly opened, she reached out behind her with restless dangling fingers and probed quickly on her brassiere straps. After a few moments of anxious, nervous finger fumbling, the straps popped free and her brassiere bounced off of her, landing on the floor as her now liberated firm white breasts enjoyed their newly won freedom by standing out in all their jutting ecstasy.
Her fingers trembled with an ever swelling acute need as they moved lightly through the downy softness of her pubic vee as her fingers eased their way beneath her filmy panties and against the forbidden territory of her hungry womanhood.
After running her fingers with ravenous desire against her wet hungry slit for a few moments, Doris removed them, reaching out with both hands as her quiveringly alive fingers grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her panties. She tilted her sleek white curvaceous legs upward slightly as she slowly eased her crisp panties down them. They kept dropping with ever accelerating quickness until they reached her ankles. At that point the voluptuous Doris kicked them off, after which her eyes widened as she stared at her sizzling hair-studded cleft.
Now that she was deliriously and nakedly alive with passionate desire, the sultry widow raised her knees and opened her thighs widely in anticipation of the exhilarating moment that was looming ever nearer at hand.
Doris' middle finger moved into the moist slit of her vagina, edging closer to the nervous sensual pearl of her clitoris, the flaming bud which itched with surging sensual desire.
Her heart pounded thunderously and beads of sweat began to surface on Doris' forehead and down both legs as her lips parted and a sigh of pleasure rippled from her throat.
"Mmmmm," she gasped, her body wiggling under the frantically rising crescendo of lust.
Doris found the deliriously pulsing tiny bud of her clitoris. Her smoothly gliding fingertips began to ever so softly and lightly caress it, fondling it like a precious jewel.
Her sleek slender thighs splayed even further apart as her other hand dipped over the curve of her soft yet firm inner leg. Doris' stiffened middle finger wiggled its way engagingly into the fervent heat of her thin, hair-rimmed, seethingly wet pussy. She groaned loudly as her plunging finger, rigid like the hard uncompromising prick that she was fantasizing about and needed so badly, moved into the sloshing, clasping wet grip of her desire-filled cunt.
Doris' electrified fingers began to move faster now and the gurgling moan of torrid arousal that escaped the voluptuous blonde's lips grew louder until it became an incessant humming whimper of mewlish animal excitement while her entire body became increasingly heated with wanton lust.
"Ooooohhhh, aaaahhhh," Doris moaned throatily as her ripe, shapely buttocks jerked back and forth and her fingers slashed with lewd moistness as they slithered repeatedly over the passion-engorged node of her craving clitoris and into the clinging warm depths of her hot wet cunt.
As Doris continued to moan softly, she felt the trim shapely halves of her alabaster-toned buttocks clench and unclench as she ground down with acute waves of hunger against the mattress beneath her squirming young body. Her breath came in shallow, gasping spurts as the swelling passions within her aching loins welled into a torrent of whirling, deafening desires.
She sighed once more and let her wiggling hips writhe with ever searing need as Doris felt the un-quenched passions gnaw with insistent heat at her insides like a runaway prairie fire raging out of control.
Doris held her breath, then let out one loud last gasp as the surging need rose with deafening desire. The splattering juices then sprayed from her sizzling mound, splashing in a torrent of wild, unmitigated desire down her legs, forming a slippery tributary while she threw her head back and moaned once more.
"Ooooooohhhh, how gooooddddd," she gulped.
As her wet fingers slowly drew back from her squishy cunt, Doris looked up suddenly and was quickly jolted into speechlessness.
Her body suddenly stiffened as she kept staring ahead, her throat caught in what seemed to be a vise-like grip.
CHAPTER SIX
Mike Ferguson had awakened upon hearing a strange sound.
He could not be immediately certain just what it had been, although it seemed to be a moan. As he opened his eyes and listened ever so carefully for a repetition, he heard it again. It sounded like a sensual throaty moan, and he could not imagine just where it was coming from or who it involved. After all, he reasoned, he and his mother were the only two people in the house at the time.
Recognizing that there could be a prowler in the house, Mike rose slowly from the bed and traversed into the hallway outside, proceeding in the direction in which the sound seemed to be coming from. He was wearing nothing other than his white boxer shorts as he stopped short in front of his mother's room when he heard the sound unmistakably one more time.
Fearing that perhaps something terrible was happening to his mother in her own bedroom, Mike quickly opened the door. His arms dropped to his sides and his heart pounded in a combination of shock and lust as he watched his mother remove her fingers from her dampened pussy, her entire body vibrating all the while, particularly in her smooth, tremulous thighs.
For what seemed like an eternity, neither mother nor son said anything, but judging from the quick, reflexive manner in which Mike's cock ever so suddenly hardened, words appeared superfluous.
Mike kept cursing himself under his breath for reacting in the way that he had. After all, he reminded himself for more than the first time during a tense, dramatic evening, Doris Ferguson was his mother, not some lusty, impassioned woman filled with need that he had met on a plane as he had Sophie.
He wanted to turn around and run back into his bedroom as fast as his trembling legs could carry him, but instead he stood there continuing to stare at the erotically appetizing sight of his mother lying there in all her naked ivory-skinned glory with her trim legs ever so suggestively spread.
Eventually Doris made a response to Mike's stiff blood-engorged member, which peered out at her ever so lustily from inside the material of his white boxer shorts. She extended her sleek sensuous thighs a little more, then reached down with the first two fingers of her right hand and dabbed them ever so slowly yet surely against the dampness of her silky steaming pink slit.
When her fingers made contact against the surface of her smooth invigorated cunt, she made a squishy sound which caused Mike's already rigid rubbery-tipped shaft to become even harder.
Without even fully recognizing just what was happening, Mike began to step forward slowly, his legs heavy with tense lust as his firm thick shaft kept pointing out of his white boxer shorts.
His heart kept pounding in an ever rising crescendo of ecstasy as he finally came to a stop a few inches away from the bed. He reached down with both hands and firmly grabbed hold of his shorts. Mike began to yank and tug at them, wiggling his excited buttocks as he slid the material down his legs and eventually off of him.
Now his thick, excited prick stood ever so proudly, freed of the confining protection of his shorts. Doris let out a gasp, then reached out with her quivering right hand and allowed it to begin tugging on the nub end of his firm turgid cock.
Her fingers toyed with the spongy tip of his sensation-dominated bulging tool, and by the time that she released her fingers from it they both knew only too well what lay in store for them.
Doris reached out with arms leadened with tense, recoiling passion as she firmly encircled them around her son's responsive body. She kissed him again and again, each time with the fervent eagerness of a schoolgirl with her first lover. Mike felt his already turgid prick stiffen some more as his curvaceous blonde mother let her soft, moist red tongue spear into his mouth and fight a playful battle with his own until he won by soul-kissing her with such bone-tingling passion that he swept her breath away.
Suddenly the earlier pangs of guilt and fearful withdrawal which had existed between mother and son vanished, being replaced by a seething passion that would know no rest until they had supplied each other with the devastating need that they both eagerly desired.
"My handsome boy, you're too much," Doris sighed huskily.
With one sweeping movement of spontaneous devastation, Doris reached out with her right hand and allowed her searching fingers to tremblingly seek out the fleshy bloated muscle of his agitated cock.
For the first time since her thoroughly enjoyable but all too brief flaming affair with Steve had been extinguished, Doris had an opportunity to be aggressively sexy with a young man who strongly appealed to her.
Her fingers closed tightly around the blood-heated length of his male battering ram and Doris began to pump it rousingly with her trembling excited fingers as Mike reached around the curvaceous swell of her steadily wiggling hips and grabbed a soft smooth handful of her white bottom-cheeks.
"Oh darling," she moaned throatily as she stroked his tempestuous male member as it continued to swell and stiffen in her energetic grasp.
Doris shivered as she felt every pore of her hot son's virile maleness press into the hollow of her still trembling, now sweaty palm.
The blood from Mike's torrid loins pulsed along the secreted veins of his hungry cock, filling it with passion-stirred heat until it felt like a red hot poker in her firm, anxious grip as her fingers continued to swelter with desire.
Ever so eagerly, Doris pumped her fist rigidly up and down on the hardening flesh of Mike's steely erection. She felt especially wicked and she rolled a little to the side as Mike gently rubbed the soft curve of his passionate mother's buttocks and his fingers slipped easily into the hollow between her supple, well-tapered thighs.
With great swiftness Doris opened her legs shamelessly as an animalish mewl of wanton surrender gurgled from her lusting lips while his surging fingers electrically brushed the jewel-like bud of her clitoris, hidden in the soft fleecy curls of her stunningly radiant blonde pubic hair.
Her hand kept pumping against Mike's extended shaft harder and faster as the rising heat of her inflamed passion drove her to the brink of actually desiring that her handsome young son rape her: Suddenly it wasn't enough for Doris to be content with just a regular fuck. No, she wanted some depravity, the kind that her son Mike could only give her if he cut loose with everything he had and threw all caution and inhibitions into the wind.
"Get tough with me, Mike," Doris moaned throatily, kicking her legs steadily with depraved lust. "Slap me around, baby. C'mon, I've got a good ass. Don't you think so?"
"Of course," the now confused Mike gulped.
"So get tough with it. Reach out and slap at my ass-cheeks. Really tear me up. Oh, honey, I want it so much, so very much."
The blood rushed to Mike's head and he became consumed with overpowering desire to sadistically dominate his mother, who begged him to fully take charge of her.
Mike drew both hands back, then allowed them to land with heavy, thudding impact as they made contact with his mother's ass-flesh. There was something deliciously and deliriously beautiful in the loud popping sound that emanated from the brisk contact of his sturdy hands coming into contact with Doris' firm white ass-globes.
As he looked down at his mother's now trembling hillocks of sensuous flesh he could already see a reddening from the decisive, crisp contact that he had brought to bear with his bristling fingers.
"Yes, I love it," Doris panted. "Ah, you're dominating me, Mike. You're doing it so beautifully. Slap my ass again. Come on. Get tough, get really tough."
This time Mike shoved his hands back even further than before, landing with more solid impact than he had on the first occasion, listening to the crackling sounds of his fingers digging deeply into the fleshy furrows of her buttocks, and now the blotches of redness stood out with much greater emphasis than before.
As Mike's heart began to pump and pound more wildly and speedily than before, his unmitigated lusts seized him with sparks of searing excitement as his fingers kept slamming into her buttocks time and again, landing with stinging impact as Doris enjoyed the measure of pain being meted out to her and loved the act of domination to which she was being submissively subjected.
When he finished with the devastating ass slaps, Doris closed her hand once more over the bulbous, purplish tip of Mike's excited penis as she kept on deftly sliding her fingers against the rubbery tip of his enormous hard-on.
The harder that she squeezed, the more acute the torrid sensations became within the turgid dimensions of Mike's tingling instrument, which he desired to turn loose with every ounce of animal fury that he could release.
It wasn't just enough to fuck her, Mike felt. He had to dominate every ounce of her quivering, deliciously erotic form.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mike reached out and made a hungry, tenacious grab for his mother's firm buttocks.
As his fingers tightly squeezed against the reddened folds of flesh which he had earlier stung with his devastating slaps, he could think of only one thing, driving his hard, emblazoned thick shaft into the warm wet recesses of Doris' pink slit.
He shoved his stiff blood-engorged member forward, letting it penetrate its way inside his mother's warm, tight, ever inviting damp orifice as their bodies blended in mutual passion.
Doris let out a loud groan as Mike's stiff erection surged in a single spearing up-thrust deep inside the lust inferno of her squirming belly. Her skin tingled as spasm after spasm of convulsive passion rippled through her flesh like electric current.
Her eyes closed and a thin beaded line of perspiration gleamed on her brow as she brushed her blonde hair aside and began to sensuously glide her body up and down on the stiff length of Mike's turgid prick. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, a moaning whine escaping her lips each time she lifted her ripe ass globes with her taut thigh muscles and let herself sink again with delicious lusty enjoyment, impaled against the straight-up hardness of his firm erection as it tunneled and ripped tightly into the passion-heated depths of her overwhelmed cunt.
Mike held his mother's hips tightly, his fingers pulling sharply at the fleshy nether cheeks of her ass as his bludgeoning prick movements carried his skewering instrument ever deeper into her ravaged belly.
He's hurting me, my son's hurting me, and I love it, Doris thought as Mike kept on ravaging her with his torpedo-like thrusts. She loved being dominated in a flaming debauchery of non-stop lust in which he had initially slapped her firm white ass cheeks, only to proceed to a series of knifing cock stabs that left her moaning and reeling, desiring more of the same.
Doris hissed lasciviously as Mike lifted his head and kissed her with flaming arousal on the crinkly pink softness of her right nipple. Her firm, rounded breast tingled to the touch of his lips, and immediately, upon removing them for her nipple, he then reached out with his tongue and let it flick eagerly against her emblazoned nipple as Doris heaved a deep gasp, barely able to comprehend all that was happening to her as her head swam with drunkening lust and she continued to feel the searing waves of pain in her moist cuntal passage from the savage procession of slashing cock stabs that Mike speedily and unswervingly delivered.
Suddenly his wanton mother in her enriching blonde beauty found herself being carried away more noticeably than ever as she mewled animalishly and gritted her teeth. She suddenly began to move her sleek hips and firm ripe buttocks up and down with such frantic urgency that Mike could barely breathe beneath her as her crotch ground heatedly toward his abdomen again and again under the relentless floodtide of his piercing prick attack.
Mike's eyes widened with increasing lust and his nostrils flared as he kept on pounding his huge meaty muscle into his lust-crazed mother, her breasts jiggling against his chest as he leaned forward. Doris worked her searing buttocks up and down with amazing fervor, grunting and moaning like a banshee.
Mike grunted and clenched his fingers tightly against the smooth ripe nether cheeks of Doris' flailing ass as he kept pounding his piercing tool into her, driving it solidly and promptly as he propelled himself ever nearer that lusty moment when the thick white droplets of his splashing sperm would torpedo thunderous from the end of his steadily racing cock and into her thoroughly dominated mound.
She hissed loudly, then entwined her silky smooth legs around her son's body as the juices were inevitably forced to splash from her exhilarated cunt. "Oh! . . . Oh! . . . I'm com-miiinnnnggg!! "
She gasped as her jiggling breasts bounced with unflagging energy.
The procession of torrid movement continued without let-up as Mike kept devastating his mother's exploding cunt with his stiff, pulsating cock thrusts. As she lifted her warm buttocks and met his stinging attack head-on, the juices exploding from her smooth silky slit all the while, he felt the great white waves of heat grip his stiff cock and lust-bloated balls as the floodtide of thick white orgasm sperm was set to rocket from the end of his rock hard prick.
Mike delivered several more piercing slaps to his mother's ass cheeks, causing her to let out a throaty moan of pleasure-pain while his semen-coated cock kept blasting forward into the tight inner reaches of her dewy slit in the immediate aftermath of her captivating explosion.
"You're hurting me and I love it," she gasped. "My dear, you really can dominate me. You're great."
"Am I hurting your cunt?" he asked gaspingly, flinging his ass cheeks back and forth in the ever rising crescendo of passionate movement.
"You are, oh yes, you'd better believe it," Doris nodded. "I wanna feel your hot sauce inside me. C'mon, keep fucking me, drive your big prick inside my cunt. Oh, I wanna be your bitch, c'mon, Mike dear, make me your own personal bitch."
She flung her hips back and forth a few times, letting them race as she prepared to receive his hot, uncompromising male liquid, which was ready to topple from the end of his raging cock.
The emblazoned inferno stored up between Mike's steadily twisting legs was moving ever nearer a tumultuous reality as his sharply spearing fingers reached down and began to tug at Doris' ever restless breasts while her body rocked back and forth in a whirlpool of surging lust. All the while his cock kept battering relentlessly into her wet hair-fringed fissure.
His lust-bloated balls moved to an ever rising crescendo of impassioned heat and ultimately the thick splashing juices just had to spray from the end of Mike's feverish prick. His scalding hips twisted and turned as he watched the spewing droplets of white cream spray prolifically from the end of his stiff blue-veined cock, which kept on assaulting her with devastating vigor.
"You're hurting, you're really hurting and I love it," Doris hissed, her flailing hips bouncing repeatedly against the bed, creating a loud, devastating thumping sound.
"Hang in there, the stuff's shooting," Mike gasped.
"I know it is. Ooooohhhh, it's so delicious. I love it, oh, darling, can you fuck," she moaned throatily as her twisting vagina was flooded by the onrushing tide of hot spewing white juice from the end of her son's commanding prick.
When the final few droplets of onrushing sperm had descended from the end of Mike's flowing instrument, everything became tense and still. At first the sounds of Mike's heavy breathing could be heard until, finally, silence reigned.
It was not until Doris looked over at the sight of her son stretched out on his back, resting in the immediate aftermath of their wild bold escapade, that she began looking on what had transpired with incredulity.
As she shut her eyes momentarily she was able to relive the spine-tingling moment when the gushing fountain of sperm had cascaded from the end of her son's devastating, cream-filled prick and into the clasping heat of her feverish pussy.
Ever so unyieldingly Mike had battered her with his lust-boated prick until the seething semen fully expended itself inside of her. And she could feel tremendous soreness in her womanly womb from where his knife-like stabs had slashed into her.
As for Mike, he remained in a state of disbelief until a few minutes had passed. He thought about the uncompromising way that his lusty cock had gone after Sophie earlier, and he had thought at the time that it would be impossible to exceed that level of animal intensity. But only a few hours later he had generated a stirring white heat within himself and his partner that totally eclipsed the magnitude of sexual ecstasy that he had experienced with Sophie. It was not that fact alone, however, that left him in such a limp state only moments after the consummation of his most recent act. No, the fact that devastated him no end was that his partner had been no one other than his own mother. And, un-like Sophie, she had not been satisfied merely to be dominated and devastated by his long, proudly stirring prick. She had begged for more and he had given it to her in the form of a series of shattering slaps that had landed ringingly against her ripe ass-cheeks.
Both mother and son were too embarrassed to even look at each other at that tense moment in time, much less say anything. All Doris could do was peek curiously out of the corner of her eye a few times as Mike eased his tired body upward from his mother's bed and walked slowly in a semi-trance back to the privacy of his own bedroom.
As Mike shut his bedroom door behind him he realized for the first time just how tired he was from the long flight and the exhaustive sexual activity in which he had participated.
His arms and legs felt sore as he threw himself into bed and closed his eyes. But as tired as he was, sleep would not come for quite some time as Mike's head spun in continuous confusion as he recounted what had happened in bed with his mother.
What was wrong with him? he asked himself in a state of thorough confusion. Little could he comprehend just how and why he had so hungrily desired his own mother, and, indeed, why he had been so hell-bent with lust that he eagerly desired to expose her to pain. Or, on the other hand, why she had begged him to hurt her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Even though it had taken Mike a good deal of time to get to sleep, once that he did he slept soundly until the middle of the morning.
He did not awaken until he felt something tugging at his hair. Mike blinked his eyes open and observed his dreamy-eyed mother staring at him wantonly as she ran her fingers slowly through his hair. She was totally naked, just as she had been when he had last seen her the night before, the difference being that it had been dark then whereas now it was totally light.
Mike slowly examined his mother's face and form in the revealing light of mid-morning. He recalled how many girls he had gone to bed with on quick one night stands after meeting them in bars. On those occasions, almost without exception, he was jolted to his very foundation the following morning to discover what the woman really looked like. In the sheltered confines of darkness, obscured further by the booze that he had consumed, the woman almost always looked considerably more attractive than she appeared the next day in the revealing light of day, which brought out every tell-tale line and sag on her body. Many times Mike had been downright depressed almost to the point of tears in those situations, asking himself silently how he ever got roped into such a dilemma, and then had a terrible headache besides.
The only similarity between then and the present was the headache, which he had derived from gulping down too much vin rose with his mother. It also left his throat parched. But the longer he looked into his mother's face, the more impressed that Mike became. He knew that she was forty-one, but in the revealing light of day, even after a tough night, she could have conservatively passed as ten years younger.
He looked into her clear, alert blue eyes, then appraised the silky softness of her creamy white complexion. Mike then appraised her body. Doris' firm white globes of breast flesh stood out with the same degree of proud prominence that they had the night before. His appraising eyes followed every shapely contour of her rigid milky white flesh, from her firm abdomen down to her sensuous flowing thighs. Then, of course, there were the radiantly sparkling blonde pubic hairs and the smooth pink slit that resided beneath them.
Mike thought about the relatively secluded sex life that his mother had led through most of her life. She had met Mike's father as an undergraduate in an English seminar course that he had been teaching at a university in the Midwest. Not long after they met they were married, and soon thereafter Mike's father received an opportunity to move to southern California to take a teaching post. That was the state of things when he entered the scene by being born. He was certain that his mother had been a virgin when she had met and was ultimately swept off her feet by his scholarly father, who impressed his mother always with his rich background in both classical and contemporary writing. His mother always had something of the frustrated writer in her, and despite her voracious reading appetite, she had not actually pursued her writing interest beyond writing several short poems, one of which she succeeded in publishing in a poetry journal compiled by a small college on the East Coast.
He couldn't help but conclude while continuing to stare into his beautiful blonde mother's face that her relatively sheltered sexual background had helped her preserve her youth to such a marked degree. His deceased father had been a man of moderate taste in practically everything and was not given to extremes, so Mike reasoned that he probably did not extend himself or his mother inordinately in the realm of sex.
So now in her early forties Doris had turned into a raging tigress, Mike clearly observed, coming out of the cloistered shell that followed her husband's tragic death. As startling as the new phase was to Mike, he could have adjusted to it considerably easier had it not been for the craving need she had expressed for him. He also remained mindful that, even before they had jumped into bed together, his penis had hardened not once but twice in her presence.
"How's my handsome boy this morning?" Doris Ferguson asked after finally removing her fingers from Mike's hair.
"I've got a headache."
"I have something of a headache myself," she laughed mischievously. "I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise to either one of us, considering how much wine we had."
"No, I guess not," Mike nodded slowly, just beginning to wake up.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," she smiled.
Mike's body tensed. He wondered just what his suddenly wild and untamed mother was about to suggest.
"I'm gonna fix you a big breakfast and lots of piping hot black coffee," she asserted. It's just the thing that both of us need. After that we'll both be back on top of things. Oh, what the hell, actually I'm on top of things right now. It takes more than a little headache to get me down."
Mike smiled at his mother with admiration.
"You're right," he said. "Actually my headache's starting to go away. It's nothing that's gonna really bother me."
Suddenly Mike's mother puckered up her thickly sensuous ruby red lips, which she allowed to passionately plunge against those of her son, who reacted with a noticeable hardening of his cock underneath his white boxer shorts.
"You glad to be home?" his mother asked with a sensuous whisper.
"You'd better believe it."
"Especially when you get this kind of treatment I've been giving you," Doris Ferguson laughed.
"Does this afford a few more comforts than the Army?"
"You could say that. In fact, you'd have to say that."
"You know what would be just the thing to make you wake up all the way?" Doris asked. "What's that?"
"A nice warm shower. Why don't you take one, my dear? It'll be just the thing for you."
"Maybe you've got a point there."
Mike Ferguson yawned and stretched his slightly stiff arms and legs, noticing a little soreness as well from all of his brisk sex activity of the day before. He kissed his mother tenderly on the forehead and walked into the bathroom.
As he closed the door behind him, Mike quickly slid his shorts down his legs and off of him, then stepped inside the shower. As he turned on the warm water he thought once more about how great it was to be home. The warm water was one more reminder of the comforts that home could afford. He remembered the numerous occasions when the best he could do was a cold shower in the crowded facilities of a barracks, where the warm water became so overburdened that its supply was quickly extinguished and he had to make do with what was left, namely anything from lukewarm to cold water.
He regulated the water in the shower to just the proper comfortable temperature, then stepped underneath it, soaping down his armpits as he luxuriated in the sparklingly warm water, which splashed against his face and body, opening up his pores and providing him with just the proper circulation.
The warm water accomplished wonders for Mike's stiff, sore body, and after he had been standing under it awhile he thought he heard footsteps making their way ever closer toward him.
Suddenly the shower door opened and his voluptuous mother eased her gorgeous form inside the shower with him. Yes, Mike thought, as he observed the pelting droplets of warm water spraying against his mother's firm alabaster skin, she not only refrained from engaging in a lot of sex activity, she also kept in shape by swimming in the backyard pool and playing tennis with her female friends.
He stood there a few inches away from her in breathless silence. His long erect cock stood firm and tall beneath Mike's trim legs, announcing his unmistakable feeling for his sensuous mother.
She reached out with one decisive swooping movement, allowing both hands to make a quick grab for Mike's mammoth hard-on.
"It's like grabbing a slab of concrete," Doris gasped in awe. "What a beautiful cock, and how I love playing with it."
Her fingers slid soothingly up and down the long rubbery base of her son's enormous cock. At first her fluid movements were slow and methodical, but eventually the oversexed mother desired to generate as much in the way of restless tension between her son's already trembling legs as possible.
With driving enthusiasm, Doris pumped sharply with both hands, clinging tightly to the firm folds of his inflated phallus flesh as the droplets of warm water continued to pelt both of them, adding to the scintillating aura of the moment at hand.
Doris' fingers kept stiffly connecting against the firm elongated length of Mike's restless tool, and as the friction became more intense the flaming genital heat in his blood-engorged stiff cock and his orbs of bloated testicle flesh had his heart pounding with stirring rapidity.
Her fingers rippled with driving sensation as they kept on connecting sharply with Mike's lust-bloated prick, which he knew would soon be gushing spewing white sperm.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take," Mike gasped as his mother kept up her steady finger movements.
"You're about ready to juice, baby?"
"I am, I'm so close. You'd better turn loose. I don't want-to waste a hot, healthy load by splashing it in your hands."
Doris smiled knowingly as she quickly withdrew her warm fingers from Mike's turgid excited member. She reached out and grabbed a fresh bar of soap which rested on a nearby stand, handing it to her horny son, whose stiff prick kept dangling long and proud.
He accepted the soap in his right hand, then looked at his smiling mother with puzzlement. Mike wondered just what she wanted him to do with the soap he held in his hand. His moments of bewilderment were kept to a minimum, however, as his mother began to astutely jiggle her firm alabaster tits, which she allowed to twist back and forth in a procession of excitement.
"Go ahead, soap them down," she whispered.
Mike shoved the soap bar forward, letting it press and glide as it brilliantly circulated against the firm furrows of her hot flesh, and as it kept scraping against the dazzling warmth of her bosoms he listened to the seething hissing sounds emanating from her. All the while the droplets of warm water kept dribbling against her snowy white boobs, adding extra luster to the event.
He pushed the soap back and forth for a few excitement-filled minutes, after which Mike then released it from her warmly invigorated breasts, looking down at his strong savage cock muscle as he anticipated some stirring release.
Doris smiled as she took the bar of soap away from her son, then extended her firm alabaster legs. As she spread them, she simultaneously shoved her body forward, giving Mike that much more intimate a view of his beautiful mother's sparse vee pubic hair and the inviting pink slit.
As her hips and well-rounded ass orbs wiggled with erotic precision, Doris, legs still dangling, reached down with the soap bar and let it slide with meticulous care against her matted furry cunt hairs and her aroused vagina.
Mike watched with keen interest as the soap suds merged with the warm spraying water of the shower to create a powerful erotic effect as Doris kept on moving the bar of soap again and again, letting it make brisk scraping contact with her wet hair-fringed fissure.
After Doris had let the soap detonate her excited pussy for a few more moments, she withdrew it from her hot mound, then pushed it forward toward Mike's stiff steely organ.
Once more Doris put the soap to work, this time allowing it to plunge thunderously up and down the full length of Mike's bloated cock while his legs trembled.
"Damned, you'll have me off in no time," he gasped loudly.
"Hold on. I'm gonna play with you for just a little while, darling."
"It's just that I can't take much more."
"I know that."
Doris threw her head back and laughed, enjoying every sweeping moment of contact as the suds bubblingly magnified around her son's bristling crotch.
When she withdrew the bar of soap from Mike's cock, the fires burned within him with overwhelming desire. He badly sought immediate release. To get his point across he reached out and let his fingers stirringly apply themselves to his mother's taut, firm pink nipples. He twisted and ground his fingers against the compliant flesh as he heard her let out several erotic moans in rapid succession.
As Mike kept up his firm assault on his mother's aroused, hardened nipples, he pushed his quivering red tongue forward, letting it snake its way with decisive rapidity inside her open mouth. Together they let their tongues whip ferociously as they merged them in a wet whirlpool of hot, savory saliva.
They kept drilling their steady tongues against each other for several long minutes, after which Mike withdrew breathlessly from his mother's mouth.
His heart pounded with thumping anxiety and his stiff inflated prick cried out with immediate need. Mike reached up and turned off the water, then stepped nimbly out of the shower.
Walking quickly over to the towel rack, Mike picked up a brisk clean blue towel, watching as his beautiful mother followed him out of the shower, her sensuous body dripping pellets of warm water which had been spraying her for the last few ecstasy-swept minutes.
Mike reached out and let the towel make firm contact with his mother's firm form. As it rubbed against the wet, juttingly voluptuous flesh of Doris' firm breasts, his sturdy penis hardened with greater resolution than ever as he looked forward with great fervor to enjoying some immediate sex.
The towel kept sweeping rapidly over Doris' captivating body as Mike worked it with speedy precision. When he withdrew the towel from Doris' now dry body, he quickly dried himself off as well, slowing down the flow of activity when he came to his long, sturdy prick, which he was so eager to throw into immediate action.
When Mike hung the towel back on the rack, he walked back to Doris and took her by the hand. Together they strode silently into the bedroom, knowing fully well that explosive fireworks were in the imminent offing. The only doubt to be resolved was just which acts they would be engaging in.
Doris took Mike's precious prick into her hands, moving her fingers with great elasticity up and down the entire length of it as the steam built within him. When she removed her fingers, Mike decided that he would engage in an act of great erotic need. He wanted not just a blow job from his panting, sensually alive mother. He wanted to totally take charge and brutalize her as he had the night before, to drill his hard springing cock into the farthest reaches of her open mouth.
"Just open your mouth, because I'm gonna ram my cock into it," Mike gasped, getting his point across with even greater fervor by reaching out with both hands and letting his prodding fingers jerk and twist sharply against the smooth surface of her warm breasts.
"You nasty man," she laughed as the erotic tension mounted. "Go ahead and throat fuck me. Drive your big dick deep into my mouth. Dominate me just like you did last night. I'm a big girl now and I'm ready for somebody like you."
When the word "dominate" came out of his mother's mouth, Mike was triggered into spontaneous action. He reached out with his bruising hands, shoving them forward in a steady volley of swirling passion as they came into stirring contact with her buttocks, which were a little sore from the pummeling that they had received the preceding evening.
Giving no quarter, Mike unsympathetically whipped his hands back and forth several times in rapid succession, watching with great joy and satisfaction as his mother's burning ass-cheeks swayed while the crackling sounds of flesh meeting flesh reverberated in the ears of both of them.
"What a take charge guy," his mother gasped, "you're sure a take charge guy. Ah, you're all man, all man."
His crisp movements continued for a few more strokes, and when Mike finished he looked down once more at his thick steady shaft, which was more ready than ever to tear into its target.
Mike let his hands move downward toward Doris' firm white bosoms. As he clutched with great tightness, he drove his pummeling prick forward and let it make its first seething contact within the inner reaches of Doris' hot mouth.
He crammed his hard, driving, blue-veined tool deep inside of her mouth, letting it sharply spear her time and again as his bulging ball sacs dragged against her chin. He continued his searing movements without let-up, all the while allowing his fingers to pinch sharply against the firmness of Doris' tits.
Several stampeding stabs later, as his fingers buried themselves tightly against the tight, taut pink nipples of his lover, his bloated balls became even more inflated with animal passion, itching with unconsummated desire as the skewering juices within them prepared to spill volcanically from the end of his driving member and into the cavernous inner recesses of her open mouth.
Even though Doris could barely breathe and her breasts and nipples were becoming increasingly sorer from the stinging finger stabs that Mike kept putting forth, she still couldn't help but love just what this aroused animal son of hers was doing as he drove himself that much nearer to the rousing precipice of a sizzling climax.
A few driving stabs later the first few droplets of scalding white cream spewed out of the end of the spongy rubbery tip of Mike's electrified cock. He felt thousands of volts sweep through his body, electrically charging him with unflinching desire as his hips corkscrewed wildly and the spraying droplets of his thick, scintillating cream kept spilling from the end of his hot shaft, spraying into the wide open gullet that he used as his receptacle, his mother's mouth.
Doris felt like a fire-eater in the circus as she sought to gulp down every delightful juicy pellet of hot liquid that gushed from out of the end of his electrified organ and into her mouth.
Mike's body kept charging with uninhibited glory, working from side to side, then up and down until the final volley of thick white penis fluid had gushed from the end of his mammoth pole.
When he ever so slowly eased his cock from his mother's mouth, calmness suddenly returned to Mike's body. No longer did he feel like a man possessed of one objective, that of deriving as much as he could in the way of explosive sexual thrills.
"Now I'll fix a delicious breakfast for my big man," his mother looked up at him with admiration and ran her fingers through his hair.
Mike decided to stretch out on the bed for a few minutes while his mother prepared breakfast. He shut his eyes. Mike's head began to spin immediately as he recalled all the wild and rousing activities that had occurred since he arrived back home. He wondered just how much more unexpected excitement his body could absorb.
He did not get up until his mother rapped on the door and informed him that breakfast was ready.
As he sat down at the table and began to eat, Doris began asking her son about how things had gone in the Army. Mike gave brief responses, sometimes no more than a word or two. He remained immersed in thought over all that was happening to him, the way that his life was turning in a way that he had never deemed possible. Every time that he saw the enticing upturned loveliness of his mother's twisting ass cheeks he felt compelled to reach out and deliver crackling slaps to her buttocks, which would redden ever so quickly under the driving pressure of his quick onslaughts.
He ate quickly, gobbling down hot cakes, eggs and bacon, then washing the food down with orange juice and black coffee. Just as his mother had prophesied, the food helped. As he got up from the table after finishing, Mike noticed that his headache was not nearly as noticeable as it had been before.
"What an appetite my boy has," Doris smiled as she began to clear the table. "An even bigger one than before you went in the service."
CHAPTER NINE
Once that Mike finished wolfing down breakfast, he felt the need of a nap.
The jet lag was starting to weigh on him from all the miles he had traveled the day before and all the various time zones that he had passed through. He slept soundly for almost two hours, by which time it was early afternoon.
Doris wanted to fix her son some lunch once that he had arisen from his nap, but Mike begged off, explaining that he was still plenty full as a result of all the food he had gulped down at breakfast.
What Mike desired more than anything was to get out of the house. Events were spinning just too rapidly in his brain for him to be able to fully absorb. He wondered just how long he would be passionately drawn to his own mother and desire to dominate her in the way that he had been doing since his arrival home. Just being in her presence was enough to consistently cause his penis to swell, and he kept constantly thinking about her smooth twisting ass cheeks and the way that he had commandingly taken charge of her by driving his stiff fingers toward her ripe buttocks, spanking her with resounding impact time and again.
Mike wanted badly to get out of the house, but hated the prospect of his mother concluding as much. He decided on a tactful approach.
"How's my Mustang, Mom?" he asked.
"It's in good shape, my dear. I drive it every now and then to keep the engine warm and it has almost a full tank of gas in it. You see, I did the shopping in it yesterday and filled up the tank in expectation of your return."
"Thank you. I sure could use a ride in it. See some of my old haunts."
"Why don't you go out, dear. I was just getting ready to sun myself at the pool and take a swim. Certainly. A drive would be just the thing for you."
"Thanks for filling up the tank."
"Don't mention it."
"I'll see you later, Mom."
"Goodbye, Mike, and have a good time."
Mike got into his red Mustang, which he had taken such good care of through the years, driving toward the nearest freeway. As he lost his thoughts in his driving, admiring the early afternoon sun on a relatively smogless day, it did not even dawn on him at first just where he was heading. The next thing he knew, Mike found himself approaching Hollywood, upon which he knew where he was destined to end up.
He got off the freeway at Sunset Boulevard and headed out to the Sunset Strip. Many times he had frequented a beer bar just off Sunset Boulevard, both during the time that he had been in the Army and was home on leave as well before he had enlisted. Mike wondered if there had been any fundamental changes that had occurred there in the months that had elapsed since his last visit there.
As he swung his Mustang into the parking lot and got out, Mike noticed that the light blue paint on the building was a little more chipped than the last time. Other than that it looked the same on the outside, with the same garish purple sign advertising BEER in bold letters and, next to it, a proclamation in gold: "The sexiest dancers in town."
The place was dark inside, just like always, with psychedelic lights beaming on and off. Mike eased onto an empty barstool, taking a quick survey by jerking his head right then left, recognizing that, apart from the bartender, he was the only person in the place.
When the stocky, broad-shouldered bartender with the long brown hair moved into view, Mike smiled with immediate recognition.
"How you doin', Lou?" Mike greeted the bartender with a smile.
"I'll be damned," Lou's eyes lit up excitedly. "Either this is Mike Ferguson or my eyes are playing tricks on me."
"No, your eyes are okay."
Mike stood up and shook hands warmly with the friendly bartender. Lou Petrocelli hadn't changed in the past few months. A big smile spread itself across Lou's face for several moments, after which he motioned his customer to sit back down.
"The first beer's on me," Lou said.
"Good enough. As long as I can buy you the next one."
"Sure thing. So you're out of the Army."
"That's right."
"How does it feel to be a free man again."
"I don't know. I haven't had enough time to get used to it."
Lou laughed. He drew Mike a full glass of draught beer, which he promptly set down in front of him.
"How's business?" Mike asked after drawing a long sip from his glass.
"It's been darned good. Picking up all the time."
"You'd never know it now," Mike said, gesturing sweepingly through the empty room.
"These guys come in in shifts," Lou said excitedly. "The lunch crowd just left. Two, three hours from now they'll start getting off of work and they'll pack the place. I'm telling you, it's been great."
"Glad to hear it. You were complaining before. What's made the difference?"
"Right over there," he grinned.
Mike turned his head, craned his neck, and stared in the direction of a shapely young female with light brown hair who was slowly climbing the rickety wooden stairs leading up to a dancer's cage in the middle of the large room. Lou adjusted the psychedelic lights that hung above the cage, brightening them. The sensuous brunette was attired in a canary yellow robe. Even though it was drawn tightly around her body, Mike easily observed her voluptuous proportions, which caused him to begin nervously wiggling in his stool as his nervous cock started to instantly harden.
"Who's that?" Mike asked gaspingly.
"Her name's Cindy Bell. She's been working here just a little over a month, and it's sure made a hell of a difference in receipts.
"I'll bet. Nice construction."
"Yeah. Funny thing. Guys like nice construction with their beer."
"I guess we all have a little of the Frank Lloyd Wright in us, Lou," Mike chuckled.
"Sure. More like Marquis de Sade. Or at least Casanova."
"Did you hire her?"
"Yeah. Funny thing, but I've known her about two years. It took that long to coax her into working here."
"How'd you manage to swing it?" Mike asked, grinning suggestively.
"Not the way you think, dammit. She was working as a secretary for less than half of what she's making here. I kept telling her that she could make a lot here, but she said she hated the idea of all these strange guys ogling her. She's really a pretty shy girl at heart. It wasn't until times got tough at the office where she was working and she got laid off that she agreed to come here and go to work."
"I can't imagine any boss laying her off no matter how tough times were."
"I didn't explain what I meant by times being tough. They got tough for her because she wouldn't bed down with the boss. He was a married guy and had the hots for her from the beginning. She kept turning him down and he put up with it quite a while. For one thing he couldn't complain about her work because Cindy's always been a conscientious kid. But finally he just let her know that she had to play ball or else. He even patted her on the ass so she'd get the point."
"But she didn't like it."
'To say the least. She slapped him in the face. He fired her right then and there."
"And his loss became your gain."
"Something like that."
Just then Cindy eased out of her canary yellow robe, causing Mike to squirm once more. Beneath it her tall, sensuous form was clad in a scanty, tightly-fitting gold bikini with silver sequins that showed off every curvaceous line of her appetizing form. Her breasts, which constantly tugged at the restraining material of her skimpy bikini tops, were large and perfectly shaped, staring out in Mike's direction like two juicy, delicious melons. Her stomach ovaled to trim precision and her long, flowing legs were sleekly sensuous, rounded off by exquisitely-tapered ankles. Mike also noticed Cindy's firmly rounded buttocks, after which he took a long, concentrated look at her face. She possessed a pair of dreamy, saucer-like brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with inner excitement that desired to express itself beyond the maze of superficial tranquility. He also liked her high cheekbones, finely-chiseled, the silky texture of her creamy white skin, and her pair of richly sensuous, thick red lips.
A loud rock selection began blaring from the speaker unit as Cindy began to symmetrically weave her jaunty, well-shaped ass-cheeks to the tune of the music. Mike's ever hardening rubbery-tipped prick kept reacting to each grinding movement of her wiggling ass cheeks and twisting tits while the music blared. Mike did not move a muscle during the entire selection, watching with rapt attention as the beautiful Cindy kept grinding through her movements.
When the music stopped, Cindy eased her body into a chair at the edge of the platform.
"Does this Cindy have a regular guy?" Mike leaned over and asked Lou moments after the tune ended.
"As a piece of advice from a friend, I'd stay away from this one, Mike, except to watch her, of course."
"Why's that?"
"I really don't know what she does on her own time and I'd be afraid to ever ask. She's a damned independent girl. All I know is that any of the guys who've tried to approach her here have been put down, and the harder they try the harder that she puts them down. She can be a tough little gal when she wants to be."
"She sounds like quite a challenge," Mike smiled, promptly ordering another beer.
"Just don't say I didn't warn you," Lou shook his head.
Mike resumed his drinking. He knew fully well that he'd never leave the bar he had at least made an attempt to get to know Cindy. The music resumed and Cindy once more went through her sensuous routine, grinding her rhythmic hips and flinging her perfectly-tapered smooth ivory legs to the accompaniment of the deafening rock sounds.
The more beers that Mike had, the quicker that he lost track of time. After he had consumed about five, he slowed up his pace, coasting as he continued being hypnotized by the superbly graceful movements of the statuesque brown-haired beauty in the breathlessly revealing bikini.
Eventually the bar began to fill up, just as Lou had told Mike that it would, and every now and then Mike would scan the faces of the other men at the bar, observing the expressions of total lust which stood out with clarity.
As Cindy continued to dance by the hour, Mike could not help but be impressed by her energy as she never missed a beat, continuing to grind her superbly proportioned hips and buttocks with captivating sensuality and perfectly timed rhythm. Mike also noticed the beads of perspiration which formed on Cindy's face and stomach under the telltale glare of the lights. The more she perspired the easier it was for Mike to envision grinding his cock with devastating ecstasy into the beautiful jewel that rested between her legs.
"How long does her shift last, Lou?" Mike asked at one point.
"She's nearing the end of it. She's got less than an hour to go."
"Warning or not, I've got to at least meet this girl."
"Okay, okay," Lou shook his head. "I don't blame you for trying. She is one heck of a lot of woman. She's got to talk to me at the end of her shift. I'll introduce you to her, but, believe me, friend, that's all I can do for you."
"I realize that," Mike smiled. "Thanks, Lou."
Mike waited pensively, finishing another beer before Cindy's shift finally ended. By then the bar was only moderately populated since a good many of the earlier customers had gone home for dinner.
Eventually the music stopped and Cindy, rather than sitting down and resting as she had been up to then between numbers, instead slowly slipped on her canary yellow robe, then descended the wooden steps and began walking toward Mike. She looked completely past him, seemingly never noticing any of the hungry leering males who stared in her direction. She sat down in an empty stool several places away from Mike. Lou set a cup of coffee in front of Cindy, then began talking with her. As they discussed business for the next few minutes, Mike's heart began to palpitate with mounting anxiety at the prospect of meeting the beautiful Cindy, whose cool, calculating expression never once changed during the discussion with Lou.
Eventually Lou looked over toward Mike, motioning for him to join himself and Cindy.
Mike's entire body stiffened and his crotch became overwhelmed with tense passion as he sat down next to Cindy.
"Cindy, thought I'd introduce you to Mike Ferguson, a friend of mine and a very good customer," Lou began nervously. Mike immediately detected the main reason for Lou's nervousness. Cindy had shot him a look of disgust, ostensibly for bringing a man over to meet her. "Mike just got back from Korea and he wanted to personally tell you how much he enjoyed your dancing."
Lou moved away at that point, discreetly exercising the opportunity to bow out and chat with two male customers at the other end of the bar.
Cindy appraised Mike for several long seconds, saying nothing. Her searching expression made Mike feel a little uncomfortable.
"I did enjoy your dancing very much," he finally began. "You have a beautiful sense of rhythm."
"You just came back from Korea?" Cindy asked suddenly, completely ignorning Mike's compliment.
"That's right. I was just discharged from Uncle Sam's Army."
"Oh, you were stationed over there."
"Yes. Have you ever been there?"
"No. I was just wondering what took you there."
"Let's talk about you instead of me," Mike grinned, hoping that the coversation was moving out of its initial rough stages.
"Nothing to tell," Cindy shrugged, beginning to rise from her stool. "Nice meeting you. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to the dressing room and change."
"Don't rush off," Mike exclaimed in a wounded tone.
"I've got things to do."
"Why don't you let me buy you a beer?"
"I never drink the stuff."
"Okay, then I'll buy you a cup of coffee. Whatever you like."
"You are persistent."
"You won't even have a cup of coffee with a soldier who just got discharged from the Army."
"Oh, all right. I'll meet you across the street at the restaurant for a cup of coffee. But nothing more. Understand."
"You've got a deal."
Mike waited in a booth toward the back of the twenty-four hour restaurant across the street from the bar. He was just starting his second cup of coffee when Cindy walked in wearing a bright red dress. Every male eye in the place followed her as she looked around, spotted Mike, then joined him in his booth.
The conversation went badly for Mike as they sipped coffee. Cindy had very little to say about herself, and Mike found that he was stumbling a good deal when it came to talking about himself. Cindy got up from the table after finishing one cup of coffee. Ever so dejectedly Mike followed her toward the door after paying for the coffee. He felt as if he had completely struck out and couldn't help but recall how his friend Lou had warned him against pursuing Cindy.
As they walked into the parking lot, where both of their cars were parked, Cindy interrupted the silence.
"You didn't ask a lot of fool questions and bug me like so many men do," she said. "I like that. If you'd like to follow me to my apartment a few blocks away we can talk some more. But remember. We're only gonna talk. Let's get that straight right away."
Mike was initially taken aback by Cindy's offer, but eventually he was able to speak.
"Sure. Where do you live?"
"Just follow me."
Mike watched as Cindy climbed into a faded yellow Triumph sports car. She waited for him to climb into his Mustang and start it up, after which she drove out of the parking lot and proceeded down Sunset Boulevard for a few blocks.
As they turned off Sunset and headed south, Mike's cock became harder than ever. He could see that Cindy was indeed a tough little cookie for a guy to get his erect prick inside of, by gradually, but not losing his cool, he could see that he was making progress. He could see how it would be easy for a lot of guys to fail when dealing with somebody like Cindy. She possessed such a beautiful face and erotic body that they instantly had sex on their minds and let her know it through their expressions and conversation. Even though he was no different as far as his desires were concerned, Mike sensed that he would turn Cindy off altogether if he came on too strong too fast, and so he had instead engaged in extra casual conversation with her. Up until the time that she invited him to her place, however, it had been his feeling that he didn't have a chance of getting to know her any better, despite his casual approach. But how he felt different about the whole matter and was determined to somehow assert himself against her, despite the tough outer veneer that she demonstrated.
Cindy parked on the street in front of a two-story apartment building just north of Santa Monica Boulevard. Mike stopped just behind her, his heart pumping with ever rising excitement as he walked side by side with Cindy to her apartment, which was located on the second floor.
The apartment was small and modestly furnished.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Cindy said. "I'll fix us some coffee."
But as Mike watched Cindy's bountiful buttocks weave from side to side as she walked into the kitchen to mix the coffee, he had to admit that he had something on his mind other than coffee. He hungered for Cindy and was determined that she would be his.
CHAPTER TEN
Mike sat sprawled on the sofa sipping coffee, looking approvingly at Cindy's long, trimly sensuous legs.
She sat a comfortable distance away from his on the sofa, a development that did not make-Mike particularly happy. As his long, inflated prick continued to dangle edgily in his trousers, he suddenly tired of the small talk that he had been engaging in with Cindy from the time that he had met her. He decided that it was time for action, and suddenly his heart pounded and he began to feel invincible, just like the super confident all-conquering beast that he had been when he had taken total charge of his sexy mother. He concluded that it was time to show Cindy just who was boss.
"What a pair of gorgeous legs you've got," he whispered suggestively, winking as he stared into Cindy's brown eyes.
"You're just like all the rest," she growled. "Just interested in my body. You can get the hell out of here, Mike, and I mean right now."
"A beautiful set of tits, too," Mike whistled.
"I mean it. Just get the hell out of here!" Cindy's voice rose dramatically with accelerating anger.
But by then Mike had his mind made up. Even if he did have a fight on his hands, he was more than willing to wage it to bring this beautiful though headstrong woman to her knees and make her his own.
Saying nothing, Mike grinned crookedly as he slid his body ever so quickly toward Cindy's.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked, her confidence diminishing in the wake of Mike's dogged persistence.
"You'll see."
"Don't take one more step toward me. I mean it. You stay where you are. I mean it. Stay where you are."
Even though Cindy was shouting angrily, Mike detected the loss of authority in her tone, which was more in the realm of fear of the unknown or desperation than anything else.
Soon he had her backed up against the far end of the sofa, and as he reached out and hurled his arms solidly around her body, she let out a painful gasp from the power of his attack. Mike practically knocked the wind out of Cindy, who trembled and gasped helplessly as he held her in his arms.
"You're hurting me," she gulped in little more than a whisper.
"Serves you right for playing so hard to get. And stop all that damned shaking."
"Please let me go."
"like hell I will. I've waited long enough to get to this point, so I'll be damned if I'll let you go."
His heart thundered like a trip hammer as Mike pushed his tongue with searing rapidity inside her gasping open mouth. He startled Cindy that much more as his hurling tongue twisted and stabbed sharply against her moist red tongue. Her body still shook, fighting her bold lover's efforts, but an undaunted Mike held on tightly, determined to get his way with Cindy.
After Mike's tingling tongue had thrust and stabbed against Cindy's for several tense moments, he released it from her mouth and began to fumble with her dress, seeking to remove it as promptly as he could.
"You're nuts, you're absolutely nuts," she gulped. "You're damned right I am. Nuts for you."
"Let me go, please, and I won't hold anything against you."
"like hell I'll let go."
Mike's determined fingers continued to twist with rapidity as they pried open the buttons of Cindy's dress. Even though her body wiggled in desperate protest and she began to sob, Mike began tugging and pulling at Cindy's dress as enthusiasm mounted within him at the prospect of seeing this statuesque bundle of combustible sex devoid of her clothes.
With one swift thrusting upward movement, Mike pulled Cindy's dress off of her, tossing it to the floor as he stared at her trembling body. She wore nothing other than a pair of bright red bikini panties and matching brassiere, and by then the flames of passion in Mike's aroused crotch had attained new heights of feverish desire as his breathing became noticeably heavier than before.
Cindy threw her head into her hands, sobbing with shame for a few seconds, after which she became angry.
"You son of a bitch, you believe in humiliating a woman," she lashed out at him verbally.
As soon as the verbal laceration had been completed, Cindy reached out with her right hand and delivered a crisp slap which caught Mike unaware on the left side of his face.
"You bitch," he erupted angrily.
Mike quickly uncorked a vicious slap of his own, which landed with thudding impact against Cindy's face. He followed up his initial slap with three more in rapid succession, which left Cindy dazed and helpless, more stunned from the mental anguish of what was happening to her than hurt from the pain of his stinging but not overpowering volley of slaps.
As Mike stared at the firm, creamy rich skin of the almost nude Cindy, excitingly and enticingly within touching distance, he reached out and made a quick grab for her brassiere straps. His quivering fingers moved with swift anxiety, burning in an ever swelling crescendo of undeniable desire as he undid the straps. He watched as her brassiere dropped quickly downward, thrust by the impetus of her cascading ivory breasts, which spontaneously freed themselves from the brassiere as a smile of triumph surfaced on Mike's face.
Cindy's face turned pale and her eyes widened with great humiliation as Mike ever so busily slid his nervous fingers downward toward the waistband of Cindy's panties.
"Please, oh please, not that," Cindy murmured, but by then she lacked any authority in her voice.
Mike was not about to be talked out of something that he craved as much as he did seeing Cindy's glorious body completely naked. Already his adrenaline was flowing at its highest rate from plucking Cindy's voluptuous white melons free of her brassiere, and now it would just be a matter of fleeting seconds before he would be able to stare at her smooth, captivatingly firm white buttocks as well.
He tugged sharply at the waistband of Cindy's panties as her dangling legs kicked helplessly several times, but her efforts availed her nothing as a stoutly determined Mike tugged resoundingly, pulling the silky material down her legs as Mike listened with delight to the sound of panties scraping against skin.
Mike did not cease his efforts until he had finished pulling Cindy's panties completely off of her. Her long, shapely legs kept kicking with desperation even after her panties had been removed. Mike stared anxiously at Cindy's pubic vee for the first time, licking his lips with anticipation as he stared at the lush brown valley of brown pubic hair which covered her enticing pink slit.
He stared at her for several more seconds, then reached out and delivered another slap with his right hand which caught Cindy flush on the face. This time his slap lacked much of the stinging authority that its predecessors had, but it accomplished its intended purpose, that of stilling Cindy's body.
"That's better," Mike nodded.
Cindy watched Mike fearfully as she observed him fumble for his zipper, ever anxious to pull out his hard thundering prick. When he finished unzipping and had pulled out his steaming erect member, Cindy's body began quivering with fear.
"Relax," Mike said. "I don't wanna fight you, I just wanna fuck you, but I'll do anything I have to along the way to see that I get what I've come after."
By then Cindy knew only too well that Mike definitely meant business. She nodded with slow resignation as Mike watched her lying there on the sofa, trying to silently anticipate what his next move would be. His eyes sparkled with flaming lust as Mike observed the halves of Cindy's flowingly ripe buttocks rub salaciously together like ball bearings as she squirmed on the sofa. Her bottom cheeks formed an almost perfect heart-shaped ass and Mike could almost taste the soft compliant flesh of Cindy's tender but firm buttocks as he watched her ever so obediently lie on the sofa, awaiting his next move.
Mike's body tensed as he reached down and placed his hand securely on his long, thick, blue-veined member. As he pumped up and down on its enormous length several times, Cindy's eyes widened some more, indicating her surprise over the swollen magnitude of Mike's hugely thick penis, an erection so thick and heavy and bulging with explosive phallic desire that he could barely encircle it with his own hand.
Mike ran his fingers lightly along the long hard shaft of his torrid prick and the rubbery foreskin peeled back like the skin off a banana. The mammoth blue-veined head slipped from beneath its thick fleshy sheath, glistening with the first oozings of his own semen and reddening with desire as he neared her.
He climbed onto the sofa behind her and positioned himself between her long smooth alabaster legs. Resigned to her fate, she slowly opened her legs wide for Mike and lowered her large full breasts to the cushions as her buttocks wriggled lasciviously in front of him. By then Cindy was operating from a combination of lust and fear. She kept trying to tell herself that she was cooperating only because the big horny son of a bitch in front of her would rape the hell out of her and hurt her a good deal if she failed to fully cooperate. But down deep there had been something strangely exciting and erotically alluring about everything that had happened, right down to the stinging slaps that she had received. In fact, she was downright alarmed about the slaps, since she had felt an unmistakable tingle between her legs in the course of several of them.
Mike quickly grabbed a handful of soft warm ass in each palm and spread her buttocks lewdly open so that he could see ever so deeply between them. Cindy's thighs were creamy white and warm against Mike's legs as he maneuvered the bulbous head of his mammoth erection up between them.
Cindy shuddered as the mushroom-shaped knob pressed ardently into the fervent pinkness of her ripe upturned pussy, which sent ripling waves of enchanting excitement gushing into Mike's rock hard prick and his lust-bloated balls, which contained a spewing load of thick white sperm.
Mike pushed relentlessly forward as the head of his piercing bulbous prick slipped into the clasping, lust-heated lips of her quivering twat. By then it was only too obvious to Mike that Cindy actually wanted some bristling sex activity as much as he did. All he had to do was push the forces of fear from her midst.
He could feel the inviting liquid heat of her cunt beckoning as he ground steadily forward, sinking his prick piercingly into the clinging depths of her fleshy pussy sheath while her sleek alabaster legs began to dramatically sway under the sturdy flood-tide of determined activity that Mike was setting into motion.
"I'm gonna stick it in you all the way," he sighed with an air of captivating joy. "You're so tight, so good, such a great fuck. What a body, just keep twisting it."
Cindy squirmed her behind excitedly, grinding her hips backward into the impaling thickness of his erection until it slapped home with brutal thudding impact as it wantonly tore its way into her with a lewd smack that sent his heavy leathery balls swinging up between the sexy brunette's widely-splayed thighs.
Mike reached around Cindy's dazzling hips, leaning over her, and his sturdy fingers coursed over the firm youthfulness of her belly until they found the jewel of her clitoris, warm and pulsing with pent-up exuberance. Mike felt that this beautiful, lusty woman had been holding back her true emotions all too long, and he was determined to bring every ounce of unmitigated passion out of her with his thoroughly dominant approach to sex.
He kept working his thick steady cock into the innermost depth of Cindy's hair-fringed fissure as his hands reached back and delivered stiff decisive slaps which caught the beautiful and thoroughly helpless young girl flush on her smooth white ass cheeks, which began to redden under the sudden pressure of his slaps.
"I want you," Mike gulped lasciviously, "and I'm gonna dominate you along the way anyway that I can."
She responded to his message by grinding her busy hips back harder with each and every movement that much more insistent than its predecessor as she wailed and mewled, actually basking in the enjoyment of her own imprisoned fate as her lover kept tearing into her moist slit with his stiff, bludgeoning strokes.
Mike hunched over his panting, thoroughly dominated victim, working feverishly with his rapaciously slashing cock, which kept on impaling her with every decisive thrust inside the squishy, squirming confines of her twisting velvety twat.
She groaned and squirmed, her warm ass globes moving in tight concentric circles around the thick cudgel-like intrusion of Mike's thoroughly dominating prick.
Her nostrils flared and her burning hips ground even more rapidly than before under the steady onslaught of Mike's skewering thickness, which kept ripping into her like a knife, imbedding its way ever deeper into the wet tightness of her womb.
Mike let out a loud sigh and Cindy could feel the spurting heaviness of his thickly spewing cum pouring ever so deeply and searingly into the innermost depths of her hot belly, sloshing in all its viscous heat as it sprayed and splashed into the pores of her spewing overwhelmed flesh, filling her until the excess oozed around the softening thickness of his ever stinging prick.
He let her go and she eased forward on the sofa, her flesh still quivering and her legs opening and closing with undiminished enthusiasm for what her dominant lover had done to her.
"You wanted it all the time," Mike said, looking down at the brunette's sensuous form.
"How can you say that? I fought you every way that I could, you big bully. You had to practically rape me to screw me."
"You used the word practically," Mike nodded. "You wanted it. I know you did."
Cindy did not desire to argue the point with Mike. She knew only too well that a certain part of her had wanted to go all the way with him, to be thoroughly imprisoned by him even to the point of being slapped, and she had thrilled to Mike, pain and all, even though she still felt a seething hatred for him at the same time.
What bothered Cindy most of all was the fact that she was unsure of her own emotions. The only thing she had had to fall back on lately as a sustaining force was her presumed unattainability, but Mike had punctured that in no uncertain terms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was a few minutes past ten when Mike returned home. His mother was sitting on a chair in the living room reading a book, clad in a pale blue robe.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming home at all," his mother slammed the book shut and frowned disapprovingly as Mike entered the room.
"Sorry, Mom, but I got tied up," Mike replied.
"Apparently. What was her name?"
Mike looked at Doris with surprise.
"What makes you ask that?"
"I doubt that you would have come home this late if you hadn't met some sweet young thing."
"You said to stay out and enjoy myself," Mike reminded her in a tactful tone. "Don't you remember?"
"Yes, I remember," she said with a trace of apology in her voice. "I guess I had no cause to jump at you, dear. It's just that I had no reason to suspect that you were gonna be gone this long, considering that you left here early in the afternoon. I had dinner all prepared and had to put it away."
"Oh, I'm sorry if I put you to any bother, Mom. I hope you haven't been waiting all this time to eat."
"No, I got hungry about an hour ago and ate. I put your food away for when you got back. I suppose you're famished by now."
"Funny thing, but I'm really not. I ought to be."
"I guess you've still got your mind on other things," Doris Ferguson said suggestively as she got up slowly from her chair and began walking slowly toward Mike. "Was she pretty, dear? There was a girl that you met, wasn't there? You can confide in me."
"Yes she was, but you look pretty good yourself right now."
His mother stopped a scant few inches away from her son. She looked up into his eyes, staring at him with ever rising need as Mike's body began to instantly tense as he felt whirlpools of sensual ecstasy gush through him. Mike's aroused cock started to ever so noticeably harden inside his trousers.
"I'm sorry, dear, for getting cross," Doris Ferguson whispered softly. "I shouldn't have gotten jealous or spiteful. It's just that I need my young man to lean on as my tower of strength. I like it when you rough me up. It shows me who's boss."
Doris reached down with her right hand, sliding her fingers against Mike's zipper until his hard, dangling prick popped free in all its erect splendor. Her fingers hungrily squeezed the bulbous spongy tip of his mammoth instrument. At first she concentrated exclusively on the nub end of his inflamed cock-head, but soon enough her fingers began to slide with confident rapidity up and down the lengthy base of Mike's solidly erect penis.
"Damned, that feels so good," he gasped. "You really know how to massage my tool."
"It's like it's made for me to touch," Doris giggled like a school-girl as her fingers continued to take brisk charge, thoroughly and vigorously sliding against the inflated base of his itchy, sensation-ridden fleshy member.
About the time that Mike's legs began to tremble from the acute excitement that his mother's systematic finger strokes were generating, Doris suddenly released her fingers from his rock hard prick.
Mike's face began to redden with ever accelerating erotic fire as he watched his mother slowly take two backward strokes. He watched closely as she undid the strap which held together her robe.
She shrugged her shoulders ever so emphatically yet daintily, then nimbly stepped out of her robe and exposed her fully naked body. Mike's alert eyes immediately fastened on the alluring sight of her radiant blonde pubic nest so enticingly visible between her daringly spread alabaster thighs. Instinctively Mike reached down with both hands and allowed his fingers to searchingly explore the full length of his inflamed cock, which he knew was in need of immediate physical attention.
His beautiful mother ever so slowly and casually turned her scintillating body around, then calmly began to stride toward her bedroom, her ripe ass cheeks rubbing together as she walked in the manner of two shiny new half dollars making contact.
As Mike followed two short steps behind his beautiful mother, his face became flushed with hungry sadistic anxiety. He lusted once more for his voluptuous mother wantonly. It was not enough for him to be a gentle lover. Neither one of them would have been satisfied with such a course of action. No, he had to take full possession of her with every ounce of wicked lust within him, to hurt her, to let her know once and for all that she was his submissive sex slave and would have to engage in any and every act that he sought to perform with her.
Mike's eyes became hypnotically fixed on his mother's ever firm ripe ass globes, which kept rubbing against each other and wiggling while she walked. He kept on staring at her bountiful buttocks until they finally arrived in the bedroom, upon which she stretched out her lean, cat-like sensuous form in the middle of the bed.
As she stretched her smooth ivory legs once more, Mike began to quickly remove his shirt. As he quickly undressed, he watched his beautiful mother reach down with her right hand and flowingly glide her sturdy fingers down between her quivering legs until they began to make contact with her curly blonde pubic hairs.
Mike loved watching his mother soothingly manipulating her fingers against her aroused pubic vee, and after she had worked herself up through her vigorous finger contact against her vanilla-covered pubic hairs, she gradually worked her fingers inside the sweltering confines of her pink wet slit.
As she kept grinding her fingers with ever mounting quickness against her rapidly intensifying cunt, Doris let out a loud gasp, hurling her flowing hips back and forth quickly and letting her firm jutting breasts bounce with great joy and exhilarating passion.
"Hurry up, baby, 'cause I'm ready," Doris sighed as her hips and ass-cheeks jerked with sizzling ecstasy as she rubbed her excited clitoris and generated ever more friction between her trembling legs. "Matter of fact, I'm gonna be gushing. Oh yes, my pussy juice is gonna spray. This feels so good, yes, oh, it's so great."
By then a thoroughly invigorated Mike was sliding his trousers ever so quickly down his legs, continuing to watch the lusty sight before him, his emblazoned cock standing ever so boldly between his legs as he got ready to enter the scene.
Doris' legs twisted more quickly than ever as she sent her fingers into the seething wet confines of her juicy pink vaginal flesh as a full-fledged orgasm loomed in the immediate offing.
A few sizzling strokes later, Doris let out a guttural mewl and jerked her sleek white legs with passionate conviction as the stirring floodtide of pussy juice started to splash ecstatically from her blazing mound, spraying ever so delectably against her legs as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"Oh damned, if that won't get a guy's pecker up and keep it there then nothing will," Mike exclaimed, throwing himself downward into bed with his alluring mother.
Mike observed the steady, pendulous vibration of Doris' still rotating fleshy white ass cheeks, and his first move was to reach down and grab hold of them firmly, pinching them with commanding force until his mother let out a guttural mewl.
"You're hurting me and I love it," she exclaimed in a loud, triumphal tone. "Do anything you want to me, dear, I need it. How I ever need everything you can give me."
He kept pinching and stabbing with his resolute fingers for a few more minutes against the smooth crevices of his mother's warm ass flesh, after which he released his fingers. By then he was ready to slap his mother's ass cheeks, wanting to see them redden just as he had done so once before.
Mike's strong hands landed with roaring impact, slashing crisply against her waiting buttocks, which rocked tremulously from the stinging impact of his crunching slaps.
"I like it, damned, I like it," he grunted.
"So do I. I love you, darling."
"Hang on. You're gonna get more of the same."
"I want it. I want you to take charge of me."
He kept up his stinging attack, delivering his fingers with relentless desire as they landed with a crisp, thudding impact time and again until he voluntarily brought his activity to a halt.
By then Mike had become mesmerized by the erotically inspiring sight of Doris' hairless anal slit, which twitched with acute need. Mike's fingers reached out and grabbed Doris' smoothly-rounded ass orbs as he pushed his hot wet scarlet tongue forward, eager to let it pierce its way determinedly inside his mother's anal ring.
Doris' legs tightened and she let out a loud swoon as her son daringly pushed his warm tongue up between her sleek rolling buns and let it slide with burning conviction into her ass-hole, taking her totally by surprise and causing her entire body to vibrate with the same type of violent spasmodic activity that had taken place when she had fingered herself off a few moments earlier.
His spearing tongue kept on charging forward, burying itself ever deeper between the smooth walls of Doris' twisting ass cheeks as he made searing contact with her sizzling pink anus.
"What an ass licker," she passionately gushed. "What a surprise, my darling. You're so full of surprises, and they're always beautiful, yes, so beautiful."
Mike's burning pursuit of Doris' agitated ass-hole continued for a few more quick strokes. When he removed his tongue from her sensation-ridden anus, Mike reached out with his right index finger and let it decisively plunge high and deep inside Doris' devastated anal passage.
He jerked his finger back and forth, letting it surge with uninhibited joy as he sliced it deep inside Doris' twisting, lust-crazed ass as he smiled with satisfaction, happy that his movements were achieving such a positive spontaneous reaction.
His pressing finger surged thunderously, pursuing its way with forbidden wanton desire until he rammed it against her anal ring. Soon Doris began reacting by mewling with animalish frenzy, feeling waves of pain from his thundering finger contact, but always desiring more of the same kind of contact.
When Mike withdrew his finger from his mother's ass-hole, he reached out with his right hand and dipped his fingers dramatically into the wet squishy well of his mother's "still excited pink slit.
"What are you doing, darling?" Doris asked with surprise.
"Just wait and see. You're gonna like it." Doris watched as Mike pushed the pussy nectar which he had carefully extracted from his mother's blazing mound and slid it high and deep into the tight confines of her tight, appealing ass-hole.
With the remaining juice that he had not deposited into his mother's ass-hole, Mike slid the warm female goo against the spongy cock-head of his rock hard male member.
"Just lubricating you a little before I give you the ass fucking of your life," Mike said emphatically.
"Please, anything but that," Doris reacted with instantaneous shock. "Nobody has ever done that, honey, and I mean nobody."
"You've done a lot of things for the first time recently," Mike shrewdly pointed out, "and you're gonna get it. Don't act like a big baby, Mom, because I'm gonna ass-fuck you and that's that."
He reached out and made a quick, decisive grab for his mother's firm trembling thighs.
"You're shaking like a leaf," he said.
"I'm scared."
"Don't be a big baby. We're gonna go the sodomy route and that's that. I can hardly wait to stick my big thumping cock into that tight ass. Oh damned, and to think it's a virgin ass-hole too. That makes the whole thing that much more exciting."
He threw her trembling thighs over his shoulders, then tensed his body dramatically as Mike prepared to push his stiff, erect penis forward. As he let it slam forward, Mike heaved a deep sigh as it landed with crisp impact against the tightness of his mother's twisting ass. He landed with scalding impact, battering his prick deep into her anal ring as she let out a loud sob, then another. "Oh!. . . God! . . . Auugg.. . "
"Take it easy," she begged. "You're tearing my ass up. Oh, how it hurts, the pain is incredible."
Mike remained undaunted, lashing out with both hands and letting them simultaneously connect with the shapely-contoured ridges of her smooth ass flesh while he pushed his pulsating erect prick forward once more, letting it land a second time with ringing impact as he stunned her, forcing his turgid prick even deeper into her pain-ridden anal passage than before.
Doris' body trembled helplessly under the devastating onslaught of Mike's deep-thrusting penis stabs as she sobbed unrestrainedly and tears began to roll down her cheeks. But through it all there remained something impressively exciting about engaging in such a forbidden act for the first time, even though her son was using his stiff cock like a bludgeoning weapon, never letting up, showing no mercy or restraint in any of his activity.
His savage erect member kept ravishing her lewdly with every driving forward stab as Mike kept ramming his lust-bloated, cock as deeply as he knew how into the exquisite tightness of his victim's virginal ass-hole.
After the continuous slashing attack had reached its torrid crescendo of unflagging activity, the pain which accompanied every rousing charge of Mike's sturdy prick became increasingly more acceptable to Doris. Even though she kept feeling ringing pain with every plunging, knife-like thrust that Mike sadistically delivered, she started to enjoy being ravished and was finding every twinging pain sensation to contain a certain amount of strangely exotic pleasure.
"What an ass fuck," she eventually called out, first groaning, then letting out an animalish mewl. "Make me your whore, honey, I wanna serve you anyway I know how. Keep on fucking me. Just drive that big cock of yours between my legs and into my ass-hole."
The quicker that Mike stepped up his pace as he ravaged her tight ass-hole time and again, the closer that he drew to the inevitable moment when the spewing juices would have to blast from the nub end of Mike's long, skewering pole.
His body rocked with increasing authority as Mike entered what he knew to be the final phase of his ass fuck. His thick, leathery, lust-bloated balls slapped with thudding impact time and again against Doris' squirming ass cheeks as he knifed her with his sharp, desire-swept spear as he felt the familiar tugging sensations making themselves itchily felt in his warm, ever bulging testicles.
He liked the way that his mother's firm fleshy hips began to spontaneously rock with every deep, slashing cock stab that he sent forth with his piercing cock as he pushed ever relentlessly to the big moment when the liquid spray would be shooting from the end of Mike's hard, pulsating cock.
His blasting tool pressed sharply to the hilt as his fingers pinched and squeezed against Doris' squirming ass cheeks. All the while he felt quivering sensations in his restless, thundering balls, which were prepared to unleash their torrent of hot white sperm from the end of his cannonading cock.
"Keep fucking me," Doris shouted deliriously. "You're hurting me and it's so great. Damned, keep it up, keep driving your stiff prick, how good it feels."
Mike resoundingly slapped at his mother's beautiful buttocks as the first few droplets of seminal fluid began to nervously edge out of the end of his spearing, torpedo-like tool.
"Here comes the gusher," he warned.
Mike's nervous hips responsively wiggled with rapacious lust as his stiff, rapier prick ravaged her sore anus one more time as the steaming stream of his hot liquid sperm splashed volcanically from the end of his raging cock.
Mike watched as Doris' hips rocked and her tight, firm breast flesh swayed and jiggled as the torrent of feverish white cream kept blasting from the end of Mike's torrid fleshy member and into her wiggling, pain-devastated ass-hole.
Mike pulled his cock out with a lurid plop from Doris' ass-hole, she felt acute waves of pain from the savage pummeling that his commanding organ had ever so resolutely supplied.
"You're a winner, baby," she sighed with exhaustion as she stretched out on the bed. "When you fuck a girl she stays fucked."
"Well that's the only way to fuck," Mike laughed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Mike returned to the bar the following day, Cindy's eyes never met his once during her stint on the platform.
She finished her stint and walked to the bar to discuss business with Lou. Mike waited patiently until she was ready to go back to the dressing room, whereupon he confronted her in a dark corridor next to the dressing room door.
"How's it going, Cindy?" he asked smilingly.
Cindy eyed him coldly.
"I don't know if I ought to talk to you or not."
"What's the problem?"
'The problem is all that happened last night. Let's just forget about it. I don't know what got into me, or for that matter us, but it was a big mistake."
"I know what got into me and it's still there," Mike declared emphatically. "I feel something and it's still there. It's just that simple. I don't know what kind of nonsense you're talking about."
"Look, I'm not here to listen to you berating me. I'd appreciate it if you didn't raise your voice."
Just standing that close to Cindy, whose beautiful body was covered by a robe, was enough to cause Mike's cock to harden. Not only that, but he had been sitting on a barstool for better than an hour watching her grind her shapely-constructed hips and ass cheeks to the tune of the loud rock sounds, which put him in an ever more eager mood to have sex with her. So he told himself to play things cool and not get rattled. He could easily scare Cindy away, despite the enormous success that he had enjoyed one day earlier.
"Okay, sorry I raised my voice," he said apologetically. "I'll tell you what. You've been dancing a long time and I know you're eager to get a shower and change. So why don't we discuss this in the privacy of a booth at the restaurant across the street. What harm could that do?"
Cindy sighed, then ran her right hand across her sweaty brow.
"You are very persistent. I've got to give you credit for that," Cindy said. "All right. I'll see you there in a few minutes."
Mike heaved an inner sigh of relief. He at least had prompted Cindy to reconsider to the point of talking things over with him. As Mike left the bar and crossed the street, heading toward the restaurant where he had met Cindy the night before, Mike knew that Cindy with fighting something. It had been only too clear to him that, once he got her over the initial barrier of fear, she had been willing to engage in wild and mutually satisfying sex. But here she was, just one night later, and she was experiencing fearful misgivings. There had to be a reason and Mike was determined to get to the bottom of it.
It took Cindy less time to shower and dress than it had the evening before, and as Mike was halfway into his first cup of coffee she arrived wearing the same dress in which she had been attired the preceding evening. Once again the response was the same as far as the male customers were concerned. All turned and stared lengthily in the beautiful brunette's direction. Mike couldn't help but be amused by what happened to a bald-headed man who sat at a booth with his heavy set, bleached blonde wife. He turned his head to catch a quick strategic glance at the stunning Cindy while was looking at the menu. But his wife apparently had kept one eye focused on her husband to determine his reaction to Cindy. Her husband's head dropped as she stared a hole through him, then proceeded to berate him in the manner of a mother scolding a very young child, shaking an accusing finger at him all the while.
Mike waited until Cindy had ordered and received a cup of coffee before settling into the question at hand.
"Something's troubling you, Cindy, and I have a feeling that it extends beyond me," Mike began. "I'm the kind of guy who believes in getting things out in the open and I hope we can do that right now."
Cindy shook her head, then began speaking in a low, concerned tone.
"Okay, seeing as how you're that eager to know the whole score I'll tell you," she said. "You see, I was married very young and it just didn't work out at all. My husband acted like a swell guy before we tied the knot, but after that he showed his real colors. The bastard never wanted to let me lead a life of my own. Always wanted me on a leash. We were arguing all the time, and so, naturally enough, we got a divorce."
"Nothing strange about any of that," Mike said.
"Yeah, but I haven't come to the other part. Since my husband was the only man I'd really been intimate with, aside from some necking and a couple times when I let some horny boyfriends eat my box, I was crushed about the whole thing. I didn't feel like plunging into an affair right away."
"That's understandable."
"But then something happened," Cindy's eyes narrowed dramatically as she began speaking even more softly than before. "I met a beautiful blonde named Fay. She was about my height and build and I met her when we were both auditioning for jobs as dancers for a television special. Well, we didn't get that job, but we did land something for a Las Vegas revue, which gave us steady employment for almost three years. When the show ended we came back to Los Angeles. Well, by then I was really hooked on her, both as a friend and a lover. She comforted me at a time when I was broken up about the shabby marriage and didn't wanna look at another man."
"You shouldn't hold something like that against all of us," Mike smiled sympathetically, trying to do his best to make Cindy feel at ease.
"When we got back to Los Angeles I decided to go to secretarial school and get a job as a secretary. I got sick of hoofing because of all the wolves who were always trying to put the make on me. Fay never seemed as bothered by it. She got a job dancing topless at a nightclub on the Sunset Strip and I landed a job as a secretary so we set up housekeeping together at an apartment in Hollywood. Well, it was bad enough always having to fight off the advances of the married boss I was working under, who kept telling me that I was everything his wife wasn't but wished that she was. I could put up with it just as long as I had my love nest intact with my Fay. But then one night she told me dead serious that we had to have a talk. She said she'd met a guy, a successful dentist, who was a customer at the nightclub where she worked and that she'd been seeing him off and on for several months. She said that she hoped I'd understand, but that she had been seeing men too for as long as she'd known me, but that I was her one and only woman. So the dentist had asked her to marry him and she was accepting."
"But didn't you expect the arrangement with Fay to come to an end sooner or later?" Mike asked.
"No. I thought she felt the same way I did, and that she didn't have any desire toward men. So that crushed the hell out of me. Then, not long after Fay moved out on me and got married, my boss started coming on stronger than ever. Finally I told him what I thought of him. Well, you guessed it. I got canned. So for quite some time I'd known Lou through a mutual friend and he was trying his damndest to get me to go to work at the bar. I'd told him no for quite awhile, but finally, what with my job gone and all, I figured what the hell was the difference. I was gonna get hustled and gawked at anyway so I might just as well get paid good for it. So I did a pretty damned good job of getting rid of all these Romeos who were trying to get into my pants. That is until you came along."
"So what's the problem?" Mike asked. "You just happened to meet a guy who appealed to you. What's wrong with that?"
"I wonder about that, I really do. Especially when I actually find myself liking some of that rough treatment you put me through."
"No mystery in that."
"There isn't?"
"No. You want to be dominated and I just happen to be the guy to fit into your plans."
"You sound so glib about the whole thing. I think I just got carried away. That's all."
"You're fighting your true feelings," Mike leaned over the table and declared emphatically. He gave his words an opportunity to sink in, then reached over and placed his hand over hers. "Now let's go over to your place and talk some more."
"You wanna do more than talk and you know it."
"We'll start out by talking and see what happens. After all, if you're that certain you don't in the least want it from me then I'll conclude I'm wasting my time and move on."
"Can I count on that?" she glared at him skeptically.
"You bet you can," he crisply responded.
Mike got his way as far as getting into Cindy's apartment was concerned. They sat next to each other on the sofa and sipped some wine, saying very little to one another. When Mike finished the last few drops of the wine in his glass, he felt it was time to move the evening into a new phase, the phase that he had had in mind from the very beginning. His eager penis mushroomed inside his trousers and shorts as he reached out and hurled his strong, sinewy arms around Cindy, clenching his fervent lips against hers and letting them crush solidly against hers for several long moments, after which he then removed them.
"Into the bedroom," he motioned.
When Cindy did not immediately respond to Mike's briskly assertive command, he jumped up from the sofa and grabbed hold of her right arm solidly with his hand, astutely supplying just enough pressure to make her get the point. Eventually Cindy ever so slowly got up from the sofa.
Once that they reached the bedroom Mike became a veritable tornado of movement as he swiftly guided her out of her dress with his quick, pressing fingers. After that his pace quickened even more as Mike removed her panties and brassiere, watching as her body trembled with fear as she tried to anticipate what would happen next.
Mike was determined to take his clothes off as quickly as possible, and following a few puffs and gasps he was down to nothing more than his shorts. He deliberately left them on for purposes of making a point with his beautiful and subservient lover, and was intending on making her completely aware of how subservient she was.
"Reach down and pull off my shorts," Mike commanded briskly, looking at her with a stern expression. "Go ahead and do it. And I mean do it right now."
Recognizing how vastly important it was for Cindy to respond to his every command, Mike reached down with both hands and guided them solidly against her hair, pressing tightly and firmly, letting her know that she was expected to rigidly follow his orders.
Cindy reached out and let her nervous fingers grab hold of the elastic waistband of his shorts. She began to tug, pulling the material down Mike's hairy legs and eventually off of him as his body quivered with mounting lustful desire.
By then she recognized that she had full access to the meaty thickness that hung limply between Mike's thighs. Suddenly she felt swept away with a wave of sudden passion, a passion born out of the knowledge that Mike was commanding her to provide him with the ultimate in wild sensual attention. On impulse she began to tenderly pull and tug at Mike's rubbery cock, leaning ever closer to it as her breathing became more rapid. She held the purplish knob preciously between her fingers as if it were a rare jewel.
"That's what I like," Mike said, "some attention for my good old long hard prick. Reach down there and kiss it. Go on, I'm not taking no for an answer. You're gonna do things my way you little bitch and that's all there is to it."
Cindy bent over slowly. Mike watched ever so carefully, wanting to observe her every move, as she reached out and quickly kissed the bulbous pulsing tip of his erect member, causing his body to vibrate several times from the seismic shock waves that jolted his entire body from the stimulating contact.
"All right, so now you're used to making contact with it," Mike grinned with ever mounting lust, "so now I want your tongue to go to work on it."
"You don't really mean.. . ? " her voice trailed off dramatically and her face became wrinkled with concern.
"I mean I want you to suck it off. What the hell's wrong with that?"
"But I've never done that before."
"You've got to be joking."
"No, not at all," she told him fearfully.
"But what the hell, you were married. You mean to say that you didn't ever go down on your husband once?"
"No, not ever," she turned her head away with embarrassment, feeling uncomfortable over the subject that was being discussed.
"No wonder the marriage was such a damned lousy failure. Well, that's all the more reason why I expect you to do it. Consider it part of your educational process."
"I hate to say this, but I'm scared as hell."
"Forget about your fears and start sucking me," Mike said irritably.
When Cindy did not respond, he reached out and delivered a stinging slap to the side of her face, a blow that contained just enough force to snap her to attention and once more remind her of who was in charge.
"Now get down there and start sucking," Mike commanded once more.
To get the point across anew of the extent to which she was being dominated, Mike reached out and gripped her head ever so solidly, forcing Cindy over his firm, fleshy member, which was quaking for immediate action from her tremulous tongue.
"Go ahead, get down there and lap it up," he said.
Cindy took the whole purplish knob of Mike's long pulsating prick into her mouth. Suddenly her heart began to pound as a strange force took hold of her. Just feeling Mike's hot, resolute fingers tugging sharply at her hair prompted her to feel a wild wave of uncontrollable sexual need gush through her in waves and volleys. Her tongue swirled hotly around Mike's warm bulbous shaft as it shuddered and jerked within the warm moist confines of her mouth. In a few seconds it was even longer and harder than before and throbbing with arousal, and for some strangely unaccountable reason Cindy, the neophyte at cocksucking, was loving every bit of the action.
He clamped his fingers against her hair even tighter than before, hurting his subservient lover just enough to make her acutely aware of the extent to which she was being dominated.
"C'mon, keep sucking," his words were punctuated with shallow gasping breaths as she licked and caressed the fleshy stiffness of his manhood.
Cindy grunted around the thick heat of Mike's piercing organ, and all the while tension continued steadily mounting within Cindy, along with an abiding determination to please her man. Her lips ovaled steadfastly around his throbbing member, clasping tightly as she rocked up hard against his sweaty, rocking loins until the hairs around his scorching penis tickled her nose and her chin rested lightly on the twin, cum-bloated orbs of his swirling testicles, which overflowed with lusty zeal as they moved closer to popping their torrential juices.
Mike watched Cindy with a degree of mystery, overwhelmed by the suddenness with which she was able to adjust to a new act as he listened to the savage slurping sounds of his suddenly determined lover, who had been rocked into action by the ringing slap that he had earlier delivered to her face.
Soon Cindy's belly would be sloshing with appetizing cum, and Mike hissed several times as his nervous hips rolled and he watched her begin to cradle his lust-bloated balls with her fingers, sucking voraciously at his long aroused prick with her lips and tongue. He groaned as he felt the exquisite vacuum of her throat, the muscles swiftly churning and drawing his virile maleness down into her as she ravenously sucked the hot, viscous liquid of his sperm up from the forbidden sanctuary of his swollen leathery testicles, which were being propelled ever nearer the point when the thick white juices would splash from the end of his sturdy, enchanted joint and into her mouth.
"Just remember to suck up the stuff when it spills out of me," Mike loudly warned. "A lot of women want to spit it up, and I don't go for that crap at all. So keep sucking and go after every drop of the hot stuff, yeah, that's the way I want it."
Mike clenched with both hands against Cindy's head even more tightly than before, positioning her perfectly for the wildly lascivious thrill of Cindy's strangely skillful cocksucking, strange considering her stated absence of experience. He moved her head back and forth as the busy statuesque brunette grunted and squealed with ever accelerating enthusiasm. Her head shook from side to side as she moaned throatily with violent arousal, sucking and licking with lewd ferocity at the underside of Mike's steaming male member with such intense fervor that his orgasm was only precious seconds away.
He moaned and gasped as Cindy's lips went into a rapturous dance of wild sucking and her cheeks hollowed hugely to take in every drop of the delicious cum she could feel surging wantonly from Mike's ballooning balls. She swallowed again and again as the gushing heat filled her excited mouth and trickled lewdly from the corners of her lips until her mouth was smeared with his thick steamy sperm.
When the last shuddering spurt had filled her lust-crazed mouth and was swallowed torridly into the lurid depths of her swirling belly, Cindy let Mike's cock slither from her lips, which she promptly licked clean. His spongy cock-head was next as Cindy bathed it incitingly with her tongue until every trace of his cream was licked into her mouth and belly. Then, and only then, she let herself be helped ever shakily onto the sofa beside Mike.
Cindy leaned back against the cushion and drew her smooth supple alabaster thighs upward invitingly. Instinctively Mike turned on the sofa and reached up between her long sleek thighs until his probing warm fingers touched the steaming fissure of Cindy's blazing pink twat, moist and eager from the wanton passions of her cocksucking.
"Yes, ooohhh, aaaahhh, rub it for me," she moaned throatily, "oh yes, Mike, rub my cunt and make me cum."
Cindy groaned, closed her eyes, and tossed her head back on the sofa. Her seething, creamy white legs kept moving apart rapidly until they were almost at right angles to her curvaceous, lust-heated body while Mike kept adroitly driving his stiffened fingers into the clinging pink heat of Cindy's throbbingly moist pussy.
"Ooooooohhhhh, you've got me off," she moaned throatily, her firm alabaster legs and fleshy white ass globes grinding in perfect symmetry until Mike slowly released his goo-covered fingers from her now stilled slit.
As Mike stared down at luscious Cindy, who reclined on her back on the sofa like a tired and ecstasy-spent young girl, he reached out with his left hand and allowed his fingers to slide soothingly across her forehead, which was dampened with perspiration.
"I just can't believe what happened," Mike said.
"What was that?" Cindy opened her eyes and stared at Mike.
"You said you'd never sucked cock before, but damned, I've never had it done more expertly by anybody. And when it came time to gulp down the cream, something that most first-timers shrink from and are scared stiff over, you hung in there like a champ and slurped up every drop. You sure you were leveling with me about giving head?"
"Not completely," she replied with a trace of guilt. "You see, it was one of the things my ex-husband and I were always arguing about. A few times when he was drunk he got rough with me and actually forced the thing into my mouth, so I hadn't leveled with you when I told you that I'd never sucked cock. But I was leveling about one part of it. I'd never sucked the juices out of it before."
"Is that a fact," Mike smiled. "You sure did do an impressive job of gobbling the stuff down."
"I don't know what got into me," she shook her head in bewilderment. "All I do know is that when you got me excited my heart started pounding and I wanted to do anything to please you. That's weird, particularly since you're a man."
"Don't stereotype yourself, baby. If you're a straight lesbian type then I'm the Hunchback of Notre Dame."
Cindy looked into Mike's eyes and laughed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mike kept trying to remind himself that, as a civilian who had been recently discharged from the Army and who was on his own again, he would have to devote some attention to the subject of a job and the question of just what he wanted to do with his life from that point on.
At present, though, Mike found himself so wrapped up in matters of the crotch so as to put the quest of a job and career purpose in his life squarely in the background. He had lived frugally in the Army and had collected severance pay as well at the time of his discharge, so for the moment he was spending what little money he had to from what he had saved, and all he could virtually think of was when he would get his rocks off the next time. Foremost in all his plans, naturally, was his oversexed mother, who kept desiring to be thoroughly dominated by her homey young son, and Cindy, who kept gradually adjusting to her new role as a subjugated love object for a man.
Mike did his best to satisfy the lustful appetites of both women, and as Doris Ferguson became more accustomed to her son spending time with Cindy, her resentment terminated. She decided that there was no need to expect an exclusive where sex with her hot young son was concerned, just as long as he was able to satisfy her urges, which he was succeeding in doing admirably.
Despite the abounding joys that Mike was experiencing on a daily basis as he kept two beautiful, hungry women under his dominant thumb, an unfulfilled passionate desire kept grating at his nerves and causing him to toss and turn often when he would awaken in the middle of the night. Just thinking about the subject that was tormenting him insured his ever healthy and willing cock to stand tall as it anticipated some more forbidden action.
Even though Cindy had made a successful adjustment from the realm of lesbian sex and the tragic break-up with her female lover Fay, Mike still suspected that lying dormant within her was a quivering urge to let herself go again with a woman.
He began to think of how lustfully inspiring it would be for him to watch Cindy and his beautiful mother letting their lewd twisting bodies glide back and forth in the same bed as they supplied each other with tempestuous thrills.
Mike thought back to one time when he was in the early stages of his Korean duty. Several soldiers had come back to the barracks in a joyous drunken state, boasting about what they had paid two lovely Korean girls to engage in. They eagerly described the passions that the two girls shared while they watched, causing the other men, who had not received such a splendid voyeuristic opportunity, to become envious.
To this day Mike had never seen two sumptuous women make it, and he wondered just what would happen if his mother ever met the beauteous Cindy, who, he reasoned, would be captivated by his mother's charms enough to take her to bed. The big question in his mind was just how his mother would react to Cindy. He did not know if Doris had ever engaged in sex with a woman, but he did possess a good deal of confidence in Cindy's ability to push just about anyone to the level of panting animal lust.
As part of his strategy, Mike kept whetting his mother's curiosity little by little on the subject of Cindy, telling her now nice a girl she was and how well the two of them would get along if they ever met. Eventually his strategy succeeded as Doris
Ferguson suggested to Mike that he bring Cindy home with him one night to meet her.
"I'm supposed to pick her up at work at six tomorrow," Mike smiled. "How about me bringing her over then?"
"That would be fine, dear, just as long as she isn't too tired out from doing all that dancing."
"No, I'm sure she won't be that tired," Mike laughed. "Cindy's really a pretty energetic girl."
"From all the time you've been spending with her, I'm sure you'd be in a position to know," his mother said suggestively.
That evening Cindy wore a pair of tight-fitting white slacks which showed off her shapely ass cheeks to good advantage and a yellow blouse with no brassiere underneath, which conveyed the firm, luscious cleavage of her captivating breasts in grand style. Mike was happy over the fact that Cindy was so fetchingly attired, deciding that it would fit in with his plans perfectly.
As they drove in Mike's Mustang to his home, Cindy appeared a little edgy over the prospect of meeting his mother for the first time.
"I hope she'll like me," Cindy said.
"Of course she will. Matter of fact, she's a lot like you."
"How's that?"
"She's beautiful like you, is built a lot like you, and has the same kind of bustling energy that you've got. She's really a very daring woman and, I would say without demonstrating any prejudice, a very fascinating person."
"Is she a blonde or brunette?" Cindy asked with mounting interest.
"She's a very gorgeous blonde," Mike grinned, recognizing that Cindy's former flame Fay was also a blonde.
Mike was encouraged by the way that Cindy stared at his mother with almost open lust when they were introduced, and by the fact that his mother's eyes widened when she got her first glimpse of the statuesque brown-haired beauty. Doris Ferguson wore a bright red skirt that was short enough to amply reveal every line of her trim, firm lines of thigh and ankle flesh.
"My son has very good taste," Doris Ferguson smiled as she appraised Cindy's stunning face and form slowly.
"Your son's not so bad himself," Cindy quickly replied, "and I can easily see where he gets his good looks. In fact, I can hardly believe you could have a son as old as Mike. You look more like his sister."
"And younger sister at that," Mike said, triggering laughter from the two women.
"Why don't you fix us some coffee, Mike," Doris said as she escorted Cindy to an empty chair in the living room.
"The hell with that," Mike shook his head. "Let's live it up and open up that fresh bottle of Chevas Regal that we bought at the liquor store the other day."
The next phase of Mike's plan was, appropriately enough, to get the two women and himself as well thoroughly drunk from the Scotch. They polished off the bottle in reasonable short order as Cindy and Doris chatted laughingly like long lost friends. After the bottle was finished it was almost a foregone conclusion that the three of them would adjourn to the bedroom. Mike led the way, his heart palpitating with wild anxiety at the delicious prospect that the fantasy he had been dreaming about so long, his delightful voyeuristic escapade, was near at hand.
He stripped off his clothes quickly, sliding his shorts down his legs and revealing his rock hard erection, which caused both women to stare at it with swelling admiration and desire. By then it was obvious to Cindy that mother and son were on highly intimate terms, and what with her head swirling with crazed drunken lust, she didn't even care.
What with Mike completely naked, Cindy eased her body upward from the edge of the bed and sinuously glided her hips suggestively as she eased her blouse over her head, letting it drop to the floor as her huge, well-rounded firm ripe breasts popped free, her nipples standing out like two prickly pieces of forbidden fruit just waiting to be lasciviously plucked from a tree.
Mike pleasantly noticed the expression of open-mouthed and wide-eyed awe that captivated his mother as she got her first glimpse of young Cindy's voluptuous melons.
"What a pair of tits," Doris gasped.
"Just wait until you see her firm legs and those beautiful ripe ass cheeks, Mom," Mike teased.
Doris Ferguson watched pensively as the beautiful dancer let her superbly proportioned hips and ass cheeks wiggle seductively within the tight confines of her white slacks as Cindy reached behind herself and slowly unzipped her slacks.
Mike was pleased to notice the look of hypnotic breathless concern on his mother's face as Cindy slid the slacks down her long well-tapered limbs until she stepped out of them, wearing nothing other than a pair of wafer thin, skimpy navy blue bikini panties. Doris admired Cindy's supple creamy thighs with mounting admiration.
"So firm, you keep yourself in superb condition," Doris said.
"After all, I do dance for a living," Cindy giggled girlishly, loosening up noticeably under the influence of the Scotch that she had so voraciously gulped down.
By then Cindy was steadfastly hoping that she would be able to make love to Mike's beautiful mother, and she decided to prolong the removal of her bikini panties for dazzling effect.
The brown-haired beauty extended her sleek supple thighs ever so slowly and soothingly, then drew her steady fingers downward to the elastic waistband of her panties. Her delectable crotch wiggled in slow motion as she flung her buttocks from side to side, observing with supreme pleasure just how tenaciously Doris's eyes remained riveted on her infatuating form.
Cindy scintillatingly tugged at the elastic waistband several times for dramatic effect, letting it lewdly snap against the firm oval flesh of her stomach. She tightened the grip with which she held onto the waistband, then let it glide down her smooth, luxuriously tapered thighs as the sound of panties scraping against firm flesh was the only one heard in the otherwise silent room.
She kept on lowering her panties ever so slowly, and by the time that they had been lowered enough to afford the first view of her pubic vee surrounded by the brown downy curls, Doris began to nervously shift in her chair and Mike, who was standing rigidly, spontaneously reached down and began to glide his fingers against the full length of his lust-bloated cock. It pleased him to see that Cindy was pulling out all stops, which enhanced the chances of a wild love tryst developing between her and his mother.
The navy blue bikini panties kept slipping ever lower, moving steadily downward from Cindy's creamy thighs to her trim ankles and, finally, off of her altogether.
As Cindy stood with her legs slightly spread, slowly stroking with the fingers of her right hand against the tufts of wispy brown pubic hair which covered her seething moist pink slit,. Doris jumped quickly to her feet and silently began removing her blouse.
Now it was Cindy's turn to become totally immersed in the captivating sight of a beautiful woman removing her clothes. The basic difference between the two of them, however, was the speed with which Doris climbed out of her blouse and skirt, jerking her hips and ass cheeks in violent spasms of impatience as she hurled her blouse and skirt to the floor.
Suddenly the adrenaline which had been rising to an ever swelling level within Doris slowed to the point where the magnitude of what was happening dawned on her. Suddenly she broke into a tense sweat as her legs became limp and she dropped downward on the bed, landing with a lurid plop as Cindy continued to lewdly stare at her.
Doris's exquisitely trim body never looked more alluring than at that moment as she lay atop the bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of plain white bikini panties and matching brassiere.
"You're so firm," Cindy sighed, moving ever closer to the bed and Doris.
"Thank you."
"How do you stay that firm, darling?"
"Lots of exercise," Doris laughed nervously. "I swim a lot and play plenty of tennis."
"Have you ever made it with a woman before, Mom?" Mike asked laughingly as he watched Cindy continue to drool as she took in every creamy crevice of his mother's firm skin.
"Have you?" Cindy asked, her eyes lighting up with lust.
"Once in college a girl friend of mine fooled around with me," she said defensively. "But I never placed any significance in it. I don't know about those things."
"You're gonna, darling, because I'm gonna teach you," Cindy beamed with enthusiasm.
The determined Cindy lunged forward with both hands, sliding her twisting form inside the bed with Doris as Mike watched the action from the edge of the bed.
Her resolute fingers pressed sharply against Doris' brassiere straps. At first Doris frowned and sought to make it appear that she was against what was happening, but it was only too obvious from her lack of fight that she was curiously wondering just what kind of attention the pursuing young dancer was going to supply.
Cindy's fingers eagerly pried loose the straps of Doris's brassiere as a loud popping sound signaled the freedom which was resulting as Cindy casually tossed the brassiere to the ground, reaching out and pressing her fondling fingers ardently against the smooth and silky folds of excited flesh.
"What a great set of tits," Cindy swooned. "I sure would like to suck on them."
"What's holding you back," Mike egged her on, his cock itching with throbbing desire as he watched the procession of hot action taking place on the bed between panting Cindy and his slightly wary but ultimately curious mother.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After Cindy had loosened up the tense Doris with some warm, invigorating finger movements directed solidly against her breasts, she decided that it was time to remove Doris' panties.
With crisp, determined desire, Cindy reached out and made a quick grab for Doris' panties. Doris breathlessly commenced to jerk her hips from side to side, her face reddening with accelerating lust as she grew more accustomed to the idea of a beautiful young woman making love to her.
Mike watched with great glee as he observed Cindy's sure fingers ever so steadily glide Doris' panties swiftly down her legs as her trim, firm white buttocks danced resplendently.
"It won't be long now," Cindy gasped excitedly to Doris. "I'll have your panties off, sweetheart, and then you'll be every bit as naked as me, ready for some red hot action."
As Cindy casually tossed Doris' panties aside, she reached down quickly with her right hand and ever so carefully let her cool, fingers steadily commence gliding against Doris' furry matted pussy hairs, which had already moistened considerably from the wild action that had taken place. Cindy was encouraged by the wetness, which reflected on the fact that Doris was getting exceptionally excited.
Cindy's steadily agitating fingers kept pressing against the smooth moist pussy hairs, after which she then let them begin gliding with earnest desire inside of the dewy dampness of Doris' pink slit.
Ever so searchingly, Cindy's pressing fingers ardently found the budding node of Doris' sensation-laden clitoris as her legs and ass cheeks flailed under the tempestuous action.
"You've been driving me wild," Doris moaned throatily, "I just don't believe it. Keep going, oh, ah, keep going, darling."
By then Mike was so carried away by the sizzling activity between Cindy and his mother that he could barely stand it. He removed his fingers from his stiff bloated penis, fearful that if he did not that he would have to quickly shoot.
Cindy calculated that her lover was ready to shoot her pussy juices from the stiff finger action that she steadily supplied against her lover's clitoris. So she carefully removed her fingers from Doris' moist slit. Her fingers pried Doris' smooth legs apart. As they lay nakedly splayed, trembling slightly from all of the developing excitement, Cindy whipped out her moist scarlet tongue, which eagerly anticipated prying loose a stream of pussy nectar from the moist, delicious jewel that rested between Doris' legs.
Taking one last deep breath. Cindy focused her eyes squarely on Doris's furry moist pubic vee, then pushed her tongue toward its intended target. As her warm, inviting tongue made its initial brisk contact against Doris' inflamed pussy, she reached out and sank her fingers against her legs.
The longer that her piston-like tongue sank into the burning, quivering depths of Doris' sweltering slit, the more all encompassing the fire became that dominated Doris' entire body as she heaved deep sighs and begged for more, recognizing how closely she was being drawn to the dramatic moment when the gushing stream of pussy liquid would spray from her intense organ.
A few piercing tongue thrusts later the juices had to be unleashed from Doris' inflamed pit, and as her sleek buttocks rocked several more times, she let out one last parting message.
"You've got me, honey, you're really got me," she gasped. "C'mon, oh, baby, you're bringing me off. What sucking, what glorious sucking, oh, my, yes, you've got me off."
Mike smiled happily, realizing that Cindy had brought his beautiful mother off with her persistent sucking as he watched the droplets of wet pussy juice spray incessantly from Doris' burning cunt and fill the inflamed mouth of the dedicated Cindy, who eagerly slurped up the droplets of pussy goo after bringing Doris off.
Now that Doris had been brought to the point of orgasm by Cindy, she looked into the sensuous brown-haired beauty's eyes. She was filled with a determination to enjoy Cindy to the fullest extent.
"Darling, let's do it again," Doris gasped.
Cindy nodded, then threw her stunning body on top of Doris', allowing her warm, receptive pussy to come to rest a few scant inches away from Doris' tongue as Mike's mother picked up the scintillating aroma of Cindy's womanliness.
"Let's sixty-nine," Cindy suggested breathlessly. "Just stick with me, honey, and exchange suck for suck."
"But I've never done anything like this," Doris replied.
"That's okay, you'll pick it up. Everything comes natural. I suck you while you suck me. You just wait a few strokes until you get the idea, then start sucking."
Doris' steaming legs trembled with brisk excitement as Cindy buried her head between her lusty, nakedly splayed legs. She zeroed in promptly on her moist, accommodating muff, sinking her tongue speedily inside the dewy soft crevices of cunt flesh, lapping unrestrainedly until she drove Doris once again toward the brink of an ecstatic orgasm.
Eventually Doris decided that she would like to try as well, and so she lashed out assertively with her brisk, flowing tongue, allowing it to drive with unabated passion as she moved it resplendently inside of Cindy's enticingly wet cunt.
What Doris lacked in finesse and experience she more than made up for in the form of lustful energy as she speared Cindy's wet gaping slit time and again with her driving tongue, which quickly brought Cindy toward an inevitable climax.
Mike watched the devastating activity on the bed with pulsating excitement as his brisk thundering cock throbbed with spirited desire. He knew that as soon as the torrid lovers had finished their vigorous sixty-nine that he would have to jump directly into the scene.
Sweat began to surface on the foreheads and faces of the two twisting, writhing females as their buttocks wiggled torridly and they moved ever nearer to an inevitable climax.
Their hot tongues kept whipping and slashing as they reached a mutual orgasm. They kept sinking their tongues hungrily into each other's hot love pit as the hot droplets of their searing liquid blazed from their oozing wet cunts and into each other's hungry mouths at the same moment in time.
As soon as the girls released their tongues from each other's devastated pussies, Mike reached down and quickly stroked his rock hard member as he prepared to jump immediately into the scene.
Cindy looked up at him, recognizing the lust-filled look in his widened eyes as he kept on eagerly stroking the firm base of his thick, excited shaft.
"Just stretch out on your back, Cindy," he commanded, "because I'm gonna fuck you."
"My boy really-likes to take charge," Doris winked at Cindy, sliding over to the edge of the bed as she prepared to watch the brisk action between her son and Cindy.
Mike watched as Cindy compliantly sprawled out on her back. As she lay there looking up at him, Mike guided his pressing fingers downward toward her thighs, grabbing firm hold of them. As his strong fingers tightly clasped against Cindy's thighs, he pushed his brisk tongue forward, letting it spiritedly assault Cindy's ass-hole with driving, probing desire. Her ass cheeks responded with quivering anxiety as they cannonaded back and forth under the steady, unyielding pattern of Mike's crisp tongue.
The roaring tongue activity continued undiminished for several moments, and when Mike withdrew it, Cindy called out to him ecstatically.
"Fuck my cunt, baby, I want you inside me," she shouted. "After that ass licking I've just got to have you, I've got to have your blistering cock slipping inside my cunt."
"I've got something else in mind," Mike grinned. "What, my dear?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Mike laughed.
He reached out with his right index finger, allowing it to uninhibitedly grind its way inside Cindy's ass-hole. He loved letting his finger go, and he permitted it to soar vigorously up between her twisting buns and deep inside her anal slit.
"You're sure jarring me," she gasped.
"I'm gonna be jarring you plenty more before you're through."
When Mike withdrew his sturdy finger from Cindy's tight, ever wiggling ass, he dipped the fingers of his right hand inside her still wet pussy, which had exploded in the midst of scorching activity with Mike's mother. He extracted a supply of pussy goo, rubbing some of it with prompt certainty inside her ass-hole and dipping the rest of it against the smooth rubbery base of his erect fiery prick, which cried out in need of an immediate orgasm.
"What's with all this mystery, Mike?" a confused Cindy asked. "Why are you rubbing my pussy juice inside my ass and against your cock?"
"Just lubricating you a little," Mike told her.
"Oh no," her face turned suddenly pale and her lips trembled. "Does that mean?"
"It means I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole," he nodded and declared firmly, staring directly into her eyes.
"Please, no, nobody's ever dared do that, you'll kill me," Cindy's body trembled as she sobbed.
"Nonsense, I'm gonna do it," Mike said.
He promptly threw her legs over his shoulders, tensing his body as he prepared to propel his hard, vicious cock forward inside of the tight confines of Cindy's thoroughly unwilling ass-hole.
Cindy began to sob unrestrainedly as tears gushed down both sides of her face while Mike drove his stinging prick with battering ram relentlessness as he slammed it deep inside her, blasting away until he devastated her puckered anal ring with his blast furnace assaults.
The sobbing continued as Cindy's entire body rocked with racking pain from the cutting, knife-like phallus thrust that Mike sent into the deepest recesses of her pained ass-hole.
"Please, stop, oh stop," she begged him tearfully.
But Mike was not about to be denied, and when the sobbing reached what he construed to be intolerable depths he reached out and stung Cindy with a brisk slap across the face, which rattled her to the point where her body trembled even more.
As he kept sinking his flailing prick into the pit of her scalding bowels, however, a sudden transformation started to occur within Cindy. Even though she felt excruciating pain from each and every crushing intrusion from Mike's fleshy cudgel, there was something exciting about the whole painful process as well, particularly the way that Mike's burning dagger-like cock was dominating her with piercing effectiveness as it kept burying itself with intense zeal into the savage depths of her tight ass-hole.
A few scorching thrusts later, the burning urges within Mike's bloated balls reached the culmination point as they spewed hungrily from the rounded knob of the end of his thick fleshy prick and exploded deep inside her ass-hole.
"Damned, what an ass, what a tight ass," Mike sighed, reaching out and slapping her twisting ass cheeks as the scalding liquid stream raced from the end of his hard agitated cock and into her ass-hole.
"Oh, it's too much, I've gotta juice too," Cindy moaned throatily, "here it is, oooohhhh, I'm juicing."
Her firm resolute buttocks wiggled erotically as the juices shot from Cindy's agitated pussy while the final few droplets of spewing sperm exploded from the enraged tip of Mike's fiery organ.
When Mike withdrew his cock from Cindy's ass-hole, he looked over at his mother and grinned proudly.
"Now Cindy's been broken in," he remarked. "You know, we make one very happy family."
"A very close family indeed," Doris nodded.
Mike didn't know just how long the arrangement would last, but he was tickled beyond belief to reign as king over two beautiful and submissive women.
