In this stirring first person account, Jerry Grant, 14 and exceedingly willing, relates what happens when he fixes his desires on older women.
Even though he is able to enjoy a great deal of success with young girls at school, Jerry is the type of guy who yearns for adventures with women of maturity.
His first stop along that path involves a sexy 25-year-old blonde who lives across the street. Even though dazzling Shirley Clark is married, her husband spends a lot of time away from home, making Shirley a lonely lass in the process.
When Jerry entices Shirley to have sex with him at his house, he thinks that he has it made. But then something totally unforeseen occurs. His mother walks in right in the middle of the act!
After Karen Grant spots her young son having sex with Shirley, she reacts angrily. Once the anger subsides, however, she begins having second thoughts.
Karen recognizes how boring and desolate her marriage has become, one strictly in name alone. All the while her thoughts constantly revert back to the stimulating sight of her son putting out with Shirley.
Eventually Karen overcomes her self-doubts and decides to let herself go. When she does so, young Jerry has a lot of experiences to write about in his dazzlingly graphic account of "Me And Mom".
-The Publisher
CHAPTER 1
It's funny how after you hear someone gossiping about somebody else, that person becomes all the more fascinating.
That's the way it was with me and Shirley Clark. She's a gorgeous little blonde with honey-colored hair and a cute wiggling ass that you wouldn't believe. She lives right across the street from us, and I remember the day that they had the PTA meeting over at our house.
I pretended like I was studying my lessons, which I hardly ever do, but I had my old ear zeroed in on all that they were saying. My mother really raked Shirley over the coals, talking about how terrible it was that a married woman like her was carrying on with other men. The other women knew about it, too.
"She's really a bad image for the neighborhood," my mother said.
"I should say she is, my dear," one of the women agreed. "With her type around here, the property values in this neighborhood will be dropping down to nothing. Who wants a bordello in a family neighborhood."
I thought about it and did remember seeing some guys come and go there. For one thing, Shirley was alone quite a bit of the time since her husband was a traveling salesman for a shirt company.
After that I got to thinking about Shirley. I mean, I got to thinking about her when I'd be lying in bed late at night. Next thing I knew I'd be jerking up and down on my old prick, getting it hard, then having to pump it until I juiced. About the time I'd get real close, I'd close my eyes and I'd see Shirley's twisting blonde butt before me.
But one afternoon I decided I was gonna stop thinking about her and do something about getting to know her. I'd talked to her a few times and she'd been real friendly, but I'd never really made any kind of an effort to score with her. This particular day my mother was away playing bridge with some lady friends of hers. I figured that the time was perfect to make some kind of move. Even my older sister was gone, studying at the library for an important examination that she was going to take at the end of the week.
So the coast was clear. I saw Shirley in the front yard doing some watering. Let me tell you something. My old prick stood out there pretty tall when I saw her wearing some dazzling white shorts and a pink blouse. I always knew she had a good-looking ass, but this time I had a good chance to focus on both her legs and her tits.
I liked the smoothness of her satiny skin, and as it dazzled radiantly against the sun, I longed to reach out and touch those smooth, creamy beautiful white legs.
When I'd gotten satisfied by looking at her legs, I looked up and focused my attention on her blouse.
"I'll be damned, she's not wearing a bra under it," I sighed.
I looked down at my old peter, which was standing out there proud and ready for action. As I kept on focusing my eyes in the direction of her beautiful breasts, I became all the hungrier for her.
I did a little thinking. Sure, I was used to getting a little ass, even though I haven't been fourteen for all that long. Since I'm pretty tall for my age and I'm developing very fast, I've had some chances, usually with chicks older than me. But by older I mean like fifteen or sixteen, maybe seventeen at best. This chick had to be twenty-five if she was a day, and you never saw a better built one of twenty-five anywhere.
I kept hoping that she wouldn't give me the cold shoulder. After all, I was just a young kid perhaps to her, and it would have done my ego no good at all to get put down by somebody I really wanted.
I decided I wouldn't get anywhere, however, unless I had the guts to get in there and actually pursue Shirley. So I got off my ass and walked out of the house, stepping across the street so I could talk to her. I figured that there was always one good approach to use. It was a pretty hot afternoon, and I could ask her if she was thirsty. That would be least give me. the chance to fix her something to drink.
"Hi, Shirley," I waved real friendly-like as I walked across the street.
"Oh, how are you, Jerry?" she said pleasantly, a big smile covering her face.
"I'm fine. My but you're ambitious for such a warm afternoon."
"Just doing a little watering. This grass will die if I don't put some water on it on days like this."
"Yeah, I guess you're right about that. How about you coming over and having a glass of iced tea with me? My mother's gone and I've gotten a little bored just sitting around studying. I'd like to have somebody to talk to."
"Hey, that sounds like a real good idea," she said, looking me up and down quickly. "Give me about ten or fifteen minutes to finish this up, then I'll be over."
"That's great," I smiled. "That'll give me just about time enough to fix the tea and have it ready for you. What do you take in it?"
"Just a little lemon, if you please"
"Sure, so I'll see you then," I said, turning around and walking away.
Now it was just a question of containing myself, which wasn't easy. I had to keep telling myself as well that just because she was going to come over and have a glass of tea with me didn't mean that I was going to fuck her. Not necessarily anyway. But I couldn't get it out of my mind the way that she looked at me after I asked her. I kept wondering if she was really as wild as my mother and those old biddies she was talking to thought. If she was, then just maybe we'd have ourselves one hell of a blast.
I made the tea, after which I heard a knock on the front door.
My sexy dream girl was there and I let her in.
"Yeah, come on in," I said. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'll bring the tea."
She sat down on the sofa. Once more I got a look at those beautiful creamy legs.
We drank the tea. I gulped mine down damned fast. I took a seat on the edge of the sofa, deliberately making certain that I left quite quite a bit of distance between us. Even though I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it, I didn't want to come on too strong too fast. If I did that I knew I ran the risk of losing my chance altogether.
I waited for her to finish the tea, then edged a little bit closer on the sofa. I looked into her eyes.
"You know, Shirley, you really do have beautiful blue eyes," I told her.
"You really think so?" she looked at me, eyeing me very carefully.
"Yeah, real nice."
"How about the rest of me? I suppose you like that, too."
"Oh, yes. I really like all of you. You're a very beautiful woman."
"That's what I thought," she laughed. "Let me just tell you one thing, honey. I'm not one of these gals who goes for a lot of bullshit. When
I want to fuck, I want to fuck. I think you brought me over here to fuck me. Isn't that right?"
She had me forced into a corner. I hesitated for a few moments, then decided that I might as well tell her the truth, since my subtle little routine hadn't worked at all.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right," she burst into laughter. "That's what's wrong with this whole fucking phony world today. Two people who want to fuck, but they're afraid to say so. I mean, they think that they're committing some kind of a sin or something. It's just terrible for them to admit that they want to satisfy a bodily urge. With me, baby, the urge is there a lot more often than it is with other people. Is that the way it is with you, too?"
"Yeah, you'd have to say that."
"That's just what I thought," she laughed.
I couldn't believe the way that Shirley came on. She edged her body over next to mine, reaching out with her left hand and swiftly unzipped my trousers.
"I can spot a hard-on from miles away," she laughed. "You had one on for me when you came out to talk to me. You wanted to fuck me real bad. You're a horny little pecker you are."
"I guess you've got me figured out pretty well."
"You're damned right I do," Shirley laughed. "I love good young cock."
"I just didn't want you to think that I was too young."
"Listen, sweetheart Any guy that can sprout a hard-on like that isn't too young. As far as I'm concerned, he's just right."
Shirley went to work with her experienced fingers. I could tell right off that she was damned used to fingering off guys.
Her first move was to take her right hand and begin to run it up and down the full length of my cock. As she moved it up and down the warm base, I felt good all over. She really had the movements down pat, and as her fingers manipulated up and down my cock with her right hand, she decided to put the left hand to work on my balls.
"How do you like those double sensations?" Shirley asked.
"I really dig them," I exclaimed, hardly able to hold my breath as I kept on puffing and gasping, my breath becoming shorter than ever.
"Sure you do. That's what I mean. The next time you want me, honey, just tell me you want to fuck. Don't come on with all that bullshit. It's important that we do this thing just right. I like a guy who levels."
Speaking of leveling, that's exactly what she was doing to me with her fingers. She kept up her brilliant symphony with her right hand, moving her fingers ever so smoothly and yet swiftly up and down the full length of my enormous stick. While she was fingering me with that hand, she let the fingers of the other hand move searchingly over my balls, allowing them to proceed with an even faster clip than before.
"I want your hot dick," she said, "and I'm gonna swallow it whole. I'm gonna suck on your pecker until you juice in my mouth."
As she kept on with her finger movements, Shirley dove down toward the rug. She got down on the rug in a kneeling position, with her head even with my cock.
Shirley abruptly removed her fingers from my penis, letting the fingers of both hands play eagerly with my balls.
While she kept on exciting me with her finger movements against my testicles, Shirley began to work her tongue against my cock. She started at the tip, but didn't maneuver her tongue there for very long. She was eager at the prospect of working her tongue up and down the full length of my stick, and as she put her tongue to work she propelled me that much closer to orgasm.
When it came to sucking on a long hard tool, this gal really had it. Her fingers supplied my balls with just the proper type of tingling sensations, and all the while her tongue was working magnificently, driving with steam roller-like effectiveness as she pumped it up and down my dick.
While I lay there on the sofa, my legs spread, I reached out and ran my trembling fingers through her honey-blonde hair. Her head kept bobbing up and down with increasing speed as she pushed me that much closer to climax, moving her tongue at a tremendous tempo.
"Keep sucking my dick," I sighed, "oh, you really know how to go to work on my hot pecker. You're right. The bullshitting doesn't do any good at all. I was getting so hot just thinking about you. Keep up that beautiful sucking, honey. Oh, work your fingers over my balls. That feels so good."
I let my fingers continue to run through her hair, and all the while she was pushing me that much closer to an effective and exhilarating climax.
Several hot thrusts later, I knew that I had to warn her just how close I was to the act of exploding.
"I'm getting there, darling, oh, I'm just about there," I said. "Keep up the sucking, baby. Oh, drive your tongue as fast as you can. I like it. Oh, keep it up. Just a few more strokes, dear. Ah, bring me off, baby, you can do it. Yes, oh, bring me off."
I let my fingers clutch sharply at her hair. I was forcing her down over my cock, making her play the game my way.
While she kept on tantalizingly tingling my balls, the first few droplets of hot white cum began to ease out of the tip of my prick.
If you don't think my balls were itching like hell at that point, you've got another thought coming. I was feeling the itch all over my body, as a matter-of-fact, and after I unloaded those first few drops, I knew that I had one hell of a load stored up and she was really gonna get it.
"Get set, oh, there it goes," I said.
Shirley braced herself, and went after the steaming white jissum as it thickly spilled into her waiting mouth.
"Gobble the stuff up," I encouraged. "Oh, honey, go after every drop of it. Eat it. Oh, you've just got to eat it. This is so good. Oh, are you ever moving your tongue around there, baby, what a suck you are. Oh, there I go."
I kept on spurting my hot intense load until the last few drops were released from me. At that point my lover removed her tongue from my cock.
"I guess I did a pretty good job on you," Shirley laughed as she licked her lips.
"Baby, when you get your tongue moving, there's no stopping you," I replied, reaching out and patting her on top of the head.
CHAPTER 2
Shirley looked at me for several seconds.
"Now that I did a beautiful job satisfying you, little Shirley needs some satisfaction," she told me.
"Just what kind of satisfaction do you need?"
"Just like your cock gets hot, so does my pussy. It's just burning right now, sweetheart. Burning with desire. I want you to suck it."
Once again Shirley hadn't minced words. The longer the period of time I spent around her, the better I liked her. It was refreshing not to have to play any phony cock-teasing games like I had to with so many of the girls at school if I wanted to score. With this chick she came on strong, letting you know unmistakably where she stood and what she wanted.
Shirley got up from the rug. I watched her as she unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off. I focused on her huge ivory breasts and her stunning pink nipples, which danced out toward me with great anxiety.
"You're all right, not even wearing a bra underneath your blouse," I laughed.
"Why should I? Clothes can be so restricting. I want to give a guy a look at what I've got. Hell, they're beautiful breasts aren't they? They stand so straight and tall. I don't see why I shouldn't be proud of them."
"You're absolutely right," I laughed.
"And I'll tell you something else. I'm not wearing anything under my shorts. How would you like to see my nice naked cunt? You just look at it a little bit, honey, and you're gonna want to eat it."
"I'm getting hungrier every second just thinking about it."
"That's good. I want you to remain hungry. How are you in the tongue department? Are you pretty good at going down on chicks?"
"I guess I'll have to let you be the judge," I laughed. "I've done a little muff diving in my day."
"How about that You're still in your early teens, but you've got plenty of experience I really dig that. You're a comer, honey. All you need is somebody like me to show you the ropes."
I watched with mounting exhilaration as Shirley reached down and let her fingers tug at her shorts. She pulled them down her smooth trim hips, and soon I got my first look at her pussy. I observed the dazzling blonde hairs, and the pink inviting gash that rested beneath them.
"Take them off, baby, all the way off," I said. "I really need you now."
Shirley stepped out of her panties, then lowered her naked body downward toward the rug. She spread her legs, then reached down with her right hand and began to maneuver her fingers over her snatch.
"Do you dig this action?" she asked, smiling as she played with her mound. "I want to get my pussy just a little bit moist, baby. That'll make it all the more delicious for you."
"I like your unselfish attitude."
"Come on down here where the action is, honey. I want you to watch my snatch real close."
I lowered my body down toward the rug. I observed her snatch ever so searchingly, getting turned on all the more as she flipped her hips back and forth.
"Do you think that my ass cheeks are kind of sexy?" she asked.
"You've got sex appeal from the top of your head right down to your toe," I said. "Damned but you've got a body. I love your ass. I loved your ass right from the very beginning."
"A lot of men have loved my ass, and have made love to my ass," she told me.
Suddenly Shirley removed her fingers from her pussy. She looked at me and smiled happily-
"I'll tell you what I want, honey. The first thing I want you to do is to start licking my butt Just lick my ass cheeks, work me into a frenzy doing that then suck out my ass-hole. After you do that you're gonna have my pussy just about ready to explode. That'll be the time that you can put your tongue to work on it."
"You've really got the whole thing figured out" I laughed.
"I sure do. Get to work, baby. Go on and lick my buttocks. Take turns, really move your tongue around. You do that and I'll really move my tail for you."
"Yes, I guess we're gonna do some flying all our own."
"That's right," she laughed, nodding briskly. "I move my tail for you and we do a little flying."
She lay there pensively, awaiting my first few tongue stabs. I sure as hell wasn't going to keep Shirley waiting long. I moved my tongue into high gear, letting it slip back and forth over her left ass cheek.
"There you go," she exclaimed, "you're doing a good job with your tongue, honey. Keep it going. Flip that tongue around all over my ass cheek. Just watch the old saliva spread. When you do that you'll know you're doing a good job. Slip your tongue against me, lover. Ah, that's good. I'll keep giving you instructions jut as long as I think you need them."
I worked my tongue over her left ass cheek for quite a few minutes. I then switched it over to the right, repeating the same kind of beautiful movements while she flipped her body back and forth in appreciative reaction to them.
"You're really going to work on my buttocks," Shirley laughed. "I love that, honey. You're really working your tongue. Ah, that's good. You're really sliding it. Slide it even faster. Work it sharply, baby. Oh, I really love the way you're working it. Go ahead, honey, slide your tongue. Ah, that's what I call good action."
I kept on sturdily manipulating my tongue over her right ass cheek, getting hungrier every second for the opportunity to suck out her ass-hole.
"All right, cut loose, honey, suck out my ass-hole," she finally gave me the go-ahead. "I really want to feel your tongue inside it. You're gonna really give me some action there, doll. Come on and work your tongue."
I slipped my tongue penetratingly inside her anus. When I did that her beautiful legs kicked back and forth. She enjoyed those brisk movements that I was putting forth with my tongue. I really drove it speedily, wanting to give her every bit of sensation that I could supply for her lovely body.
"You're doing a beautiful job of sucking ass," she said. "Just one thing though, honey. You work your tongue a little faster. Come on, shove it in me all the way. Oh, attack my ass-hole. You said you thought, I had a beautiful butt. Well, I do. Take advantage of that hot butt by sliding your tongue inside my ass-hole. Drive your tongue fast, baby. Ah, I really want you to do it, sweetheart. Yes, darling, go ahead, baby, suck me, baby. Oh, you're really sucking. Drive your tongue. Oh, push it into me, shove it in my ass-hole. Do it as sharply as you can."
I kept up my stirring pace, driving my tongue for all it was worth inside her beautiful ass-hole.
Shirley took it for just as long as she could, after which she decided it was time for us to do something else.
"You can stop now," she said. "My pussy is so excited that it needs the action."
"What do you want me to do."
"I want you to work your right hand around my mound. I want you to keep that up for a little bit, then suck me. Go ahead, baby. Just warm me up a little more. Just play with my pussy."
The fingers of my right hand went to work immediately. I let them slide searchingly over her mound. It was good to feel her already moist gash and as I touched it I really got turned on.
"You're doing a good job," she said. "Oh, you're doing a convincing job. Just keep it up a few more strokes, baby. That's all I ask. You do that for me, lover, and I'll be all set for you to suck. I'm gonna be all yours, darling. Just give me a chance."
My fingers worked into a feverish pace. I kept on letting them manipulate ever so quickly against her mound. She finally decided that we had arrived at the point that we were both waiting for.
"I'm all set, go to work with your tongue," she said. "Ah, am I excited. Just start slipping your tongue into my slit, baby. Let's really let things develop. Oh, honey, work your tongue inside my mound. Slide it fast, honey. Ah, work it nice and sharp, baby. Drive it, sweetheart."
Her active encouragement spurred me on all the more as I began putting my tongue to work inside her slit. I started out slowly, exploring a little, then began to work just as quickly as I could.
Back and forth I effectively and zealously lashed my tongue against her wet, gooey pussy. I was determined to pry every drop of pussy juice loose from her snatch.
"Keep that going, your pace is beautiful," Shirley said. "You really know how to go down on a girl. You were right. Ah, for a guy your age you really have plenty of experience, honey. I'm proud of what you're doing for me. You can take pride in your sucking. Just keep manipulating your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, you really know where it's at. You really know how to please me, keep it going, honey. Oh, what a tongue you've got."
While my tongue was constantly exploring her pussy, I wanted to satisfy her butt as well. I liked the way that her dazzling, sexy ass cheeks were flipping back and forth, so I reached out and clenched my fingers around them. I hung on for dear life, clutching sharply while I kept up my sucking.
"That shows good imagination," Shirley nodded. "I really like the way that your is clutching at my ass cheeks. I want you to finger fuck my ass-hole, though, honey. That's really what I want. Go ahead, my dear. Finger fuck me. Ah, that's really all I need in order for me to juice. Stick your finger up my ass-hole. Go to work on my ass-hole, sweetheart. That's the only extra action I'll need."
I reached out with my trembling right index finger and let it enter inside her ass-hole. When I made my first darting stab, I thought that her body was gonna lift itself twenty feet off the ground.
She began kicking and gasping, and all the while she let her hips flare back and forth, shoving her cunt up ever so higher, making herself that much inviting a target as I whipped into the closing stages of the act.
"Now you're really giving me the right routine, that's what I was hoping for," Shirley gasped. "Just keep up the sucking, baby. Keep finger fucking me. Ah, keep sticking your finger up my ass-hole. Ah, baby, yes, you're really generating the excitement within me. Suck me, darling. Ah, can your tongue ever do it. Yes, baby,, ah, work your tongue around there, sweetheart. Ah, you got me there. Oh, I'm juicing, I'm juicing, baby. I'm really gushing. The stuff is shooting out of my pussy. Go ahead and eat every drop. Eat me, baby. Oh, eat me."
While my finger kept stabbing sharply high up her ass-hole, my tongue was going to work with determined resolution. I was destined to suck her to climax, and now she had arrived, shooting her precious juices into my mouth, "Keep eating me," she exclaimed, "go ahead, oh, swallow my stuff. Eat me, baby. Go ahead, oh, go after it. Every drop. Drain me dry, baby."
I stuck with her load, determined to extract every drop of it from her pussy.
"Eat the hot goo," she gasped, "go after my stuff, baby. Oh, finger fuck me one more time. That's it, oh, darling, it feels so good when you stick your finger up my ass-hole. My buns are so hot. Oh, my cunt's hot. That's why I can explode like that. It's great, oh, it's damned great. I love it, honey. Oh, go ahead."
I stuck with it until I had succeeded in draining the last drop from her pussy.
When I removed my tongue from her mound, I observed once more the hard-on that I was wearing.
"You're a pretty hot young stud," Shirley laughed.
Apparently she noticed my hard-on immediately as well. She reached out and began tugging on it.
CHAPTER 3
The longer that Shirley put her fingers to work familiarly on my cock, the harder that it became.
"I'm pumping some new life into your prick," she laughed.
"I've got news for you honey. Most of that new life came from sucking your pussy."
"I know. That did get you turned on in a big way, but this is doing it, too. I want your dick one more time. I want to suck you once more before I leave. This is great My husband's out of town for several days. I'm glad that I've got a neighbor boy like you that I can play little games with. Perhaps we can get together again."
"I sure hope so," I said.
While Shirley kept on maneuvering her fingers up and down my cock, I closed my eyes and got set for some thorough sucking. I wanted to be completely ready for her when she put her tongue to work.
"What the hell is going on here?" I heard an embittered, surprised voice cut through the air.
I shuddered at the prospect of facing the person to whom the voice belonged. I was just damned sure that it was my mother, and as I opened my eyes and observed her standing there, looking so self-righteous, her face red, her hands on her hips, I practically flipped.
She couldn't have moved in at a much more damaging moment Well, I guess she could have seen me going down on Shirley, or Shirley actually sucking me. But she sure as hell wasn't so naive that she didn't know what Shirley's next step would be, what with her kneeling there with her fingers perched on my dick.
Shirley dropped my cock like it was a hot potato, turning her head away, not wanting to face my mother.
"This is a disgrace," mom grumbled, her voice shrill and loud. "Get out of here, young lady, and never come back. The idea of you. What a cheap exhibition. How long has this been going on?"
"Honest, Karen, I never balled your son until today," Shirley said. "We just got carried away. You know, it was so warm and all."
"This is incredibly disgusting," she growled. "Get your clothes on. Get out of here. I never want to speak to you again."
At that point mother turned on her heels and walked toward the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She didn't even want to be in the same room with Shirley as she dressed.
I stuck my cock back inside my trousers. It was amazing how fast it wilted, what with the shock of mom's discovery and all.
"I'm so sorry, honey," Shirley said as she quickly put on her clothes. "I had no idea she'd be coming home."
"I didn't either, or else I wouldn't have had you over. I'm the one that should apologize. I'm really sorry, Shirley."
"I guess this ruins a good thing."
"Maybe not."
"Oh, yes," Shirley nodded as she slipped on her shorts. "It has to end now. Your mother will be watching you very closely, and she would never stand for me having sex with you again. She would try and prosecute me for procuring a juvenile delinquent, or something like that."
"Isn't it soliciting?"
"You are a bright young man. Something like that. But we couldn't ever chance it again. I'm sorry."
I felt like about two inches tall as Shirley slipped on her blouse, then got ready to leave. Before she did so, she reached out and kissed me on the fire head.
"You're quite a man," she said. "You're gonna be charming a lot of girls in your time, baby. Take it easy now."
As I saw that cute little ass wiggle as Shirley walked toward the door, I felt damned awful. That was it. Our relationship was over. After it had had no more than an opportunity to get started.
As the door closed, I knew that mom would have plenty more to say to me. I wasn't looking forward to it, believe me.
"Come into my room," her voice boomed loudly as she opened the door just a crack. She had heard Shirley leave. That was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
I walked into the bedroom. My legs felt like lead underneath me. I didn't feel like talking to anybody right then, but most particularly I didn't feel like talking to my mother.
"You disgraced me," mom said tearfully. "It's awful what you just did. Do you realize what a reputation that young woman has around this neighborhood?"
"I think she's pretty cute," I said.
"What she looks like means nothing," mom erupted. "It's terrible. You, a young boy, just into your teens, having sex with a grown woman. It's absolutely disgraceful. Is that how I raised you?"
"No," I gulped.
"Is that how your father raised you."
"No."
"Tell me something. What would have happened if I hadn't come home early? You would have finished, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, we would have had sex."
"If it hadn't been for Mrs. Lane having to go home early and our bridge game having to break up at that point, I wouldn't have caught you. You could have gone on for months carrying on with that woman. Maybe years. I want you to give me a full account of everything that happened. Just what all did you do with that girl?"
"Do I have to talk about it?"
"Yes, you owe me at least that much," she snapped. "I want the truth, all of it. What did you do with her? "
"First of all I asked her in for a glass of iced tea. After that, nature just kind of took its own course."
"Don't give me an answer like that," mom exploded. "You have a free will, just like anybody else. So does she. Don't try and tell me that something forced you to have sex with her. Nothing of the kind. You two wanted to have sex and that was all there was to it. What did you do?"
"She blew me and I sucked her mound."
"That was it?"
"Oh, no, I sucked her ass-hole, too."
"Incredibly disgusting," she shook her head. "You two, carrying on like that in broad daylight. Right in the living room. like two degenerates. Oh, I can't stand to listen to much more of this. So you even performed analingus on her?"
"I what?"
"As you put it, you sucked her ass-hole."
"Sure, she had a sweet ass."
At that point mom completely lost her cool. She jumped up from the bed, darting over toward me and slapping me across the face.
"I don't want any more smart answers," she said.
"I'm just saying that I enjoyed that. I really enjoyed all of it. I didn't see what was so wrong with it."
Once more I got another solid slap across the face from mom.
"I can see that there's just no room for communication between us," she said. "What a disgusting thing you've done. Having sex with that grown woman. I don't want to talk to you at all. I don't want to see you for the next few days. Please just stay out of my way, Jerry. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, mom," I said.
I got up sadly from the chair, then walked into my room. I tried to do a little homework, but couldn't bring myself to do anything. My mind kept on shifting back to my lover Shirley. I was so sorry that I couldn't have had more sex with her. It would have been so beautiful.
Two nights later, as I lay in bed, unable to sleep, there was a knock on my door.
"Yes, who is it?" I asked.
I was a little fearful to say anything, since I knew that my mother was the only person in the house. My old man was out tying one on at a bar, as was becoming his custom more and more these days, and my cute sister was out on another date.
"I want to talk to you," mom said, opening the door and walking inside the room.
She had on a white robe, and she looked damned sexy, even though she had a sad-eyed expression on her face.
Mom was thirty-eight years old, but she had a body that could stack up with anybody of twenty or twenty-five, including Shirley.
I admired mom's bright red hair and could see her curves through the outline of the robe.
She sat on the edge of the bed.
"You know, every woman needs some love," she said. "Maybe I was a little harsh in coming down on you as hard as I did the other day. Just maybe I was too hard on Shirley, too. But I really don't think that for your sake you ought to be carrying on with her. It just isn't good. It could damage your reputation, son. That's what I was concerned about. You're so very young."
"I see your point, mom. You are interested in my welfare. That's all there was to it. There are no hard feelings on my part."
"I'm so very glad to hear you say that," she smiled. It made me feel much better to see her smiling now. The sadness was beginning to leave her face.
"You know, I haven't been getting much in the way of attention from your father for a long time. He's been more interested in drinking than anything else."
"I can see that."
"I guess you're also aware of the fact that if a guy drinks all that much, he's not very good in bed. He just can't get his cock up."
"Yes, I know that."
"I hope you don't mind me talking to you that frank."
"I don't mind it at all. I'm your son. I want to do anything that will help you."
At that point mom reached out and ran her fingers over my forehead. The longer I looked into her bright brown eyes, the sexier she looked. I observed her thick ruby-red lips and wondered what it would be like to pucker up my lips and let them crash against hers.
It was strange all these weird feelings I had going through me. But as she just sat there in that robe, looking so sexy and vulnerable, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to engage in sex with her.
"This might seem strange to you, darling, but you're a very appealing young guy," mom said. "You look and act far more mature than most youngsters your age. As a matter-of-fact, if that weren't true I don't think that your dear friend Shirley would have been all that interested. I can see it from her standpoint, too. I guess she just has these strong urges and she needs to satisfy them any way that she can."
"Yeah, that's about the only way to look at it," I nodded.
"I'll just say one thing, baby. I think she picked a very good-looking young man when she picked you."
At that point mom's eyes froze on mine. She leaned her head forward and delivered a solid, searching kiss which caught me right on the lips.
While I remained fervently puckered, she let her lips clash ever so devastatingly against mine.
Just seconds earlier I wondered what it would be like to be kissed by mom. Now I was finding out. Bells were ringing in my head from all of the excitement that she generated as our lips pressed fervently together.
She kept on kissing me for the next few moments, till she finally released her lips from mine.
"I want in your mouth," she said. "I want to French with you."
There I was, still lying there underneath the sheets, getting turned on more and more every second as mom slipped her tongue forward, permitting it to enter inside my mouth.
She stroked my hair with great excitement and determination, letting her tongue sweep passionately against mine.
While the tempo continued to develop between us, she let her tongue clash with mine time and again. The longer she kept up those forceful tongue stabs, the better that we both enjoyed it. She was really splashing her tongue now, getting me so hot that I knew I'd have to get my cock off somehow. It was just a question of how far mom would go. I was convinced that with her tonguing me in the manner that she was at that moment, she would just have to go all the way.
Mom turned her tongue loose from mine, and looked at me with passionate zeal.
"You're just wearing your shorts, right?" she asked.
"That's it."
"And I've just got on a robe. Pardon me, dear."
Mom got up from the edge of the bed. She reached out and undid the sash of her robe, then pulled it off of her.
She had nothing on beneath the robe aside from her panties and bra. I couldn't help but admire the smooth and supple hardness of mom's body. She had the same kind of satiny skin that Shirley possessed.
"You sure have taken good care of yourself," I told her.
"I'm proud of my body, baby. I've been desired by a lot of men in my life."
"I'll just bet you have," I chuckled.
She reached out and, with a stroke of great impatience, unstrapped her bra, letting it fall freely to the floor.
I got my first chance to examine her beautiful naked breasts at that point. They looked superb, standing out there so tall, so graceful, so beautiful.
She wasn't wasting any time. No sooner did she remove her bra than she decided it was time to do the same thing with her panties. So she slipped them down her legs, stepping out of them ever so eagerly, desiring to please me in every way that she knew how.
"I've got a pretty cute pussy, isn't that right?" she looked at me and smiled.
"It's a delicious-looking mound," I said. "Just the kind a guy dreams of sucking."
"Is it as nice as your friend Shirley's pussy?"
"Oh, yeah, every bit as nice. But we don't have to be thinking of Shirley. Let's just think about us. Isn't that what's important?"
"You're very right. Right now I think that means everything. We want to make each other happy."
I observed her rust-colored pubic hairs, then reached out with my right hand and allowed my fingers to toy with her hair.
"Touch my pussy hair," she laughed. "That's the kind of attention I like. Oh, that's what your father used to do for me. Back in the days when he was still interested in sex. Before he developed this terrible craving for the bottle. Keep moving your fingers over my snatch hairs, baby. Ah, you're tickling them."
I threw off the covers, my heart palpitating vigorously as I let my fingers fly over her cunt hairs.
"Start slipping your fingers into my mound now," she said.
I let my fingers dart against her snatch. All it took were a few strokes and she started getting carried away. Her whole body twisted. I could see that she actually needed it a whole lot more than Shirley had.
"Play with my snatch," she called out excitedly. "Ah, this is so wonderful, dear. You know just the kind of movements that are going to make me happy."
CHAPTER 4
While I kept on eagerly maneuvering my fingers ever deeper inside my mother's snatch, she became fascinated with my cock.
She reached out and, with both hands, pulled my shorts down my legs. She kept on pulling until she had tugged the shorts off of me altogether. Then she was all set to go to work with her fingers on my cock.
She reached out and, with both hands, pulled my shorts down my legs. She kept on pulling until she had tugged the shorts off of me altogether. Then she was all set to go to work with her fingers on my cock.
"Let's match each other," she suggested. "You supply me with a stroke, and I'll do the same for you."
"That's a very good idea. I'm already going to work on your pussy, and doing quite well, thank you."
"You really are. Ah, I'm gonna work my fingers over your dick. How do you like that?"
At that very moment she began to pump vigorously up and down on my cock. Immediately I could feel the hot, titillating sensations that were circulating throughout my pecker and into my balls.
"You're burning me up in there," I sighed. "Keep up the passionate finger work, baby. Ah, I love that."
Mom was like a house on fire. I could hardly believe it. In the past she had acted so puritanical when it came to anything relating to sex as involved with me. I remember one time when she even caught me looking at a Playboy magazine. She didn't like me going gaga over the girl who was the center spread for that month. But now there she was, her fingers working resourcefully up and down on my dick while I in turn turned on the coal as I played with her pussy.
"Let's go to work even faster," she cried out hungrily. "You don't know how starved I am for sex, baby."
"I've got a pretty good idea. I mean, Shirley was hot, but you're double or triple hot."
"Ah, you'd better believe it, honey. Work your fingers even deeper. Explore my snatch. Work over every crevice. Ah, I really like it. I'm gonna twist my cute little butt for your. I'll bet you like that. Just like you liked it when Shirley was twisting hers.
"I love your ass," I exclaimed bluntly. "You're really twisting it, honey. Yes, I like the way your butt is moving."
We kept up our brilliant stroke movements, letting our fingers go to work, pushing each other to an ever greater height of sexual ecstasy.
"I've got to suck you," mom finally exclaimed.
At that point she turned her fingers loose temporarily from my cock. She slid her body up on top of mine, letting it come to rest with her butt planted squarely over my head.
"That ought to give you an enticing target," she giggled. "Look at my pussy, honey. Shall I twist my butt like this for you?"
"That looks great," I said. "Yes, this is all the target I need."
"Keep playing with my snatch. I'll keep going to work on your cock."
Mom worked her fingers up and down the full length of my pecker. She kept on working them busily, then suddenly removed her fingers from my cock and let them go to work on my balls.
My testicles were expanding rapidly as a result of all the various sexual pressures that had been generating inside them. So when she t supplied the finger friction, that was all that I needed to insure myself of some tremendous sensations.
"Oh, the way you're working my balls, your fingers are too much," I said. "Oh, honey, those fingers are like magic. They're really working over my balls. I love what you're doing for me. Ah, keep up those tickling sensations. That's so good, lover. Oh, so damned good. You're great at it"
All the while my fingers kept on probing her pussy that much more intimately. I could feel some juice surfacing there as a result of my finger stabs. She was getting hotter every minute, and now it would be just a question of how much longer we could continue giving each other action like that before we would just have to put our tongues to work.
"I want to start tonguing you," I finally said.
"I'll tell you what," she said. "You keep playing with my pussy. I want you to play with my snatch and suck my ass-hole at the same time."
"I wish that you could give me the same kind of movements."
"Turnabout is fair play, especially in this game," mom laughed excitedly. "I'll tell you what I'll do. While I'm planting my fingers against your balls, I'll start sucking your ass-hole. That way we'll both be getting all kinds of wild and wonderful sensations. When we do start sucking each other's organ we're really gonna go into orbit."
"I've got news for you. I'm there right now."
"Let's keep working, honey. Keep those movements going. We can't waste a motion. This is bigger then both of us. We're really getting there."
Mom planted her tongue high inside my ass-hole. She wasn't wasting any time. Back and forth she let the tongue spin. She flipped it back and forth in such a way that my entire anus was receiving the benefit from each jolting stab that she put forward.
While mom's tongue convincingly went to work inside my ass-hole, she played with my balls. They expanded even larger as a result of the hot ass licking she was giving me. While her tongue was setting a blinding pace in my anus, she kept up her pace on my balls, working at a scorching level, driving me practically to the brink of climax. Now it became a question of just how much longer I could withstand this kind of excitement.
I knew that it was up to me to keep things going on my front as well, so I slipped my tongue inside her ass-hole. I let it dart and stab, copying her movements, flipping it back and forth, seeing to it that she received all the sensations I could possibly supply as I kept on playing with her snatch.
I really loved the way that mom would maneuver her hips. She was caught in a blazing sea of excitement, such as I was, and as we kept up the spirited sucking, we both recognized that it wouldn't be long before we would have to start switching the tongue movements from ass-hole to organ.
We spun our tongues eagerly for a few more moments. I could see from the way that mom's body was trembling that she just had to get into another phase of the action.
Abruptly I removed my tongue from her ass-hole and my fingers from her cunt.
"Maybe we'd better switch to the other side, mom," I suggested.
Mom lifted her tongue from my ass-hole.
"I think you've got a good point," she laughed. "I'll tell you what, baby. Before we do that, though, let's do a little finger fucking. I'd love to stick my finger up your ass-hole and have you do the same for me."
"You do have a cute butt, mom."
"Of course I do. I could see that you were intrigued by Shirley's cute butt, and if you liked it, I didn't see any reason why you wouldn't like mine."
"Then I'll get the ball rolling," I said.
I immediately turned mom on when I reached out with my right middle finger and began to probe inside her ass-hole. I worked slowly, wanting to give things a chance to build at a gradual level.
"I like that," she said. "You're really working your finger on my butt. But I want you to start really plunging it, honey. You're gonna really have to let your finger go."
"Don't worry. I will. I just like to work at a gradual manner."
"Yes, I go that same route."
She reached out with her left index finger and began to go work inside my anus. She probed slowly for a few moments, then began to move her finger around swiftly. With devastating impact she cut loose, grinding her finger high into my ass-hole, plunging it into my rectum.
"Ah, you're really giving me the movement," I said. "Mom, oh, your finger's on fire."
"And so is your ass-hole."
"I think that speaks pretty well for both of us."
"I suppose that it does."
While our fingers kept on exploring excitedly, we moved each other that much closer to climax. I kept envisioning how beautiful it would be to turn my tongue loose in mom's box. I felt that once I began to work my tongue inside her mound I would in turn get the kind of cock suck that would drive me wild.
All the while I kept concentrating on the ass licking, driving my tongue uncontrollably, letting it shove ever higher inside her anus.
It was mom who finally called a halt to things, removing her tongue from my anus.
"I think that ought to do it for a while," she said. "From here on out, we'd better go to work with our tongues inside each other's organ.
"I know my cock sure needs some action and it needs it right now," I said.
"It's only natural that it would," she chuckled. "You know, dear, at first I thought that this was tragically wrong, having sex with my own son. But I kept lying there in bed. You'll never know just how overwhelmed I was with excitement. I just couldn't contain myself. I kept asking myself what was worse, suffering and not-doing it, or actually going into your room and seducing you."
"I'm glad you did what you did."
"So am I. Of course, I don't know how I'm going to feel later about it."
"I think you're going to feel all right."
"You don't think that it'll bother me?"
"I don't see why it should."
"Maybe my thinking has been nineteenth century," mom laughed. "You know, even though I reacted badly, that incident with Shirley woke me up. I began to wonder about the charges I had made when I was talking to you that night. You had played it so cool, telling me that there was really nothing wrong in that kind of fucking. You felt that if you and Shirley wanted to turn on wih each other, that there was nothing wrong with it. Here I join in with all these biddies and busybodies who had said that Shirley was such a terrible person. I don't think she is."
"She isn't, she's a damned fine person. But I don't think we need to talk about her now. Not when we've got all these kicks that we can share."
"Yes, of course, you're right about that. But still, when I think about what I said. It still marked a turning point."
"That's good."
"In fact, baby, if I hadn't spotted you having sex with Shirley, I probably never would have seduced you. You know, that cock of yours looked so good. I remember thinking how bad I'd like to suck it. I completely dismissed the thought and tried to tell myself that some evil force had put it in my head, but I'm sure that wasn't true. I wanted to suck your prick and it was nothing but my own normal reaction."
"That's all it was," I assured her. "Listen, honey, I think that the worse thing in the world is when two people really want to make it together and then chicken out. That leaves them both feeling pretty damned miserable."
"I think you're right. It's funny, but sometimes a parent has to go to her son or daughter in order to get some enlightenment. I guess that's what I needed, a chance to tune in with the younger generation. You're sure a whole lot sexier than your father."
"He's soused so much of the time," I pointed out.
"That's exactly what I mean. How can a guy be sexy when he's just lying around drunk? About all he wants to do is sit around and drink and maybe watch a sporting event. He always wants to watch somebody else because he really isn't in the mood to participate. He's not able to do it. That poses terrible problems. But, you know, we shouldn't do any more talking. About that or anything else."
"I know, not when we're both this horny," I said, pointing toward my huge penis. "You know, your tongue is so close to my dick. I do hope when you suck me that you keep on providing my balls with plenty of contact, too."
"I certainly will. I wouldn't think of letting you down on that score."
"Very good. Let's get into it"
CHAPTER 5
"Let's sixty-nine," mom finally exclaimed.
I could see the fire in her eyes and it was the kind of sexual fire that I wanted to play around with. As a matter-of-fact, I wanted to fight her fire with the fire of my own and get my tongue to work inside her pussy.
"Are you ready to take on my long cock?"
"I sure am, just as long as you're ready to go to work on my pussy."
"That sounds like a beautiful exchange."
"Then I suggest we get to work at it right now."
"As a matter-of-fact, your snatch looks downright delicious," I told her.
"You're really adjusted beautifully, honey. You're helping little old mom get her kicks."
"If I couldn't adjust to somebody gorgeous like you, then there'd be something wrong with me. Even if you are my mother."
"Then let's get our tongues working."
"Mine's all warmed up and ready to stab."
"So is mine," she smiled.
I liked the angle I had on her, what with her gorgeous ass dangling just above my head. I was all ready to start putting my tongue to work against her pussy.
I began to slip it back and forth in her slit, and as I maneuvered it, she began to slide her tongue up and down my cock. She worked it over the tip, tickling it a few times, then slipped it down the full base of my prick.
Pretty soon my prick was absolutely steaming with excitement, and as she bobbed her head up and down, sliding her tongue repeatedly over it, I went to work with my tongue that much more convincingly on her mound.
With great exhilaration I kept up my sturdy movements, driving my tongue, moving her that much closer to climax. I wanted to see to it that I got to taste her very soon, since I was on the edge of excitement with every tongue thrust.
While I was getting my cock sucked through her sturdy up and down movements, she in turn was also working her fingers over my testicles. They bulged with great eagerness as she kept up her exciting movements, driving me that much closer to the climax that I sought.
My tongue slid briskly over her mound, darting speedily, pushing her that much closer as well. I figured that there was a good chance that the two of us could shoot off our juices at the very same point in time.
Bearing that objective in mind, I kept on drilling with my tongue, sliding it ever deeper inside her warm, inviting, moist pussy. While I kept up my drilling, I had a good view of her ass as her buttocks and hips kept twisting in front of me.
While I was forcefully sucking on her mound, I reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks. I clutched her butt, ever so excitedly, clinging to it as the sucking continued.
The brisk pace was accelerating on my part. Every time that I touched her butt and slid my tongue over her mound I put that much more in the way of emphasis into my actions. She in turn did the same thing to me in the form of her sturdy cock stabs, which were driving me out of my mind with passionate ecstasy.
Pretty soon my body instinctively began to flare up and down, moving forward every time that her tongue would sink down the long base of my hard cock.
As for mom, her hips and ass cheeks would flip back and forth that much more quickly every time that I sped up my tongue pace over her pussy.
Finally I could see that her movements were getting so fast that she just couldn't hold on to her load. I knew that momentarily she would be juicing inside my mouth, and I was looking forward to supplying my hot cock spray inside her mouth.
She juiced first, her pussy load gushing into my mouth.
While my tongue slapped back and forth eagerly attacking her hot load, I felt the itchiness in my balls, knowing that the bulging balls were going to be detonating very shortly.
Mom was helping me along as best she could, continuing to run her sturdy fingers over my ball sacs, pushing me that much closer to blast-off time.
A few moments after I finished licking the final droplets of hot dessert from mom's love pit, the itch in my balls became unbearable.
At that point the hot white juice began to spurt out of the end of my cock. I watched with the greatest of satisfaction as the liquid stream kept on spilling forward, splashing out of my prick and into her mouth.
As I began to shoot, I removed my tongue from mom's mound, having given her a beautiful suck.
"Come on and swallow me," I sighed, "go after every drop of my pecker juice, love. Oh yes, mom, you can do it. Yes, oh, yes, swallow hard, swallow fast, go after every bit of this stuff. Yes, baby, ah, you did it."
I watched as she devoured my load, then observed her as she turned her tongue loose from my dick.
"You did a superb job of sucking me off," she told me.
"There is nothing wrong with the cock suck you gave me either."
"I guess neither one of us got short changed."
"Not at all."
"I wonder if you'd be up to sticking your hard dick inside my pussy," mom looked at me and asked.
"I think that that could be arranged," I said. "Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath. You know, there's only so much a guy can take when he's involved in sex with a gal as appealing as you."
"Do you mean what you're saying is that I have an overpowering influence on you?"
"That's what I'm saying, mom."
"You know, that's very sweet of you. Anybody-likes to be flattered after they've really put out."
"I'm flattering because I believe everything that I say," I told her. "You're really that good. I like fucking you a whole lot better than fucking anybody else."
"Don't think I don't like to hear that. That's so sweet of you to say, whether you really believe it or not."
"Oh, I really believe it. You put out so well."
"How about your friend, Shirley? She put out pretty well, didn't she?"
"She did a good job. But I think you put out more. I guess if I got to know her better, she would have put out a little more. She was a great gal. But I'll still take you in bed over her."
"I'm awfully happy to hear you say that."
"As for the girls that I screw at school, hell, so many of them are damned little spoiled tarts. They want you to treat them like they're virgin goddesses or something, but then they go around flipping their little butts and their tits like whores."
"How are they when it comes to actually putting out?"
"That's just it. A lot of them are more talk and show than they are anything else. They just don't seem to put out the way that you would think."
"That's too bad. I mean from your standpoint."
"It could be worse. I mean, like if I weren't getting any ass at all. I can take those chicks or leave them if I've got some kind of an alternative. With you, oh, honey, I could leave them all alone."
Mom was feeling good about all that I was saying. Actually, thinking back, the comments were mainly based on my reasoning powers rather than emotion. Mom had put out beautifully, and had done a fantastic job of pleasing me. Sometimes when a guy's balls are hot and he's in bed with a beautiful naked woman he's inclined to pad the facts a little, even though he's not trying to do so. It's a case of his emotions taking him over. But that wasn't true in this instance. No, mom had done a great job, and she was completely deserving of the tributes I was giving her.
I could see that my comments had made her that much more eager to please me all over again. She had expressed a desire for me to shove my pecker into her mound and go off there.
I liked the possibility, and I could see that she wanted to help me along in that direction.
She started by reaching out with her right hand, beginning to pump up and down the full length of my long hard stick. I was happy about the fact that it hadn't gone down much at all after I had been sucked by her.
She was fondling my cock, playing with it, tickling and teasing it with her finger movements.
"How do you like that?" she asked.
"Your fingers are really going to work. I like those finger stabs, honey. Oh, yes. You can work your fingers even faster if you want to. Step up the pace, darling. Oh, yeah, that's good. I like it."
"Just let me know if you want anything different," she told me. "After all, this is being done to please you."
"I realize that and appreciate it," I said. "Just keep the fingers working in the same way. Let them move up and down my cock. Yes, you can work them even faster. Go ahead, doll, work them more quickly."
"That's what I need, just a little encouragement," she exclaimed. "I don't need really that much in the way of it because I'm so carried away to start with, but every little bit helps. Yes, I like the way you're helping me out, honey. Giving me these little bits of advice. How would you like it if I began to play with your balls now while I'm working on your dick?"
"All I can say is that you sure did a beautiful job on my balls before. When you did that to me, I just went wild."
"Then get ready to go wild again."
"Play with my balls, honey, oh, yes, play with them," I said. "Come on, baby, do it for me.
Mom had a thin little smile on her lips, a knowing smile, as she stepped up her pace speedily. She kept on working her fingers up and down my cock, only now she was letting the fingers spin and move more freely than ever over the course of my whole dick. She was really plunging, letting her fingers fly freely, driving them over the length of my entire instrument. And while she utilized the fingers of her right hand with those forceful movements, she put the left hand to work on my balls. Her tingling touch to my balls got me agitated every bit as much as I had been before we went into the sixty-nine action. I hadn't believed it possible up to that point to get that turned on all over again after I had already deposited a pretty thick load of cream, but there I was. And the longer she worked her fingers, the more desirous I became of whip lashing my bulging cock inside her pussy.
I really became restless under the influence of those stirring stabs that her fingers supplied to my cock and balls. Every now and then she would reach out and just kind of twitch at my nuts, which served to get me more excited than ever.
"Ah, honey, twist your fingers around my balls," I encouraged, "that's good. Ah, I like that kind of action. You've got talented fingers."
"I've got news for you, baby. When I go to work in any kind of fucking with you, I give it my best. I feel my whole heart pounding. I said people had free wills and that the idea of Mother Nature taking over was ridiculous. That's what I told you the day I caught you with Shirley. But that's a lot of bunk. I can see that your instincts can take over after a certain point. like with me. like when I see your cock."
"Just keep delivering your stabs," I sighed. "Oh, I'm gonna have to get my cock off inside you pretty soon. Yes, you're really working those fingers. You're doing such a brilliant job with them."
"I won't stop until you tell me to. I want to make sure that you're as excited as possible before you start drilling your cock inside my mound."
"That's a very generous attitude on your part."
She kept twisting her fingers around my testicles, and all the while her fingers worked stirringly up and down the full length of my pecker.
Before I knew it I was in such a state of excitement that there was no holding me back. I knew that I would just have to get my rocks off inside her mound.
"You can turn loose right now," I said. "You can free your fingers from my cock and balls. I've got to get my dick inside you, I've got to do it right now."
"You sound like a hungry young tiger," she laughed.
"You'll see how hungry I am once that I start drilling my rod inside you," I said.
"I'll just bet," she laughed.
As mom released her fingers from my cock and balls, I looked down at my prick. It was long and hard, just ready to go to work inside her.
For a little bit of a morale boost, I looked down at mom's cunt. I could see its moistness, the glistening pussy hairs that were covered with her own sweet nectars.
I reached out and touched her mound.
"It feels good when you do that," she said.
"I guess one good turn deserves another. You did such a good job on my prick."
"If you get my pussy any more excited, I'm gonna gush," she giggled.
"There's nothing wrong with a gushing pussy. You can keep gushing it as far as I'm concerned."
"As long as I'm around you, I suppose that that's exactly what I'll keep doing."
"That way we'll both be happy," I laughed.
I let my fingers exercise themselves sharply inside her mound. As I kept working them, I recognized how much more excited I would get by plunging my pecker into her mound.
CHAPTER 6
My fingers kept piercing mom's pussy sharply and enthusiastically. She let her body sink down on the bed. She lay there on her back, her legs spread, ready to receive my invigorating stabs.
I liked the way that her legs were twitching every so slightly. They were gorgeous legs, inviting legs, and the twitchiness demonstrated just how excited she was getting at the prospect of receiving some hot fervent cock stabs from me.
"How are the finger movements?" I asked as I kept probing around her pussy.
"I can't take too much more of this. You've got to start fucking me, honey."
"I'll tell you something. I can't take too much more of it, either. It gets me so agitated just doing it. I've got to drill my cock inside you."
"I know now that you're going to give me a beautiful screw. With some preliminaries like this, we just can't miss."
"No, we can't."
I quickly removed my fingers from her pussy, then got set to plant my long dick inside her mound.
I reached out with both hands and began to let them probe her ass cheeks. I moved my fingers quickly and sharply, enjoying all the excitement that I was generating within her.
"Drive your dick," she said, "come on and plant it into my mound, baby. Ah, I want you to do it, I really do. Go ahead and fuck me, darling, and drive your cock inside me. Plant your prick in my pussy."
"I can see that you want it as bad as I want to give it to you. Oh, you know, my balls are aching. That's right, they're downright aching now."
"Why shouldn't they be?" she asked. "A fine, healthy young guy and you have been giving yourself all kinds of wild excitement. Sure you're getting hot down there. You're very hot. Look at the size of that. I love your size, darling. Come on and enter me right now."
Mom spread her legs a little more than before. She wanted to accommodate me to the fullest. She lay there, poised and waiting, knowing that I would be stabbing her in short order.
I reached out and grabbed her hips. I clutched at them tightly, then propelled my body forward.
"Get set, because here it goes," I told her.
"Fuck my pussy," she called out "Ah, put it inside me, darling. Fuck, oh, fuck me hard."
My heart pounded pulsatingly as I shot my cock forward, letting it blast away inside her mound.
I gulped and gasped several times as I engulfed her with my flaming stick, pushing my cock harder and ever deeper into her pussy.
I sent it surging forward, driving it into her, enjoying the stabs that I supplied for her mound.
"Fuck me hard," she called out "oh, fuck me even harder than you're doing it now. Slam it into me, baby. Oh, slam your hard dick."
While my ass cheeks twisted back and forth as I generated additional steam implanting my cock sturdily inside mom's mound, I leaned forward and let my tongue go to work in a whirlpool of fascination against her left breast.
I liked her sparkling, firm tits, and as I directed my tongue against her left breast, she responded affirmatively.
"Oh, I like the little extra bit of action," she exclaimed. "Keep your tongue working on my tit, darling. It's such an erogenous zone. You can really get a gal excited that way. Ah, come on, honey, suck my tit. Ah, baby, keep that up. Suck my tit, fuck my mound, oh, send your dick inside my pussy, fuck it good, baby, fuck me. Oh, stab it, baby. Oh, come on, stab it, lover. Drive it in there, drive your cock, oh, stab it, be forceful, baby, I can take everything you throw at me. Keep punching me with that hard rod. Drive it home, baby."
I kept up my effective, determined strokes, plunging my cock into her pussy and letting my tongue continue to go to work against her breast.
After I had done a convincing job on her left tit, I worked my tongue over to the right, giving her the same kinds of brilliant movements that I had over her other tit.
"Work it, baby, work your cock and balls," she sighed. "You're just too much, sweetheart. There's no way that a girl can take too much in the way of excitement from somebody like you. Keep up the tonguing, oh, keep up the fucking. Stab my tit, stab my mound."
By sucking her tit in addition to fucking her pussy, I got myself off that much more excitedly. I was determined to give her everything that I had in the way of forceful stabs. I kept projecting myself forward, plunging hard, pushing my prick into her pussy, moving her ever closer to orgasm.
When I finally removed my tongue from her right breast, I decided that I could put it to use inside her mouth.
I moved my head forward, letting my tongue splash away inside her mouth. Mom was more than eager to meet my every probing stab, so our tongues ignited beautifully, splashing back and forth as we generated all kinds of excitement for each other.
When we initiated the tongue action I started to propel myself forward that much more quickly with the cock stabs. I fucked her convincingly, driving my dick into her mound, shoving it in nice and deep, moving her that much closer to climax.
When I saw myself pushing toward my final thrusts, I removed my tongue from her mouth.
"I'm gonna be there in just a second," I told her. "Keep your buttocks twisting, honey."
"Do you like the way I'm doing it right now?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I think I might finger fuck you. Would you like it if I shoved my finger into your ass-hole?"
"That would be beautiful, baby. Come on and drive your finger inside me. I'd love every stab. Yes, baby, I wish you'd do that. Go ahead."
Mom gave me the green light, and I naturally wasn't about to do anything other than take it.
I reached out with my right middle finger. I started probing ever so easily at first, moving with soft, easy movements, just barely working my way inside her ass-hole.
"That's very good," she exclaimed. "Yes, lover, oh, I like that. Use your finger wisely. Keep shoving it in my ass-hole."
I kept up the systematic finger probing, driving my finger into her ass-hole as I kept up my cock stabbing. I drove my dick ever forward, pumping it that much deeper inside her mound. I really drilled her, sending my cock deep inside her hot, inspired gash, and flinging my finger ever higher into her anus.
A few brisk stabs later, I could tell just how close I was getting. My balls, which had been aching all along, were aching even more noticeably. I kept flinging my body forward, throwing myself into high gear, putting everything I could into every determined stab that I was generating inside her hot pussy.
"Ah, I can't hold on any longer," mom exclaimed, her body twisting back and forth. "I'm juicing, baby, oh, there's no way I can hold on. Not when a guy like you is fucking me like you are. That and finger fucking me. Oh, lover, you're really banging me. You're really slamming your hard prick inside me."
"You juice beautifully, honey. Shall I keep up the finger fucking? I love it."
"Oh, yeah, keep your finger moving. Drive it in my ass-hole. Oh, drive it hard, honey, you can do it. Drive your finger. I really like the way you're handling everything. You're doing such a beatuful job "
I gritted my teeth, and stabbed her ever deeper, shoving my cock intensely into her flaming gash.
The sweat was beginning to pour from me. It dripped down from my arm pits and rolled down both sides of my face. I'd never been more intensely dedicated than I was at that point, determined to get my cock off inside mom's pussy after giving her the utmost in the way of sexual attention.
A few convincing cock stabs later, I was ready to unleash every drop of juice from my cock.
"Spill it inside me," she called out. "Give me those juices, baby. I want them so bad. Oh, you're really sending your cock into my mound. You're giving me all kinds of beautiful sensations. All I need now are your juices. Go ahead and let them spray. Oh, keep up the fucking till you juice. Juice inside me, lover. Keep sending your dick sharply inside my pussy. Oh, pummel me with that hard stick. Push it into me, baby, oh, yes, go ahead, honey."
My finger in her ass-hole withdrew then and I let my fingers clutch at her hips and pinch at them. I clutched hard at her skin, generating my cock forward all the while, driving my flaming stick ever deeper into her pussy, knowing that I was moving that much closer to the point that we both wanted to reach.
"Oh, I'm just a few seconds away, just a few seconds away from splashing my goo in your mound," I said. "I'm using this thing like a torpedo."
"You're bludgeoning me with it, and I love it," she gasped. "Just keep sending it forward, honey. Drive it hard, baby. Yes, oh, darling, you're really plunging it. Keep that sharp stick inside my mound. Oh, I really go for this. Keep up the hard fucking, baby, yes, oh, that's good."
A few sturdy stabs later,, the hot white orgasmic fluid began to spill out of my dick.
My whole body trembled as the white volcanic lava shot out of me, releasing itself into my mother's pussy.
"Oh, I'm there, it's so beautiful, it's so great fucking your gash. Oh, this is good," I gasped.
My fingers kept on clutching her thighs until I unleased the final few droplets of juice from my cock.
"I don't think I can take any more excitement in one day," mom laughed as she lay there on the bed after I finished.
"I don't know if I can either," I replied. "All I can say is that you really put my cock through a workout."
"You certainly did the same thing for my cunt."
"It was so tight, just made to order for my prick. I never saw anything like it."
"Just one thing, my dear," mother looked at me with urgency in her eyes. "Not a word to anybody about this. We've got to keep this our secret."
"Don't I know it."
"Your father can't ever find out."
"He won't."
"I hope that maybe we could do this now and then," she said. "I need it. It really helps me."
"You know, it doesn't really hurt me either," I laughed.
CHAPTER 7
I kept thinking about my beautiful sex experience with mom.
For the next few days every time that I looked at her, it was with supreme hunger. I wanted another shot at mom's beautiful twat, but I recognized that I wouldn't get the opportunity until dad was out of the way. Much to my anger, he actually spent a little time around the house. I guess it was because there was plenty of action on TV. There were some football games and fights, both of which he liked to watch a good deal.
I could see that mom was a little upset, but she tried not to show it.
I figured that I would have to get my pussy elsewhere for a little while, and that I'd have to play a waiting game as far as getting to hop under the sheets with mom was concerned. I set out trying to score as best I could with chicks at school.
Just when I was starting to get good and horny, I turned on a movie one evening. I had wanted to do my homework, but as so often was the case, I couldn't quite bring myself to actually do the work. Hell, it was so damned boring, and on top of that I figured I could very easily copy somebody else's assigned homework the next day and save myself the trouble.
I knew what the big reason was. I was just too damned horny to concentrate on much of anything. My old pecker was standing proud and tall, and just waiting to tear off a piece of hot ass.
I was sitting there watching this movie, and it turned out to be one that had a lot of kissing scenes. Every time that the guy and the gal would smootch, my old stick would thrust out there that much more sharply. I kept wanting to stick my cock inside of something and figured I'd probably jerk off that evening in bed.
Mom was out of the house. Dad had hone out after she left. It burned me up. She had some kind of a meeting she was attending. Going that same silly route with these biddies from the neighborhood. I knew damn well that if she had known we'd have an opportunity like this, what with the old man leaving and all, she would have stayed home. But there I was, all by myself.
Just when I was getting to the point where I could hardly even stand to look at the TV any longer, I heard the front door open. I heard the approaching sound of footsteps.
"I'm damned mad," I heard a woman's voice assert loudly.
I looked up and observed my beautiful brown-haired sister Mary standing there with her hands on her hips. Her eyes were a little reddened, but aside from that she looked as beautiful as I'd ever seen her.
She was wearing a provocatively purple pants suit which showed her beautiful figure to good advantage. I could see why she had already been named a Homecoming Princess, even though she was only a freshman. At eighteen, Mary sure had what it took. I observed her beautiful flowing breasts and her cute ass cheeks. She really would make a piece of ass, a great one I thought.
"What are you so pissed off about, sis?'" I asked her.
"I went to this party and let the wrong guy take me home," she said. "I'm so damned mad, because I'm so horny. I needed a good fuck tonight. I usually don't come on that strong. But I just need a ride and I need it bad. So I made a play for the cutest guy at the party, and he in turn made one for me."
"So what's wrong with that?"
There's nothing wrong with that. It's the rest that pissed me off," she growled.
"So what happened that was so bad?"
"Everything was going along just fine. Different groups would get together and would leave, heading for different places. Hell, the name of the game was getting a good fuck. I was the best-looking gal there and he was the best-looking guy, and a lot of people envied us. If I'd known what was going to happen I would have taken even the ugliest guy there. That's how hot for action I was. So after we did a lot of kissing, getting me good and steamed up, he suggested going over to his apartment."
"And you went with him?"
"Of course I did. I told you how hot I was. On top of that I kind of liked the guy. So I got over to his place and he started drinking. I guess he's one of these guys who has hang-ups about sex. He's got to get drunk before he even tries anything."
"I can see you drank a little yourself."
"But not like he did," she gasped. "This character acted like a human distillery. He was downing the bourbon like it was going out of style."
"I guess he got pretty smashed," I laughed.
"It's not a damned bit funny. Not when you consider that he couldn't get his dick up because he'd gotten so swacked.
"I'm real sorry to hear about that. I see what you mean. It's understandable that you'd be pissed."
"You're damned right it is," she growled. "I really needed the sex bad tonight. I don't know what I'm gonna do."
The longer I looked at her, the more imaginative my mind became. I wondered what my sister Mary would do if I came on strong and tried to score with her.
Just because mom was willing to play the incest game didn't necessarily mean that my gorgeous sister would be of the same mind. But the longer I looked at her the more I couldn't help but wonder just what would happen if I made such an effort. She looked so beautiful standing there in that purple pants suit that I could hardly stand it anyway. I had avoided telling her how horny I had been the last few days but I sure as hell was. As a matter-of-fact, I couldn't help but conclude that we would make a terrific team bouncing around under the sheets together if she would just give me the chance.
"You look awfully beautiful tonight," I said, getting up from the chair I had been sitting in.
I walked over and turned off the television set, and turned on my heels and proceeded slowly toward Mary.
"What are you getting ready to do, Jerry?"
"I want to kiss you," I told her bluntly.
"My God. Just look at the size of your cock."
"I'm excited down there, baby. I've got a long hard dick and it's ready for action."
"I am your sister, you know."
"You're more mature that that," I laughed. "You're not gonna let a silly little hang-up like that stand in our way, are you?"
"I don't know. I'm not so sure that you'd call that a silly little hang-up."
"I am. I think the whole idea's ridiculous. If we want to have ourselves some fun in bed, then why the hell shouldn't we? There's no damned reason why we can't have as much fun as we possibly can."
"Perhaps there's something in what you're saying," she shook her head. "I do know that when I see a cock as hard as yours, I get intrigued."
That was all that my eager ears had to hear.
I reached out and threw my arms around her. I wanted to press her hot body next to mine.
I gasped as her firm, resolute breasts crashed against my chest. At that point, while my chest was hugging her breasts, I leaned forward and let my lips crash against hers.
The lips pressed against each other ever so resolutely, and as that occurred, I held her even more tightly than before.
When I removed my lips from hers, it was with the intention of going even further, of letting my tongue explore her mouth.
I slipped my tongue forward. Mary knew immediately what to expect She opened her mouth, permitting my tongue to penetrate inside her mouth.
While my tongue was eagerly stabbing against Mary's, and as we gave each other all kinds of magnificent thrills with our tongues, I reached down with both hands and permitted my fingers to explore her ass cheeks.
Her buttocks looked so cute and seductive in those tight-fitting purple pants she was wearing. The harder that my fingers clutched, the better I liked it And all the while my tongue kept on eagerly stabbing against hers.
When I finally released my tongue from
Mary's mouth, I was determined to go the rest of the way with her. I hoped that my initial efforts had been enough to make her see things my way.
"Let's go into my bedroom," I told her.
"Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm starting to really like this idea."
"You're not crazy at all, honey. You're just a beautiful girl who's gotten hot. And I'm just a horny guy who wants to fuck you."
We walked quickly into my bedroom. In a flash I was all over her, leaning forward and kissing her behind her left ear. I then moved my lips over toward her right ear, kissing her ear lobe, getting her all excited.
When I finished the kissing, I reached out and began to undo her pants suit.
"I want to undress you," I panted hotly. "I want to go all the way with you, baby. I'm gonna make hot love to you."
I removed her pants suit, then glared at her as she lay there on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but her panties and bra.
She looked positively dazzling, the whiteness of her panties and bra sparkling against the darkness of the room.
My fingers went to work convincingly, clutching at her bra straps. I pulled off her bra, then reached out with both hands and let my fingers go to work on her tits.
With convincing eagerness, I clutched the skin tightly, enjoying every movement as I let the fingers dig in.
"Press against my skin," she sighed, "you're really good with your fingers, baby. I like that contact. I like the way you're letting your fingers press against my skin. Oh, keep that up. Twist your fingers against my nipples. Oh, that hurts, but don't stop. Even though it stings I like it. I like it a whole lot."
My fingers kept proceeding in a corkscrew fashion as I supplied her with all kinds of wonderful movements. When I turned my fingers loose from her tits, I reached down and clutched at the elastic of Mary's panties.
"Take them off, baby," Mary said, her legs twisting nervously. "I want to go all the way with you, honey. Yes, take off my panties. Pull them off, lover. Really make love to me. Make hot, fascinating love to me. I know you can do it. What a hard cock you've got."
My fingers reached down and clutched at the elastic of her panties. I was pulling rapidly, eager to remove her panties as soon as possible.
"Pull them down my legs," she exclaimed, "oh, yes, baby. Pull them, honey."
When I slipped them down to the point where I could see her inviting twat, my heart skipped several beats. I was so excited looking at Mary that it was just a question of whether I could refrain from orgasming. I wanted to do it with her every which way, to get her as excited as possible and myself as well, before we finally juiced.
"Tug at my panties," she gasped.
I finished removing her panties from her, then decided I ought to get my own clothes off.
My body sprang upward from the bed. As Mary lay there watching me with great fascination, I took off my shirt, then my trousers.
"I want to be completely nude," I said. "I want to be totally naked. I want you to see my hot prick."
"I want to touch it," she sighed. "You know, that damned ding-a-ling that I wanted to fuck me tonight. I wanted to touch his hard dick. I wanted to be fucked by it. But I never got that chance."
"You're sure as hell gonna get it with me," I promised her.
"I can see that, lover. That's great, honey. I want you to give it to me. Oh, how I want it from you."
"Don't worry. You'll get a good screw. When I'm through screwing you, you're gonna know you've been screwed."
I laughed, then completed the act of undressing, pulling my shorts down my legs. I got a big thrill out of watching my sister's eyes come alive with excitement as she looked at my hard dick.
"Ah, does that ever look delicious," she said. "I'll bet that dick would make for good eating."
"It's been sucked a few times," I conceded. "And I'll bet you'd like to go down on it."
"It's just a question of what I'd like more. We could go the oral route, but there are other routes to go, too. The first thing I want to do is touch your cock. I want to play with it. I want to fondle it. I want to run my fingers over it. I want to get you so excited that you can't even stand it."
"I've got news for you. I can hardly stand it now."
"Come over here, baby."
She motioned me with her finger, looking as seductive as hell as she spread her legs just right, giving me the best possible look at her flaming pussy covered by the brown hair.
I threw myself into bed, reaching out and slipping my tongue once more inside Mary's mouth.
Before I even gave her an opportunity to play with my dick, I would just have to kiss her one more time. I liked the way that she responded to my tongue stabs. Every time that I would thrust my tongue with excitement against hers, she would come back and match me stroke for stroke, splashing her tongue with great determination against mine.
Our bodies twisted as we kept up the fervent tongue strokes. While I was letting my tongue splash with whirlpool-like effectiveness against hers, I reached out with both hands and attacked her breasts.
I clutched at her warm, naked tits, with burning desire, letting my fingers unleash themselves with passionate excitement against her breasts.
"That I really like," she said once I released my tongue from her mouth.
"I like the way you play with my tits, but I also want some sex, baby. I want it real bad right now. Let's really cut loose. Drive your cock against my fingers."
She reached out and began to play with my balls. She tickled them in such a manner that I felt I would have to orgasm immediately. "That feels so good," I sighed. "Your fingers are doing a great job, honey."
"Of course they are. And they're gonna do even better."
Once that Mary had sufficiently entertained herself running both fingers over my testicles, she reached out with her right hand and began to probe the tip of my cock.
"I'll bet you like that," she chuckled.
"Oh, those movements drive me up the wall. Oh, I'm insane with excitement. Keep that going."
"I think I'll play with your cock and balls at the same time."
"That'll be better yet."
While Mary's right hand kept on pumping up and down the full length of my prick, she allowed her left hand to work around my balls;
"That's real nice," I gasped. "Your fingers are so fluid, baby. I can see how horny you are. That poor guy who couldn't get his cock up."
"Play with my pussy," she exclaimed. "You've got to work your fingers fast, honey," she suggested. "Oh, really cut them loose against my snatch. I need your movements bad.
Go ahead, darling. Really work over my mound. These are the kinds of movements that I need, really need."
My fingers stroked her pussy with intense desire. All the while she kept up her finger strokes over my cock and balls.
"Ah, this is what I like, stroke for stroke, we're matching each other," I told her excitedly.
"This is such good action, honey. You just can't beat this kind of action."
"No you can't. I'll just say one thing, though. I can't take much more of it."
"Neither can I."
"We're gonna have to get in some other fucking."
"Yes, we will."
I unleashed my fingers energetically inside her pussy for several more minutes.
At the point where I could see that she was on the verge of climax, I suddenly desisted.
"Let's get into the actual fucking," I said. "We can't take any more preliminaries. You know we can't."
"I know, baby. The first thing I want is a nice hot dick stabbing in my pussy. That's what I really need. That's what I wanted from that guy earlier tonight. I'll bet you're just the guy to deliver."
"Just take a look at my cock. You sure did a good job of bringing it out to full height."
"Yes, I did, and it'll be all the much more fun being fucked by it," she laughed.
Mary let her legs dangle before me. She was making herself look as enticing as possible, getting me ready for the big moment when I would put my cock to work inside her pussy.
CHAPTER 8
I wanted to get her even hotter before I started fucking her, so I ran my tongue up and down Mary's left leg.
Whenever I would allow my tongue to splash against her thigh, her body would bounce up and down on the bed.
"Oh, are you ever exciting me," she said. "Move on to the other leg, baby. Then jab your prick inside my mound."
I did as she instructed, removing my tongue from her left leg and letting it go to work on her right.
I moved my tongue with great speed, and as I reached her thigh, once again her body twitched.
"Put your prick to work," she called out. "Stick it in my pussy, baby. Oh, how I need it. How I need for you to slam your prick inside me.
"Brace yourself, because you're gonna get the fuck you wouldn't believe."
"I've been waiting all night. Hell, for the last few days. I'm so damned horny."
"From the size of my dick, I guess you can tell that I'm pretty horny myself."
"Yeah, it sure looks that way," she laughed. "But enough for the chatter. Just get your cock to work. Come on, honey, and really stab me with it. Shove your peter into me. I need it so bad, lover. Just slide your cock inside my pussy. Fuck me good and hard, oh, do I need it. I can really use your stabs."
While my legs played with Mary's ass cheeks, I got my cock ready, shoving it forward resolutely.
I heaved a loud sigh, then went to work relentlessly, pushing my prick inside her pussy.
"Oh, you're inside me," she cried out. "Keep your cock moving, baby. Circulate it quickly. Come on, stab me hard. I like a good hot stab. Drive your dick into my mound. Oh, really pump it into me, pump it, baby, pump it hard, pump it forcefully."
With great speed I kept up my searing movements, pushing my cock forward, slamming it ever harder and more intensely inside her pussy.
While my prick was slamming inside her mound, I kept on running my fingers around her legs. I squeezed them good and hard, continuing the fucking movements, stabbing her relentlessly with my long dick.
"You're doing it now," she said, "run that pole between my legs, honey. Keep fucking me, oh, what a fuck you are. Drive your dick inside my mound. Oh, stab me hard, pump it, baby."
Her words of encouragement naturally helped me along as I kept pushing my prick that much deeper into her mound. I engulfed her hot, moist, highly receptive pussy and I kept on plunging forward, pushing my dick into her, getting her excited.
"Stab me, oh, stab me with it," she exclaimed. "Put your cock to work, baby. Oh, you really know how to work that thing. Put it inside me. Oh, honey, yes, I really want it. Oh, do I ever need it, baby. Oh, Pm gonna juice, yes, I'm juicing right now."
I felt the juice that shot from her pussy as my prick kept on thundering forward, driving ever deeper into her gash, enjoying the tightness of her vaginal walls.
She tightened her cunt muscles as best she could, flipping her legs back and forth dazzlingly as I kept up my surging stabs, pumping hard, pushing that much closer to climax.
"Keep fucking me," she called out. "Oh, keep your driving cock moving. Yes, I'll orgasm again. I know I will. All you've got to do is keep that cock going. Keep fucking me with it, baby. Keep driving it inside my mound."
While my cock kept on driving thunderously inside Mary's pussy, I reached down and played with her buttocks. Her ass cheeks twisted back and forth rhythmically, and I enjoyed putting my fingers to work on them.
While I was fingering her ass cheeks, I leaned forward and kissed her tits. I would kiss the left one, then the right one, repeating the process several more, times in rapid succession.
"You really are a hot man," she exclaimed, "just keep your cock going, honey. Drive it forward, baby. Oh, sweetheart, keep up those pumping stabs. Keep driving your cock into my mound. Oh, I want it, honey. Oh, there I go, I'm juicing again."
"Damned, but you're horny."
"I told you I was."
"I'll be juicing pretty quick too."
"I want to feel your hot white manly juice as it spills into me. I want the jissum, baby, I want it to spill out of the end of your cock."
"You're not gonna have to wait for long. I'm gonna unleash it pretty quick inside you."
"I want it, oh, how I want it."
"You'll get it, darling."
"I'm so glad. Keep it up, honey. Keep pumping your cock inside me. Oh, this feels so good."
"Keep on tightening your vaginal muscles," I said. "Just lay back there and keep flipping your ass around, and I'm gonna juice."
I moved ever closer to that precipitous point of climax as I slipped my tongue inside Mary's mouth.
I greatly desired another hot tongue kiss while I was moving my prick that much closer to the end of the act.
The forceful stabs continued. I kept on directing my hot dick with great passion toward her box, slamming my dick into her, moving that much closer'.
As I removed my tongue from Mary's mouth, I found that I was unable to hold back the juices inside my cock any longer.
The flood tide of hot semen began.
"Oh, there it goes," I cried out exultantly. "You wanted juice, you're getting juice. I'm spilling it, honey, tons of it. It's just spilling out of there."
"Baby, oh, that's great. Come on, honey, let it spill out of there. I want it, honey, I want every drop."
"Yes, baby, there it goes. Ah, what a fuck. Oh, I hope you can juice too. Let's make it together."
While the juices spilled out of her pussy one more time, the avalanche continued with me.
I had been so damned horny, I thought, that the spurts of hot white semen continued to spill from the end of my penis and into her waiting mound.
"Keep fucking me, it's good to the last drop, I want all your juices," she exclaimed. "Go ahead, baby, oh, yes, juice, darling. Juice in my gash."
A few moments later it was all over. I ended up puffing and gasping.
"Give me a chance to catch my breath," I laughed after it ended.
"You'll find that when you fuck with me, darling, I won't give you much of a chance to do anything. That is, except fuck me."
"I'm with you, baby. You know, it's a good thing that you're not one of these girls who has a lot of hang ups. I'm glad you were willing to screw with me."
"So am I. You know, I would have had to just finger myself tonight if you hadn't been here."
"I'll tell you something. That's what I was getting ready to do."
"But now we'll both sleep very soundly. We've gotten our juices off."
"But I still feel like I could do some more."
"Don't misunderstand me. I feel the same way."
Mary leaned forward and let her lips clash with mine. She ran her fingers up and down my back. I liked the feeling of her strong, warm fingers clutching against my skin.
I couldn't help but think just how much Mary resembled mom. Once that the two of them got rolling, there was no holding them back. They wanted to engage in every aspect of sex.
Mary broke our kiss, then reached down and began playing with my balls.
"I love your charming testicles," she said. "I can see you're ready for more action."
"Yes, my cock didn't go down by much."
"Why should it? It shouldn't with me around."
"I guess not. A body like yours would be enough to keep just about any guy horny."
"Thank you. For that compliment, I'll kiss you again."
This time Mary really came on strong. She planted her tongue inside my mouth, and really gave me a dazzling workout with it.
She got on top of me, and the next thing I knew I was lying there on my back and she was splashing her tongue effervescently against mine.
We enjoyed the spirited tongue activity, and while she was tonguing me, she reached down and let both fingers go to work on my balls. She really ignited new energies within me as a result of her finger movements, and I knew that it would be just a matter of a few minutes before we would be engaging in some more hot fucking. She removed her tongue from my mouth, then exclaimed:
"You know, my pussy could use some action right now. I'd really be indebted to you, baby, if you would just reach out with your right hand and let your finger tips go to work inside my snatch."
"That's a good idea," I said. "Your pussy does look inviting."
"And I'll bet your fingers are more than capable of meeting the challenge."
"My cock proved itself capable just a few moments ago, didn't it?"
"I'd never argue that point with you, honey. Damned but you stabbed hard and deep. I never had anybody enter me any deeper than you just did."
"Then that showed that I was right on."
"Did it ever. What a beautiful prick you've got. But go ahead, baby. Just massage my pussy a little. It'll really give me a morale boost"
"And just in the right spot," I laughed. "Down there between your beautiful legs."
I reached down with my left hand, permitting my fingers to slide around her satiny wet snatch.
"You really know how to do it," she exclaimed. "You know how to get me excited and keep me that way, lover. Keep your fingers moving. Ah, that's so nice, it's very nice."
I began to work my fingers more quickly than before over her gash, watching the expressions on her face.
CHAPTER 9
While I continued to move my fingers over Mary's pussy, all of the sudden mom popped into the room!
She startled us, just as she had startled me on the other occasion with Shirley. I guess we had taken liberties, fucking around when we knew that there was a pretty good chance that mom could show up at any point.
"My God, what have we here?" she began, gasping loudly. "It's one thing for you two kids to want to get in a good fuck, but it's quite another to do it with each other. I mean, a brother and sister routine?"
"We didn't intend it that way," Mary laughed. "Things just kind of started to happen."
"The old me would reply and say that's nonsense," mom said. "But now I try to be a little more understanding. Isn't that right, honey?" She looked at me as she spoke.
"That's right," I replied. "But I never told her anything about us."
"What do you mean?" Mary asked.
"Since this is rapidly developing into quite a family affair," mom chuckled, "I guess we might as well let her in on our little secret But I see no reason to tell her. It'll be just as easy to show her."
I quickly got the point as I observed mom looking long and hard at my erect dick.
Mary was astounded as she observed mom beginning to tear off her clothes.
"I don't think I'm going to go to any more of those damned silly meetings," mom shook her head. "Just a bunch of stupid ass gossip anyway. Who needs crap like that?"
Mom quickly peeled off her clothes, then her underwear. Mary just sat there, in a state of dumbfounded amazement, not knowing what to expect next.
As for me, I had a pretty good idea what was coming. Mom would want me to fuck her in some way. It was just a question of how.
She plopped herself down in the bed, then immediately allowed her fingers to go to work on my dick.
She worked them searchingly over my cock. At first she let the fingers of both hands submerge themselves against the tip of my organ. Soon she extended her movements to the length of my entire prick. She really had a way of tickling my erect instrument, and I loved every movement that she put forward.
"That's pretty good," I said. "Your fingers are right on target, mom."
"I really don't believe it," Mary exclaimed. "So that's the secret."
"Only it isn't a secret any more, darling," mom said. "Just watch me, honey, and you'll get an education."
"I'll just bet I will."
"I'm gonna go down on your brother's long dick. You'll really love that. Incidentally, you really do look cute in the nude. You're a beautiful girl, Mary. No wonder all those guys at school are chasing you. It's sure easy enough to see why."
"I appreciate you saying that," Mary laughed, a little uncomfortably. "But I can still hardly believe it. You doing it with Jerry. Hell, you've always acted so uptight about sex, mom."
"People can and often do change," mom pointed out as she continued to run her fingers up and down the full length of my cock.
"Jerry woke me up."
She was waking me up at that point, running her fingers over the tip of my cock, then using her other hand to play with my testicles. As she kept on with her stirring movements, I found myself drifting that much closer to climax. I knew that she wouldn't keep up the finger pace for much longer, she had some business to attend to with respect to my cock. I figured, based on the way she was pumping on it, that she would want to suck it.
"Are you gonna go down on my throbbing dick?" I asked.
"That's why I'm warming you up, baby. You'll really love it."
"Yes, I suppose that I will."
"My tongue is feeling very itchy. You know, just being around somebody like you really gets me agitated. Seeing you and Mary roll around in the hay. I really felt like joining in right from the first"
"I'll just bet you did. I don't blame you. It is a blast."
"Especially if you've got the right cock to suck on. In your case, I know I do. I'm gonna twist my tongue around the tip of your dick and play with your testicles. How would that grab you?"
"It would grab me just right"
"I know, right between your legs, where it counts."
"Where it definitely counts," I laughed. "Just keep your busy tongue working and you'll make me very happy."
"I like to make people happy, especially somebody like you."
Mary kept on watching the developing action attentively as mom got herself all set to engage in the screwing.
She slipped her tongue over the tip of my cock, then tickled it with some slow, tantalizing movements. All the while she put her fingers to work. She began by manipulating my balls, which were bulging with developing excitement.
"Boy, your balls are really expanding," Mary observed. "Mom is really gonna do a good job of sucking you. Look at that. She's doing it already. Oh, is she ever working her tongue over the tip of your dick. She's really giving you some excitement."
"I love what she's doing. Oh, mom, tickle me even faster," I said. "Move your tongue more swiftly over my dick. I really want it, honey. Yes, I want what you can supply me. Suck my dick, baby. Ah, suck it real nice. Move your tongue, baby. Slide it around my cock. Work it there, honey. Oh, I really want you to work it. Suck my prick, baby. Oh, come on, suck my hard dick. Work your tongue around there, darling. Ah, I want it, I want it, I really want it."
I knew that mom couldn't resist that kind of a message. She began to manipulate her tongue in sharper strokes than before, moving it swiftly, driving it with devastating zeal as she kept up the ball action.
There was one difference, however, in her movement over my testicles between now and before. Instead of running her fingers resolutely over them, just toying with my ball sacs, she initiated a quick change. She clutched my balls diligently, hanging on to them sharply, applying a little pressure. All the while she continued to work her tongue around the tip of my cock.
"You're gonna have to step up the pace, I mean you're gonna have to move your tongue over the full length of my dick," I said. "Come on and slide your tongue over my cock, baby. Drive it hard, lover. Oh, drive it fast. Slide it, baby. Ah, honey, slide it."
With forceful determination she followed my example. She began to put more impetus into every suck that she put forward. Up and down she pumped her tongue along my cock, putting everything she had into her movements, driving her tongue with forceful determination over my lengthy, aroused pecker.
"Keep sucking me," I said. "I love your fast pace. Oh, drive your tongue home, baby. Oh, put it to work."
I reached out and began to clutch at mom's naked ass cheeks. I squeezed the firm flesh with my fingers, and all the while she continued her convincing pace, driving her tongue up and down the full length of my cock.
While she was engaged in the spirited cock sucking, mom removed her fingers from my balls. She decided that it was time to supply some finger action to my cock to coordinate with the sucking movements.
Whenever she would maneuver her tongue down toward the base of my prick, she would let her fingers exercise themselves over the tip of it. When she would go out for the tip of my blazing instrument, her fingers, would wind their way down to the other area of my member. Wherever her tongue would be, her fingers would be in the other ear.
I liked it the way she would move her fingers around the tip of my prick while her tongue would concentrate itself on the base. With this kind of double sensation, I couldn't help but he propelled into a state of fascinating ecstasy. Her tongue was doing the job, and a very beautiful job at that.
"You can really cut loose now," I said, "in fact, I want you to move your tongue at top speed, baby. Yes, oh, yes, keep it working."
"This is incredible, she really is a good cock suck," Mary exclaimed. "When she said I'd get an education from her, she was absolutely right. I'm learning quite a bit about how to really apply a tongue to a cock just from watching her."
"I knew you would," I said. "She's very good, honey. You can't help but learn from watching somebody like her."
"Keep the sucking going, mom. Just work your tongue a little longer," Mary said. "A few more strokes and you'll have him. You've just about got him off now. He's practically there."
"I sure as hell am," I gasped. "You're doing the job, mom. Just keep that tongue working resourcefully. Oh, when you tickle the tip of my pecker I just about flip. Keep your tongue working, baby. What a tongue you've got. Oh, is it nice. You know just how to drain every bit of excitement from it."
While mom was continually working her way forward, pushing me that much closer to a devastating orgasm, I reached out and grabbed her thighs. I clutched them, then moved my fingers all the way down to her ankles. I worked my fingers back and forth, pressing eagerly, getting her more agitated every moment. And all the while she was continuing her brilliant movements, pushing me that much closer to the moment that I was waiting for.
When my body began to shake and my breath became heavier, I knew just how close I was. The ball itching was getting overpowering. I knew I couldn't take much more of that kind of excitement.
"Just a few more strokes, that's all I ask," I gasped.
"You're really doing a great job, mom, I never saw a better tongue," Mary said. "Just keep the tongue sliding. Keep working it over his dick. You know you've got him there. You can see that. It's just gonna take you a little bit more effort. A little bit more and you'll have him there. Keep up your pace, mom. Oh, is it exciting to watch."
I reached out and grabbed mom's hair. I touched it ever so tantalizingly, then heaved a loud sigh.
"Just catch the juice," I said. "It's gonna spill out of there. Oh, honey, is it ever gonna shoot out of the end of my cock. Go after it, honey. Oh, yes, baby, I want you to catch every drop of the stuff. Eat it, baby, ah, you've just got to eat it."
The spurts of hot white juice began to shoot out of the end of my spear. I clutched mom's hair with greater necessity than ever as the hot droplets of white orgasmic juice kept on shooting.
"Go ahead and eat it," I said, "eat my hot cock. Ah, you know it's great eating stuff. You know you love it, mom. Go ahead, show Mary, show the whole world, show everyone what a great team we make. Keep sucking the stuff. Keep sucking my cock dry. Ah, go after it, suck, ah, what a sucker you are, baby. Your tongue really is great. Go to work on my dick. Ah, I'm juicing, honey. You're eating it, you're going after every drop. That's great Don't miss out on anything. You need it lover, you really need my hot stuff."
Mom went after every droplet of the hot white jissum that shot from my bulging prick.
She removed her tongue from my rod, then looked over at Mary.
"I hope you enjoyed that little exhibition," she said.
"Is that what it was?"
"Only in a sense, baby. Now, I must admit, there was more to it than exhibitionism. I just wanted to get a beautiful fuck out of it. I wanted to suck my handsome boy."
"That's what I thought. You did a great job for him."
"She sure as hell did," I laughed.
"I'll tell you something," mom said. "I have to admit something else. I've got to admit that I got kind of turned on looking at you, Mary."
"Don't tell me you're turning less for your own daughter," Mary laughed.
"It's no joking matter. You know, when I first started making it with Jerry I decided that I'd throw all my hang-ups away. I told myself that I'd pretend they just didn't exist. That's the way I've played the game ever since."
"So what does that have to do with me?" Mary asked with a confused expression on her face.
"It's very simple, my dear. It has a lot to do with you. What I'm really driving at is that I am attracted to you. I'm trying to be honest."
"You've got to be out of your gourd, mom. What are you trying to do, put the make on your own daughter?"
"I put it on my own son enough times," she reminded her.
"But isn't this a little different?"
"Have you ever been attracted to another girl?"
"Do I have to answer that."
"You don't have to, darling, but I wish you would."
"I did a little fooling around with my girl friend from school," Mary said uncomfortably.
"What do you mean by fooling around?" mom smiled, sitting down next to Mary on the bed.
"Well, it started out with me fingering her pussy and her fingering mine," Mary said. "We were real horny this one night and there were no guys around. We were both wearing skinny little outfits and next thing we knew we got kind of turned on with each other."
"How far did it go?" mom pressed further.
"I don't really like to talk about it."
"There's no reason why you should hide it," mom said. "That's the trouble with so much of the world. People just have too many hang-ups. No, don't hide it for one second, honey. As a matter-of-fact, it's a good therapeutic release for you to be able to talk about your love affairs. So what happened?"
"We started fingering each other off. Then we decided it would be a good idea to go down on each other. So that's what we did. We did it sixty-nine style. Just once. I don't think that it meant anything to either one of us."
"What causes you to say that?" mom asked.
"I say that because we never did it again. We just got hot that one night. It didn't amount to anything more than if we reached down and jerked ourselves off."
"I think it meant a lot more than that and you're both just trying to run away from the truth," mom said.
"Don't be ashamed of it, darling. I'm not ashamed to admit that I think you're very attractive."
"Are you actually gonna fuck me?" Mary asked.
"I'd like to at least put my fingers up your pussy. Maybe that way I could find out soon enough just how excited I could get from touching you," mom said.
I watched as mom reached out with her right hand, maneuvering her fingers toward Mary's snatch.
CHAPTER 10
"I think you're gonna do it," Mary shook her head and exclaimed. "Oh, mom, your fingers are so close to my pussy."
"It's just a natural inclination on my part, dear. I can't help it. I just feel so strongly about running my fingers over your mound."
"I can see you do."
"I'm going to touch your snatch," she gasped. "Oh, yes, baby. I'm going to really touch your pussy. I'll tickle it real nice. I'll do every bit as good a job as your girl friend from school did."
Mom set out to accomplish the very thing she was talking about. She worked the fingers of her right hand resourcefully over Mary's pussy.
I could tell from Mary's expression that at first she was very uncomfortable about what was happening, as a matter-of-fact, it looked like she was trying to fight the idea of mom having sex with her.
She was a little nervous about the concept. After all, first of all she probably wasn't that accustomed to lesbianism, just as she had said.
And, secondly, she was making it with her own mother.
"Just relax, baby," mom said softly, "Let your mother have herself a little bit of fun. If you can just let yourself go it's gonna be that much more fun for you as well as for me."
Mom began to work her fingers more quickly than before over Mary's mound. Her fingers slid with smooth rhythm and grace. I recognized the finger movements, since she had utilized them ever so effectively on my cock.
"Let yourself go, Mary," I said, getting steamed up watching the action. "Just let her play with your snatch. You can get so excited that way."
Mary looked at me with a worried expression. Then she looked back at mom. I could see from mom's expression that she was having a ball. A smile surfaced on her lips as she maneuvered her fingers more quickly than before over the surface of her lover's mound.
"Ah, Mary, you've got such a nice pussy," mom said. "I really love working my fingers over it, baby. What a nice snatch. Ah, my fingers are really going to work."
Mom stroked convincingly, and the faster that her fingers flew over Mary's mound, the more that I could tell that Mary was beginning to relax.
"Let yourself go, Mary," I encouraged as best I could. "Mom's having a blast, I'm having a blast watching you, so there's no reason why you shouldn't be having a blast getting your pussy massaged."
"This is a lot of fun," Mary finally exclaimed. "You're right, mom. I really did need this. Oh, did I need it."
"Yes, and this is just the beginning," mom said. "I'm getting you warmed up for something else."
"You mean you want to go all the way with me?"
"I mean that I want to go down on baby's mound and suck her. I want to taste you, Mary. I want to taste my own little girl."
"It sounds so much more exciting now," Mary laughed. "You really are proving your point with your finger movements. Oh, that's nice, you're really giving me a workout on my fur patch. Ah, as a matter-of-fact, I'm already beginning to show a little moisture down there in my pussy. Yes, you're bringing the moisture out of there."
"Of course I am. Persistent finger movements like this will always bring results."
"I really believe it. Keep up the finger action, dear. Ah, keep fingering me. That's good. You're great. Finger my snatch."
"I think you ought to start going down on her now, mom, you really need to work your tongue over her snatch," I exclaimed. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm real eager to watch it"
"I can see you are. We're not going to have to wait any longer," she informed me.
Mom suddenly released her fingers from Mary's pussy. She leaned forward and kissed her snatch. Mary's whole body twitched as mom applied her hot red lips to Mary's moist snatch.
"Ah, does that tickle," Mary exclaimed. "It really feels good when you touch my snatch."
"Certainly it does," mom chuckled. "I know how to provide people with sensations. And I'm going to supply you with many more. Just wait until I get my tongue working."
"When are you going to do it?" Mary asked impatiently. "I need it right now. This very second."
"That's what I was waiting to hear you say," mom said. "You want me to get it working this very second. I couldn't receive a better sign than that. I'll get it working. I'll drive my tongue in your mound. I'll really get you excited."
Mary let her legs slide apart. She wanted to give mom every possible opportunity to move forward.
Mom licked her lips several times seductively, then let her fingers clutch against Mary's breasts.
"You sure do have a nice set of knockers," mom said. "I love touching your tits, my sweet. Just wait until I get my tongue working in your gash. You'll just love it. Your body will twist and turn on this bed, and then finally you're gonna juice. You're gonna shoot your hot stuff into my mound. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
"Whatever you say. Oh, am I ever ready. I really want it, darling. You can supply me with such beautiful action. I know you're gonna do a great job. Come on and start the sucking. I can't stand still any more talking. I need to juice inside you. Work your tongue, lover. Come on and let it go to work. I really need it."
"That's all that I needed," mom laughed. "Just a little encouragement."
"Suck her snatch, mom," I said. "Give her the same kind of beautiful fucking that you've given my cock."
"I think I can manage that," mom said.
But before mom actually turned her tongue loose on Mary's hot pussy, she leaned forward, puckered up, and once more deposited her lips against Mary's snatch.
"Damned but that tickles," Mary laughed. "Go ahead, mom, and start the sucking. Oh, if you only knew how badly I need it. I really need for you to slide your tongue over my mound. You've got to bring me off, baby."
Perhaps Mary had been upset earlier over the prospect of having sex with mom. That was something in the past. Now she just lay there, enjoying every productive hot tongue stab that her mother sent forward.
"That's what I call a thorough job," Mary said. "Grind your tongue around my twat, baby. Oh, my clit is just crying out with excitement. Your tongue is doing it. Your tongue couldn't be any better. Oh, keep sliding it."
The burning sensations continued within Mary as mom kept up her tempo, driving her tongue ever deeper inside Mary's gash.
"Keep driving your tongue, don't let up," Mary said. "You almost have me there. Oh, there's no way that a person can take very much of this kind of action. It's just plain too much. Your tongue is too much. Oh, you know all the ropes. You know just how to work it. I can hardly believe that you never sucked another woman's snatch. Keep on wiggling your tongue over my snatch, baby."
While mom continued to eagerly work her tongue over Mary's pussy, she reached out and grabbed her buttocks. She clutched at the skin ever so firmly and tightly as she continued her efforts, whip lashing her tongue around Mary's box, driving my young sister that much closer to an eager climax.
"You're doing it now, mom, your really got her where you want her," I said. "It isn't going to take you much longer to get her there. She's gonna juice in your mouth, mom. You're gonna be tasting her pussy juices. You're getting her there with your hot tongue stabs. Keep driving your tongue, honey. Work her ever closer."
Mom's spirited movements kept pushing Mary that much closer. Her ass cheeks would twist back and forth whenever she would get excited beyond a certain point. All the while she was moving precipitously closer, ever nearer the point when the juices would spray from her mound and into mom's mouth.
"I want to spill my juice," Mary announced. "I want to spill it in your mouth, mom. Oh, the tongue is twisting even faster. Yes, oh, yes, you've got me there. Just keep working. A few more strokes. That's really all that I need. Oh, baby, I don't need much more in the way of attention than that. You've done a perfect job with your tongue"
Mom let her fingers drop down to Mary's thighs. She clutched at them with firm determination and resolve as she kept up her spirited tongue movements, driving Mary ever closer to the brink.
"I'm there, that's it," Mary exclaimed. "Oh, swallow it, baby, oh, I love watching you swallow it. You're gulping it, honey, and that's nice. Oh, you did it, you did it, you really did it."
Mom conscientiously stuck with the load, swallowing every droplet of the pussy juice that spilled out of Mary's mound.
I got horny all over again just watching. It seemed like I could cum buckets for an entire evening just being around two such beautiful, enticing women.
Mom had a real look of accomplishment on her face as she finally removed her tongue from Mary's mound.
"That's what I call a real suck," I told her. "I was encouraged by the beauty of your wonderful sister," mom said.
"She looks just like you," I said.
CHAPTER ll
Mary looked at mom.
"You know, I just can't believe that you never sucked a gal's pussy before," she said.
"What makes it so difficult to believe that I never had?"
"The fact that your movements were so comfortable. I mean, once you got moving you knew just how to titillate me. You really did a beautiful job on my clitoris."
"Of course, I never said that I hadn't done it, did I?
"We just assumed it," I blurted out.
"Never assume anything, my wonderful, lovely children," mom smiled. "I said I hand hang-ups. I did. I was like Mary. I didn't want to believe that there was really something to it. But I did have a lover just before I met your father. She was very beautiful. We shared an apartment together. It was a fantastic experience."
"No fooling, then you did have a great lesbian affair," I said.
"I loved this one chick. Then we went our own separate ways. She got married and so did I. We haven't seen each other since. Tell you the truth, I think we were afraid to prolong the relationship. We dug each other quite a bit"
"We're finding out all kinds of things about each other," Mary said. "All I know is that you got me so worked up that I want to have sex with Jerry again. Just look at the size of his prick."
"It'll be up there all night as long as I watch action like I just did."
"Let's get down to business, lover," Mary said.
She moved toward me quickly, her body pushing forward with cat-like grace.
She slipped her tongue inside my mouth. Once again we were engaging in one of those beautiful French kisses that we loved so much.
While our tongues merged, I" reached down and ran my fingers over her buttocks. While I was clutching at Mary's lovely ass. cheeks, she worked her fingers up and down my back.
We kept up our beautiful tongue kissing for several minutes, after which she ended the kiss by removing her tongue from my mouth.
Mary kept looking at me.
"I want you to really make wild love to me," she said. "Start using your tongue all over me, honey. I want you to work it over my tits."
"Go ahead," mom encouraged. "We don't have all that much time before your father comes home Let's make every minute count."
I leaned forward and let my tongue go to work sliding against Mary's left breast. She lay back and enjoyed my tongue assault, heaving loud sighs as she looked at me.
"Keep your tongue in high gear," she laughed. "Ah, I knew you'd love my beautiful tits, honey. After all, they feel very good. They're warm and firm. They're just made to order for your tongue. Keep driving your tongue around them, honey."
I kept my fingers working over one tit for a few minutes and then slid it over toward the other, repeating the same kind of speedy, blinding movements.
I kept up the fervent tongue efforts, working my tongue over her tits as I got her that much more excited.
"Pour that tongue into her," mom said as she watched every bit of unfolding action. "You're really doing a job on her, baby."
I liked hearing that kind of a compliment coming from mom, who really knew the score when it came to sex.
My tongue left a steady trail of saliva over both Mary's left and right breast.
When I removed my tongue from her right breast, I let it slip inside her left ear lobe.
"That's the way to do it," Mary said. "When I said I wanted a tongue bath, that meant I wanted it in all kinds of different exotic places. Just keep your tongue busily working, baby."
I sucked at her left ear lobe, then reached out and administered a love bite to the edge of her ear. That really got her excited.
"Ah, it feels so good when you touch my ear that way," she said. "You can keep up those movements, then, after I'd gotten her good and excited through the tongue efforts, I reached out and nibbled at her ear. This time I nibbled even more sharply than before.
"You're very effective," Mary sighed, "your tongue and teeth are really getting the job done, honey. Just keep going, baby. Oh, keep your tongue working. Ah, keep the teeth working. That's what I like. Oh, I really like the movements."
I removed my tongue and teeth from Mary's ear, then figured that it was time for me to allow my tongue to go to work on her thighs.
Mom kept watching proudly, happy that her son and daughter were able to excite one another to such an extent.
My tongue explored her left thigh searchingly. I kept slipping it around every crevice of hot flesh.
"Suck my thigh," she said. "You're finding all my erogenous zones, baby. Slide it fast, honey, slide it hard. Put a lot of emphasis into your movements. Drive your tongue forward, baby. Ah, you're really doing it. You're really sliding your tongue. You're really getting me good and excited."
Back and forth I busily kept up my pace, sending my tongue moving with great eagerness over her thigh.
Once that I figured that I had given her left thigh a sufficient amount of attention, I slipped my tongue over toward her right thigh, repeating the same process. All the while her body kept getting more and more heated up. Her ass cheeks bounced gracefully on the bed as she gladly accepted every tongue stroke that I sent her way.
"You're really giving me the kind of tongue bath I dreamed about," she giggled. "Just look at the way my body twists. When my hips and ass cheeks are moving this fast you just know I'm excited. You know I'm damned excited. Oh, keep your tongue going. I really love the pace you're setting. Drive your tongue, lover."
I kept sending my surging tongue into her, and every time that I would get her excited with my hot, flowing movements, she would ask for more. I could see that my sister had an insatiable lust for sex. I didn't mind that one bit, since I had the same thing myself.
"I wish you'd go to my butt," she said. "I wish you'd lick it, honey. I wish you'd lick my ass cheeks. I really would like that."
Before I moved on to Mary's buttocks, however, I wanted to see to it that I got more in the way of excitement from the thigh sucking. It was such great fun moving my tongue over her thighs, and I was determined to see to it that she got the proper amount of excitement from me..
As for mom, she could hardly take it just sitting there. Even though she enjoyed watching good sex, she wanted to participate in it even more.
"You two are really going at it," she laughed. "I must say that you get your oversexed dispositions from me. That must be it."
Mom couldn't have been any more correct.
Anyhow, something had really gotten into me. There was no way that I could stop. My own tongue kept spinning out of control, driving against Mary's thigh.
I finally decided that it was time for me to go to work on her buttocks, just as she had suggested.
I clutched Mary's ankles, then let my tongue go to work on her left ass cheek.
It felt great allowing my tongue to run smoothly over the warm flesh, and as I stepped up the pace, the excitement within her increased that much more.
"Keep your tongue busy," she encouraged. "You really love to put it to work, I know you do, I can tell. Oh, what a brisk tongue you have. You really know how to use it, lover. Oh, keep it spinning on my butt. Keep it going on my ass cheek, lover. Oh, what a tongue you have. And what a butt I have. I have a pretty ass. You know I do. That's why you're getting so excited. You wouldn't get this excited over just any ass. No, it has to be a glamorous butt, and that I definitely have. You love my butt, honey, you're really attracted to it. You enjoy the idea of sucking it."
My tongue kept on working over her left ass cheek. I then switched it over to her right, and as I continued picking up the rhythm, she twisted her ass with beauty and grace.
My lovely sister was like symmetry in motion. She was like a great dancer, knowing just the proper movements to make at the right time.
When my tongue began to get tired from the furious pace that I was setting, I released it
"This time I need something different, I need to get my cock off inside your ass-hole," I said.
"You really do want to do something wild," she laughed.
"You can hardly blame him," mom chimed in. "After all, you turned him on with the way you were twisting your buttocks around. Not only that, but you had him sucking your ass cheeks. If that wouldn't get him excited for sodomy, just what would?"
"Then you're saying I brought this on," Mary laughed.
"I sure as hell am. What else could I think under the circumstances?"
"I guess you two do have a very good point," Mary said. "I wish you'd do one thing first, though, honey."
"Just say it. I want to get you excited every way I know how," I said.
"I'd like for you to go down on my mound. And while you're doing that you can finger fuck my ass-hole. How would that grab you?"
"Real fine. Now you're talking my language."
"I let some big muscle-bound football player fuck me up the ass-hole a few months ago," Mary laughed. "I haven't let anybody do it since. Come to think of it, my ass is still sore from it."
"I'll try not to be such a brute," I promised.
"Actually some of it I liked," Mary exclaimed. "It was just that this guy came on a little bit too strong. He didn't have to really hurt me that much. But some of the pain is fascinating."
"It's what they call a pleasure-pain syndrome," mom said.
"How long has it been since you've been fucked up the ass?" Mary looked at mom and grinned.
"I think I'll take the fifth amendment on that one," mom said. "No, actually I haven't had too much in the way of that kind of experience."
"Maybe that's a great pity," Mary said.
"Perhaps it is," mom said. "I'll tell you what, though. I would like to get in on this three-way."
"Just how shall we do it?" I asked.
"Give me a little time to think that one over," mom said. "In the meantime you can be getting your sister all worked up with some nice snatch sucking. You can do that and finger her ass-hole."
"I guess mom's calling the shots," Mary looked at me and smiled.
"Some of them at any rate," I concurred.
I reached down with my right index finger and probed Mary's pussy ever so slowly.
"I'll give you a little finger action, then I'll put my tongue to work," I said.
"Don't give me too much. I'm so horny down there now, baby. I really need your tongue bad after all of that sensation you gave me sucking me all over."
"This is just a way of completing the tongue bath, I guess," I said.
"It certainly is."
I finally removed my finger from Mary's pussy. I dropped my head down between her legs, letting it connect with her snatch.
"You're off to a roaring start," Mary said. "Don't slow up, honey. Not for one second. I need fast movements. Oh, I need for you to put your tongue to work quickly. Drive it into me, baby. Move it, honey, and while you're doing it finger my ass-hole. Come on, darling, I need your finger my anus. Give me that kind of sensation. That's just the kind of beautiful cooperation I need."
I listened to Mary very closely. While my tongue continued to connect with her mound, I reached out and slipped my left index finger into her ass-hole.
It was only too clear to me that she expected fast movements. What with her pussy being as agitated as it was, I knew that I had to finger fuck her ass-hole sharply. Not only that, but I wanted to get Mary as ready as possible for the pussy sucking that I would soon be supplying for her.
"Keep driving your tongue into me. Oh, and finger fuck me," Mary said. "This is what I call action. Keep it going, honey. Suck me faster. Stab your finger in my ass-hole. Oh, do it, baby, really go to work. I want it, honey. Oh, I really want it. I want to juice in your mouth. I'm going to be doing it. Oh, it won't take me long, baby, work your tongue, lover. Slide it over my snatch. Drive it into my pussy. Oh, suck the juice out of me."
While my tongue kept on effectively stabbing inside Mary's pussy, I blasted away with my finger, working it ever higher into her ass-hole.
"You're doing a good job," mom called out. "Just keep your finger in her ass-hole, baby. She's real sensitive there. I can see it. She'll be a great ass fuck, because she's got a sensitive ass. Just keep driving your finger in there. Keep sucking her."
I plunged my finger devastatingly into her rectum, then moved her that much close to the point of climax.
"Make me juice," Mary called out. "Oh, pry it loose from my mound, honey. Finger fuck my ass-hole. Oh, what sensations you're giving me. I'm gonna juice. Oh, there I go. Ah, honey, this stuff is shooting out of me. Eat it, baby. Go ahead, gobble down every drop. Eat my pussy juice. Suck out my snatch. What a beautiful feeling, baby. Oh, only you can give me that kind of wonderful sensation. Yes, lover, I'm there. Oh, I'm really there."
Mom kept on watching every unfolding moment with great interest as she observed Mary shooting her pussy juices into my mouth.
Naturally I went after every delectable droplet, eating her hot desserts, then removing my finger from her ass-hole and my tongue from her mound.
"I think that's just the kind of prelude that you both needed before getting in some wild ass fucking," mom speculated. "That is really what you needed."
"That's for sure," Mary said. "Now I'm pretty well adjusted."
"I'm gonna get in on this too," mom said. "We're going to have a beautiful three-way."
CHAPTER 12
The longer that mom looked at Mary, the hungrier the expression became on her face.
"As I said, I want in on this three-way, and I know just what I do want," she exclaimed.
"What's that?" I asked curiously.
"I want to sit on my little girl's face and get my pussy eaten."
"Oh, that really does sound like a session," I laughed. "In other words, while I'm ramming my hard dick into Mary's ass-hole, you can be sitting on her face and getting your box eaten. Mary will really get a beautiful two-way sensation from that. She'll get my prick up her ass, and meanwhile she'll be sucking.your mound."
"Precisely, my dear. I think that would be a beautiful way of instilling excitement in my daughter."
"Maybe your daughter would like to have something to say about it," Mary said. "The floor is yours."
"I think it's great."
"Then let's get started. You know, kids, we only have a few stolen moments together when you think of it," mom said philosophically. "It's up to us to make the most of it."
"You're so right," I said. "So let's get moving right away. I know that the longer I fasten my eyes on beautiful Mary's ass-hole, the more eager I get."
"Which is perfectly understandable," Mary said. "If I do say so myself, I do have an enticing ass."
"I'm gonna slam my prick in your enticing ass," I told her impatiently. "I'm gonna start to do it right now."
Mom watched as I reached out and grabbed Mary's legs. I flipped them casually over my shoulders.
"I like having your shoulders locked there," I said. "That way I'm all ready to get a good fuck. Oh, am I ever gonna slam my pecker inside your ass-hole."
"Give it to me, baby. Perhaps I was childish in getting that afraid. I really want you, honey. Pump your cock into my ass-hole. Slide it in there, lover. You've really got to give it to me."
"That's the kind of cheerleading a guy-likes," I said.
"As a matter-of-fact, I'll give you one other tip. You folks have thought about how to agitate my ass-hole and my tongue, but how about my pussy?"
"There's nobody to fuck you there," mom laughed.
"No, but is there anything wrong with a little finger stimulation in my snatch?" she asked.
"That's not a bad idea," my face lit up with excitement. "Hey, that way you'll be getting it every which way. You'll be getting a cock up your ass-hole, your tongue will be plunging into mom's box, and I'll be moving my finger around inside your snatch."
"That's just what I'm after, some beautiful fucking," Mary exclaimed. "Just get busy, honey. Let's have a fantastic three-way. I know we can really make passionate music."
"We've done it before and we can do it again," I said. "And we've got mom thrown in now, too. We can't miss. As a matter-of-fact, without mom's guidance I don't know where we'd be."
"I like to hear that kind of flattery," mom smiled.
About that time I could think of only one thing, plunging my pecker devastatingly inside Mary's ass-hole.
I reached inside Mary's anus and let my finger move smoothly inside her a few times. I got her warmed up all the more, causing her body to squirm.
"Come on and send your pecker inside me," she said. "You've really got to plunge it, honey. Drive it inside there, baby. Move it hard and fast."
I removed my finger from her anus, then shoved my cock forward, permitting it to slide inside her ass-hole.
I liked the way that her body twitched on the basis of my first few forceful stabs. Back and forth I kept on resolutely fucking, driving my cock forward, sending it high into her anus.
"Ah, you're so tight, you're so good," I said.
"Play with my pussy," she gasped. "And while that's happening, come on, mom. Plant your ass-hole in my face. I want to suck your mound. I want to bring you off."
Mom sensed that the time was right. She slipped her ass over Mary's head. She let it come to rest only a scant few inches from Mary's tongue.
"Ah, now I'm really gonna have it," Mary said. "I'm really gonna be getting it every which way and it's gonna be so much fun. Yes, go ahead, lover, and keep fucking my ass-hole. I'm gonna suck your pussy, mom, I'm gonna bring off your juices."
It even turned me on that much more when I observed the captivating sight of Mary turning her tongue loose inside mom's pussy. I liked the way that mom would conscientiously grind her hips, smiling broadly as she enjoyed every thrusting movement that Mary was planting inside her mound.
"Keep up your busy attack," mom said. "Oh, lover, you're not afraid to use it. You're really setting a blistering pace in my mound. That's what I like, lover. Keep grinding that tongue inside my mound."
Meanwhile I was keeping up my brisk cock assault, driving my prick forward, sending my steely rod ever deeper inside Mary's anus.
I made certain that I timed my finger movements over her mound to coincide beautifully with my cock stabs. My burning efforts were really getting to her. I drilled my dick all the way into her ass-hole, plunging high into her rectum, pushing myself that much closer to climax.
"Keep up that beautiful fucking, you've really got a nice cock on you," mom complimented. "Oh, honey, you're doing a great job on my box. You're going to be bringing me off before you know it. Just keep your tongue going. Oh, what a nice tongue you have, lover. Keep sliding it in my mound. Oh, what nice movements. What beautiful movements. Keep driving that hot tongue in my box."
As for me, I kept on playing with Mary's pussy. I noticed that whenever I would step up the pace and finger her mound quicker, she would in turn start sucking mom's pussy that much faster. There was a definite correlation, and the longer that I observed it, the more fascinating the whole thing became.
But my basic attention was being directed toward her ass-hole. My cock was like a torpedo, shoving high and hard, pushing pulsatingly ever deeper into her anus.
Every now and then I would grind my teeth and thrust even harder, enjoying the stroking sensations, loving every movement that I would put forward in her ass-hole. All the while I was driving myself that much closer to a devastating climax. I was waiting to unleash my juices in her anus.
"Keep fucking her," mom exclaimed. "The better you fuck her, the better the suck I get. Oh, the way that girl is twisting her tongue around in my mound. It's downright beautiful."
I would fasten my eyes every now and then on what was happening with mom. Her legs were trembling now whereas they hadn't been in the beginning. I could see that she was really getting carried away under the passionate excitement of the sucking experience.
My finger movements reached the level of intensity wherein Mary just couldn't hold back any longer. The juices began to spill into my hand, and I loved it, just loved the idea of feeling her spurting juices.
"I knew that would happen," I said. "You couldn't withstand a pace like that very long, baby. Not with me doing all that I was for you. Oh, I'm really projecting my cock inside your ass-hole now, baby. I'm really driving it. I'm pushing myself closer. Oh, I can't hold out, baby, I'm really beginning to feel it in my balls."
That was the damned truth. My balls were getting more agitated with every forceful thrust that I directed toward her ass-hole.
The thing I really loved about Mary was her tightness. She knew just how to twist her buttocks to provide me with the most convincing of fucks.
Also, as I moved my way closer to climax, I removed my fingers from her pussy and concentrated both hands on her legs. I clutched at her hips, holding on to them sharply, loving it as I drove my cock zealously forward, propelling it into her ass-hole, surging my pecker toward the moment of exhilarating truth.
"I'm gonna unload," I explained. "Ah, I'm gonna be juicing very soon. What a beautiful cock I've got. Oh, I'm proud of it Proud of the way I'm slamming it into your ass-hole, honey. Yes, oh, yes, what beautiful sensations I'm getting. It's so nice to fuck you this way. Oh, I'm there, I'm there."
At that point I observed the hot white jissum beginning to spray out of the end of my pecker.
The juice just kind of surged out of there, splashing voluminously out of my pecker, leaving me with a magnificent feeling of triumph. I had worked hard to push myself to this point, and now I was making certain that I enjoyed every moment.
"Ah, it's so good, nothing could feel better," I gasped. "Oh, what could beat an orgasm like this? Oh, honey, what a hot ass you've got."
The fact that I was getting worked up had a chain reaction effect. As Mary felt the juices spilling from my cock she in turn worked her tongue that much more quickly as it twisted around mom's box.
As for mom, she in turn got extremely agitated as well. She liked those beautiful sensations of Mary's tongue twisting around inside her box.
"I'm gonna juice myself," she sighed. "There's only so much in the way of sensation that anybody can take. I've been pushed to my limit and beyond. Oh, this girl, what a tongue she's got. She can really work it. Oh, honey, just keep sliding it inside my mound. Oh, I'm there, I'm really there. Oh, I'm juicing, what a wonderful feeling. Yes, oh, I've juiced."
Mom heaved a deep sigh. Just as the last few droplets of the creamy white goo was shooting from my dick, I observed mom unloading her pussy juices into Mary's mouth.
"Give her hell, mom, shoot it into her mouth," I laughed. "Fuck her in the mouth, that's it, you're really doing it. You're really unloading."
"Ah, what a feeling," mom smiled. "Go ahead, honey, eat it, baby. Eat every bit of it. Oh, go after every droplet of the hot stuff. Go get it, baby. Oh, go get it, honey, you've got it, baby. You've got my load."
They were both drained of emotion and physical strength after that.
I looked over at mom and Mary, who were lying in each other's arms. Their bodies were covered with sweat. They had pushed themselves to beyond their limits. They were extremely tired.
As for me, I had done the same thing. I had gotten extremely carried away during the hot, anxiety-ridden sex acts.
I knew I was ready for a good night's sleep.
CHAPTER 13
Mom and I didn't get another opportunity to have sex for about one week.
Dad spent some more time around the house, and that made both of us jumpy. I could remember a time when mom would complain like hell over the fact that he wasn't spending more time at home. Now she had not only reconciled herself to the fact that he would be spending a lot of time out. She actually wanted him to. She was hoping that we would have the coast to ourselves more often.
Needless to say, what with the old man around, I didn't have much of a chance to even talk with Mary, much less go to bed with her. She knew that there was no chance, so she went out on dates with other guys. That bugged the hell out of me. I wanted to be in their place.
Several times I talked to her about it, when the old man wasn't around. She told me that she would only have sex with me under very special conditions.
"I got carried away the other time because I was so horny," she pointed out.
"I gave you a good fuck, didn't I?"
"You gave me a very good one, darling. But I'm a little afraid about getting carried away. You see, you're a very attractive young man. I wouldn't want to go through life with a hang-up like that. Wanting to go to bed with my brother all the time."
I figured that it was futile to argue the point with her, so I didn't say anything. I knew mom didn't have a hang-up of that nature, and she wasn't going out at all. She was just waiting for the chance to get involved in sex with me again.
One night the old man went out. I had a feeling that something was going to happen.
I was as nervous as a cat, but I just sat around doing my homework. At least I tried to do it. I never had much success at it. Particularly when I was horny.
At one point I thought I heard mom calling out to me. I wondered if perhaps my own desires weren't making me imagine things. There was only one way to find out, and that was by investigating.
I slammed the book shut that I had been trying to concentrate on, then walked toward the bathroom, which was where the sounds were coming from.
"Did you say something to me, mom?" I asked. "It sounded like somebody was calling out"
"I certainly was, dear. Were you in your room."
"Yes, I was."
"Well, the opportunity that we've been waiting for, for several days is here. How would you like to take advantage of it?"
"That sounds very good."
"That's fine. I'll tell you what. You just take off your clothes, then come in here."
"Are you in the tub?" I asked, believing that I had detected the sound of water hitting her body.
"I certainly am. I want you to run some soap over me That'll get me real excited. It'll get you excited, too. As a matter-of-fact, once that you soap me down, I guess maybe I'll do the same thing for you."
Just hearing her talk that way was enough to get my cock hard. I looked down at my huge erection and knew that I would soon be making the big hit with mom.
"I'll be right in in a second," I said happily, scurrying back to my room.
I must have set some kind of speed record in taking off my clothes. Anyhow, I got them off quickly, and as I removed everything, I felt impelled to practically run into the bathroom.
I walked swiftly toward the door, opening it and stepping into the bathroom.
"Do I look sexy?" mom asked laughingly.
She was gleefully splashing water around as she lay there in the tub, letting her legs dangle over the edges of it.
"Those legs of yours couldn't look better," I said. "Of course you look sexy."
"I'm glad to hear that. I thought that it might be nice for us to try something a little different. like fucking in the tub."
"You really want to make it here?"
"Let's at least think about it. I'll tell you what. How about you just starting o move your fingers around. We'll see just how far we want to carry things."
"I'll say one thing about you, mom. You never stop thinking."
"Not when it comes to sex."
"It's good to be creative, I guess."
"Hell, yes. I hate these people who are unimaginative when they fuck. I mean, it's just spreading your legs, seeing a cock shoved in your slit, and that's it. With us we do all kinds of wonderful things. Isn't that so."
"That's right."
"Climb into the tub, honey. I'd like for you to take that fresh bar of soap over there and run it up and down my back. I want you to massage me with a little soap. That'll make me feel so good."
A big grin flashed on my face. I really liked the idea of giving mom that kind of attention. Believe it or not I don't think I would ever have thought about making it with her in the tub. It wasn't really that far-fetched an idea. It's just that I guess I had a stereotyped image in my mind of having to fuck in bed. You don't have to. You can fuck anywhere. At least I could.
When I climbed into the tub, I picked up the bar of soap, which was resting next to the tub.
I sat behind mom, spreading my legs, enjoying the fact that she was pressed between my legs.
I moved the soap up and down her back. I loved touching her skin, and knew that she was getting delightful sensations from my movements.
"How do you like that?" I asked. "That feels downright super, honey. Oh, I feel so good. You're doing such a good job with that soap. You're really running it up and down my back. Do it even faster."
The longer I let the slick soap bar move up and down mom's back, the quicker that my movements became. She would lie there and gasp, enjoying the stabs. I knew I was doing a convincing job on her. I recognized, too, that the more convincing the job I did, the hotter she would get and the more eager she would become concerning the prospect of a good hot fuck.
"You're really moving the soap," she said. "But I wish you'd switch the action now. Move it over my tits. Won't that be great, letting the soap clash with my hot breasts?"
"That will be fun," I laughed. "You really are something, mom. I never thought you would have gone down on Mary, but you did. She's got hang-ups about it, unfortunately. And she's got hang-ups about the fuck she had with me."
"I know, the poor dear. Well, she's a very young girl. Of course she's older than you. But, then again, you're so mature, the way that you accept these things. You've really been wonderful to me, honey. Now just work that soap around my tits. Start out with my left one. Really go to work, baby."
With great pleasure I followed her request. I got the soap working, manipulating it over her left tit. Busily I kept up my movements, watching with great delight as she smiled contentedly, nodding her head with great appreciation.
"That's what I call action," she said. "You're really moving the soap, baby. Oh, push it against my tit. Doesn't it feel good? "
"You've got such nice ripe, firm breasts. They're fantastic."
"Of course they are. They're just made to finger or run something over, aren't they?"
"Yes, you've got such a beautiful body. Oh, the excitement is really flowing. You can feel it in the air. You can feel the sex currents, can't you?"
"You really can. Now move the soap over to my right tit. I want you to give me some good action there, honey. I want it, baby. I really want it from you. You're just perfect, honey. Oh, are you ever good."
When I moved the soap over to her right breast, manipulating it briskly, she enjoyed the luxurious movements. I was moving it in a lot speedier fashion than I had over her left breast.
"Keep the soap going," she said excitedly. "Oh, my dear. That's good. You know, my pussy is really heating up now. Oh, you're really accomplishing something. You can take it away now."
As I removed the soap from her right tit, she splashed her body beneath the water. My cock hardened a little more as I observed the sexy sight of her beautiful body submerged in the water.
Once she lifted it, it was completely rinsed.
"Now play with my pussy," she said. "Soap it down, honey. There's nothing like getting a little bit of wonderful action for your cunt."
"I don't blame you for asking for it," I laughed. "I'll give it to you, honey. I'll give you more than you bargained for."
"I'll just bet that you will," she smiled. "Oh, yes, love. You know what I like."
With burning desire I continued to work the soap on her snatch. I wanted to work quickly, to get her as excited as could be.
From the very beginning my movements bore fruit. She kicked her legs in the water, laughing girlishly, splashing water all over the place.
"It's great to let yourself go," she said. "Oh, keep the soap moving, baby, keep manipulating it over my mound. Ah, that I like. You're something, honey. Oh, you can't beat this kind of movement."
I continued to set a blistering pace with the soap, allowing it to constantly plunge against her mound. All the while the intensity that she felt became more pronounced. Mom kept kicking at the water, enjoying everything that was happening to her.
Naturally her excitement was transferred to me as I kept on with my movements.
"You can turn the soap loose," she finally said. "There's only so much excitement that a girl can take, honey. I've certainly had my quota and more."
I released the soap from her cunt, watching as mom splashed once more in the water, rinsing off her pussy.
"Ah, now I want to soap down your prick," she said.
I lay down in the water and watched as mom rose slowly, picking up the soap bar.
"This looks like a hell of a lot of fun," I laughed, splashing a little water with my feet.
"It sure as hell is. Just wait until I finish soaping down your dick. You're gonna want to juice with it."
"I want to do that right now."
"You're gonna feel even more like it by the time I get through."
"You know all the ropes," I laughed.
I watched as mom picked up the soap, then began to manipulate it up and down my hard pecker.
"That's very nice," I nodded. "Yes, oh, keep the soap moving. I really like it. Work it over my cock, baby. Ah, yes, you're good at it What you said was true. You can't beat it. You just can't. There's too much sensation there."
My whole body quivered as she kept up her exploratory movements, running the bar of soap up and down the full length of my thoroughly aroused pecker.
"Just a few more strokes," I told her, "Oh, put that soap to work, baby. You're really doing a swell job for me. Oh, keep it going."
Mom worked the soap at the quickest possible pace, letting it explore my hot penis with sharp, blistering strides.
"You'd better stop now," I said, "or I'll have to juice."
Mom smilingly withdrew the soap from my cock, then leaned over and kissed my lips.
She has succeeded in her objective. She had made me so hot that I didn't know what to do. Or, come to think of it, I did know what to do. I wanted to fuck.
CHAPTER 14
I watched as mom slipped her body back down into the tub, letting her sexy legs dangle luxuriously over the sides of the tub.
"I guess you know what I'm doing with my legs spread," she told me.
"You want me to plant my prick in your pussy right now?"
"I'd like nothing better."
"Right here?"
"I couldn't think of a better place," she said. "Naturally, my dear. Just slide your cock inside my mound. You can do a beautiful job of it. You can really stab your dick in my snatch. Give me a hot, fast ride. Keep your cock moving. Give it to me, baby."
I reached down and let my fingers toy with mom's pussy a few moments. All it took were a few strokes. After that her whole body was squirming, ready to anticipate my forceful thrusts.
"You really like that kind of action, don't you?" I smiled.
"Of course I do. Come on, baby, ram your pecker in me. Oh, do I need it. Just lying there all those nights thinking about you and not being able to do anything about it. That's an uncomfortable feeling."
"Tell me all about it. I've felt the same way."
"I wish you would French with me while you are ramming your cock in. At least for the first few strokes. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth and your prick in my pussy."
"That sounds like a pretty good game plan," I chuckled.
"Sure it is. Just go to work, sweetheart. Plant your cock inside me. I want to feel your warm, inviting penis in my mound. It feels so good when you're thrusting that way."
"Fine, I'll do that."
"Please go ahead, baby. Stick that lightning cock of yours inside me. Plunge it good and hard. Come on and give it to me. Penetrate me."
Her words were really getting to me. I was waiting with great anticipation to slam my cock inside her for the first time, to dent her mound, to pump and stab forcefully and aggressively with my prick inside her pussy.
I leaned forward and looked down at my cock. It was ready to go, and had been for quite some time. Mom's little exercise with the soap, however, really got me close to the point where there was no other way. I had almost had to juice right there.
I noticed there was still a little soap left at the tip of my cock, so I let it drop down toward the water. I watched the water splash against my cock, removing the remaining soap.
"Get set for a good stiff pecker shot," I told her.
"Yes, honey, and remember the tongue stab."
"I'll give it to you, baby. I'll really exercise the old pecker in your mound and my tongue in your mouth."
Relentlessly I plunged forward, driving my huge erect instrument inside her mound.
I blasted away, planting my dick in her sharply, driving it good and hard in her mound while I let my tongue enter her mouth.
Mom was ready for my tongue. As I let it dart against hers, she in turn splashed back, allowing her tongue to dent against mine with feverish impact.
While I kept Frenching with her devastatingly and slamming my cock ever sharply into her pussy, I reached down with both hands and permitted my fingers to go to work on her ass cheeks.
I loved clutching at her buttocks. It really did me a world of good to make steady contact with her buttocks while I kept up my fucking and tongue stabs.
The blistering pace continued, and all the while I was pushing myself that much closer to orgasm.
When I finally removed my tongue from her mouth, I proclaimed loudly:
"I'm moving my fingers to the tits. I want to play with your hot breasts."
"Give me plenty of action there, my dear. Oh, yes, lover. I really need that kind of sensation. Drive your cock into me. Oh, stab it into me sharply, baby. Ah, drive the cock forward. Plunge it, honey. I want your pecker. Oh, do I ever want your cock. Propel it forward, baby. Oh, honey, I'm just about there."
I kept up my sharp radar-like stabs, shoving my cock into her, driving it brilliantly as I pushed that much closer to the moment of devastating impact when I would juice.
A few brisk strokes later the hot white juice began to spill out of the end of my spear.
"Ah, I'm there, I'm shooting, feel the hot stuff," I said.
Mom's body kept twisting resolutely in the water as the stream of pecker juice kept on spilling from out of my dick.
"Keep fucking me, oh, shove your cock into my mound," mom exclaimed. "Oh, keep up the forceful cock work, baby. Oh, drive it into me. What a fucker you are, sweetheart. You're so good at it. Oh, keep it going, honey. Oh, keep driving your cock, baby. Ah, I can feel that juice. Oh, baby, I'm shooting myself. We're making it together. That's such a wonderful feeling, honey. Ah, do I love it. Oh, I really do."
When I removed my cock from her mound, I still felt a good deal of excitement inside my balls. As I had said before, I'd been through a real horny period when I hadn't been able to get action.
"I want you again," I said. "I sure wish that you could get your tongue to work on my cock."
"L would love it, honey. Just hang in there and I'll go right to work."
"Play with my dick."
"First I'll soap it a little," she laughed.
I had never seen this particular side of mom before. She could be as playful as a schoolgirl when she wanted to be. She picked up the bar of soap, and as she did I noticed the gleam in her eyes. She was like a mischievous little kid out on a lark.
She started out by soaping my balls ever so thoroughly.
"I'll bet that tickles like hell," she laughed.
"It sure does," I said. "It tickles a whole lot. It really feels good, baby."
"Of course it does. I know my movements."
"I can see that. Damned but that feels good."
"Hang on, because I'm gonna give you a lot more."
"Start soaping my cock."
"Don't be impatient. I'm gonna work on the balls for just a little bitjonger, then I'm gonna work up the cock."
The longer that she manipulated the soap, the more I realized what she was doing. She wanted to get me at a fever pitch, then move on to the other action. It wasn't really a bad idea. She knew what the score was.when it came to getting me in a state of acute agitation.
Mom kept up her exploratory movements for a few more minutes, then began to move the soap up and down the full length of my cock.
"There you go," she said after making the switch. "How do you like that, baby?"
"I like it real nice."
"I'm gonna keep it up, honey. I'm gonna get you so hot that you're gonna be begging to go off. Then I'm gonna begin to work my tongue around your dick."
"You're gonna do a beautiful job of it. I just know you are."
"Don't I always?"
"You sure do. That's what makes me so confident."
Mom kept on flipping the soap up and down the full length of my dick. She really had me in a state of excitement and finally she turned the soap bar loose.
"Rinse off your cock," she told me. "Give it a good bath, baby, because I'm gonna be sucking on it pretty quick."
I splashed my rigid penis in the water while mom watched. I could tell from the expression on her face that she really meant business and was extra eager to get her tongue to work on my pecker.
I finished rinsing off my cock, after which mom picked up a towel.
"I'll dry it off thoroughly, then I'll see to it that my tongue supplies you with all kinds of kicks," she promised.
When mom briskly toweled off my cock, she got me so hot that once again I almost shot. Those movements that she had down to a science were downright fantastic. She knew just how to manipulate that towel over my dick.
"Ah, you know where it's at, those sensations are great," I said.
"I'm going to towel you off, then I'll really go to work."
"You sure are."
She removed the towel from my pecker, then got set to propel her tongue into motion. She slipped her tongue forward, permitting it to tease my testicles. She manipulated it in a slow, almost painstaking fashion.
"Ah, you're nursing me right along," I said. "I like that, baby. You're really doing it right. Ah, honey, you're so good with your tongue. Yes. Oh, are you ever great with it. Keep sliding it, baby. Oh, darling, that's good. Work it over my prick. Ah, slide it, honey, work it nice and fast. Suck my balls."
She gradually picked up the pace, working her tongue fervently until finally she was sliding it around at top speed, pumping ever so devastatingly as she worked it over my cock.
"Suck my penis," I exclaimed, "drive your tongue hard, baby. Oh, drive it fast over me. Suck me off, darling. Oh, give me a good suck job. Suck my dick. Drive your tongue over it. Ah, I can feel the excitement all over. My balls are tingling. I wish you'd touch them."
Mom zeroed in on my testicles, letting her fingers manipulate smoothly over them while she kept up her devastating sucking pace over my cock.
The longer that the action developed, the closer she moved me toward climax.
Just about the time that my cock was feeling the greatest agitation ever, mom went to work with her tongue on my balls, abruptly switching activity.
At first I didn't know how well I would like that, but soon I found out that I really enjoyed it. She was going wild with her tongue movements, planting her tongue ever so excitedly against my cock, getting me that much more aroused.
"I don't know how much more I can take," I sighed. "You're really good, honey. Ah, the way your tongue's moving. That's so good, baby. Oh, your tongue is on fire."
She kept up her movements for several more minutes, then transferred the action once more to my cock. Up and down she moved her tongue, and as she did her fingers kept on exploring my balls, playing with them, enjoying the movements.
Her head bobbed up and down as she continued her pace, driving her tongue, giving me the maximum action possible as she worked me closer to orgasm.
A few strokes later, I felt it was time to tell her that there was no way I could hold up any longer under this kind of magnificent impact.
"I've got to go, oh, I've got to juice," I said. "Ah, honey, I've got to shoot off my pecker. Lick my pecker juice out of me, baby. Oh, lick it clean, suck me dry. I'm gonna really spray. You're gonna get a hot load of my white stuff. It's gonna spill out of there, baby. Oh, yes, darling it really is. Go ahead, baby, go after it. Oh, you've got to have my load. Suck it. Oh, suck me dry."
I decided to give her all the additional comfort that I could, so I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the fervent strokes as she kept on sucking, pushing me that much closer.
"That tongue is like magic, keep working it," I said. "Slide it over my cock. Oh, I'm so hard, baby. Keep playing with my balls, honey. I like those double sensations. Play with my balls, suck my cock. Go after my burning dick juice. Oh, I really want it, baby. I really need it. Suck me, darling, oh, get the juice out of me. Yes, darling, oh, get it out of me, baby. Drive every drop of it out of there."
A few hot tongue stabs later, I felt the first few droplets of my cum beginning to ooze out of my cock.
But what I had emitted was no more than a few preliminary droplets. I was aware of the fact that there was a lot more on the way. It was just a question of when it would be dislodged from my dick.
"Keep sucking, keep prying the stuff loose," I said. "It's just about out of there, honey. Oh, am I ever gonna cream. Oh, you're really sucking it. Keep your tongue planted against my dick. Ah, keep on fingering my balls. I'm there, baby, oh, I can feel the stuff prying loose now. Yes, darling I'm gonna juice. Oh, lover, the hot stuff is gonna fly. Yes, baby, I need every drop to shoot into your mouth."
I reached out and clutched at mom's nipples. I clung to them ever so tightly as the droplets of hot white juice began to effectively spill out of the end of my rod.
When the deluge shot, it was a thick one. The cream spilled voluminously out of the end of my spear, shooting the spray of liquid into her mouth.
I never saw her any more eager to digest a load of cum than she was at that moment. She got so excited at one point that a few droplets rolled out of the side of her mouth. She wasn't used to losing any of my precious juices, and I could see that it irritated her a little.
But mom wasn't about to be defeated by losing a few droplets of cum. She stuck with the load, conscientiously devouring every drop as I lay there with my body trembling, encouraging her every step of the way as she continued with the sucking.
"Keep driving your tongue," I sighed, "oh, what spectacular sucking action, baby. You're really going after it, honey. Go after every drop of my stuffEat it. Oh, you're getting a beautiful load of cream. Suck it, honey. Suck it out of me. Suck my cock, do it, baby. Oh, do it."
My fingers continued to clutch against her nipples throughout the course of the blazing suck.
"What a screw," I exclaimed.
CHAPTER 15
Mom was just great at coming up with surprises.
One evening when I was helping her with the dishes, she exclaimed:
"Do you know that Shirley's husband is going out of town?"
"Shirley? Gosh, we haven't talked about her in a long time."
"You know, I feel awfully funny about breaking up that session between you two that day. All you were doing was having a little clean, wholesome fun. That was when I thought in a completely wrong manner about sex. Now that I've wised up a little, I can see how wrong I was and I'd really like to make it up to her."
"What do you propose to do?"
"Would it hurt you an awful lot if you missed school tomorrow, darling?"
"You're quite an influence, mom. Suggesting that your own son play hooky."
"Let's just say that you have some kind of an undisclosed ailment for a day," she laughed. "I just think it would be nice for you to stay home."
"I hope you can come up with some kind of a name for that ailment so that I'll have an excuse to take back to school the next day."
"We'll think of something. I would really like to have a party over here tomorrow afternoon."
"That sounds fascinating. You mean just the two of us?"
"Oh, no. I'd like to invite Shirley, too."
"You're really something, mom. You're always coming up with surprises."
"I think it would be perfectly delightful to do that. As a matter-of-fact, I think I'll go over there right after we finish these dishes. How about making it for one o'clock in the afternoon?"
"I guess that would be all right. Shirley is one hell of a swell chick."
"You two seemed to be getting along beautifully, too."
"Yes, we were. Well, we can pick up where we left off, can't we?"
"It's so much fun with three also. You know, like when we had that beautiful time with my temperamental daughter. I'm awfully sorry about her attitude. I thought that girl was a little more sophisticated. I guess she thinks we're terrible."
"She sure had fun the night she joined in."
"I know, but that's all in the past. We've got ourselves to think about, honey. I'll go over and see Shirley. I hope she's not doing anything tomorrow. If she is we'll just have to put it off for some other time."
Mom went over to Shirley's, returning with a glow on her face. She told me that the party was definitely on for the next afternoon.
Late the following morning mom fixed some sandwiches, which we were all supposed to have together around noon.
Shirley dropped over, looking gorgeous in some light blue colored shorts and a white blouse. Every time that I got a look at her creamy legs, my cock seemed to dance inside my trousers.
She ate very little, but once mom started offering martinis, her ears perked up.
"I love a good martini," she said. "I hope that they're good and dry."
"Extra dry," mom assured her.
"That's great," I said. "I like martinis, too."
"I thought you'd say you were too young for them," mom chided.
"No, I've had them a few times."
"Today's generation at fourteen is a lot different than the way we were," Shirly said.
"You're so right, my dear."
We sat around and drank martinis for the better part of an hour. Mom got into one of her uninhibited moods.
I watched as mom jumped up from the sofa, reaching behind her and beginning to unbutton her dress.
"I'm going to take my clothes off," mom said. "I feel more comfortable that way. I hope you two folks will join in."
"I always feel better when I'm naked," Shirley laughed. "There's a lot to be said for nudity."
"Then I'll make it unanimous," I said. "I'll take off my clothes, too."
I watched as both mom and Shirley quickly stripped.
When I observed Shirley's shorts moving swiftly down her legs, my cock got so hard that I knew that I had to get it off right away.-
But we sat around and drank martinis a little while longer. I observed the way that mom was looking at Shirley. It appeared that she really had the hots for her.
"I hope you're not the kind of gal who restricts herself strictly to sex with guys," mom said bluntly.
"You mean am I a bi-girl?" Shirley laughed.
"Yes, I wonder if you swing both ways."
"Baby, I swing every which way. Would you believe that I've even had sex with a dog."
"Tell me about it," mom laughed.
"It happened when I wasn't married yet. I was living in an apartment. This girl friend of mine that I had sex with had this dog that she was wild about. When she was convinced that she really loved me, she figured that it would be good to let me in on some sex with the dog. He was a handsome Great Dane with a cock on him that you wouldn't believe."
"So you two had yourselves a good time? You and the dog?"
"We sure did. So you can't ever talk to me about inhibitions. I don't have any. If I want to fuck, that's it."
"I think that, that's an admirable trait," mom laughed. "I just wanted to tell you that I think you're a gorgeous woman. I wanted to find out if you would get all upset if I made a pass at you."
"I'm not the type to get upset at having a pass thrown at me by a beautiful woman. No, you can say or do just about anything, honey."
"Good, then we speak each other's language."
"Very much so."
Mom and Shirley got up, beginning to walk toward the bedroom. I guess they figured that nothing more needed to be said. Actually, it didn't. Their conversation was short and to the point. They had gotten their message across.
I walked in there with them, hoping that I wouldn't get lost in the shuffle. Of course, sporting the size of the hard-on that I did, I knew that they'd certainly find a place for me in their sex plans.
But mom's first thoughts were toward Shirley. She moved toward her, grabbing her fingers and clutching eagerly at Shirley's breasts. She plunged her fingers and clutching eagerly at Shirley's breasts. She plunged her fingers against them devastatingly, and while they kept working around her tits, she slipped her tongue inside Shirley's mouth.
While the tongues kept darting eagerly against one another, Shirley reached out and moved her fingers around mom's buttocks.
Those girls clutched at each other like there was no tomorrow. The next thing I knew they were plunging around inside the bed, their bodies twisting and turning as they gave each other plenty in the way of excitement.
Shirley's fingers kept moving briskly against mom's buttocks and mom in turn kept her fingers going around Shirley's tits.
When Shirley finally removed her tongue from mom's mouth, it was to put her tongue to work on mom's breasts. I really got horny watching those two chicks. I reached down and instinctively began to jerk up and down on my prick.
"Go to work, girls, you're really hot for each other," I said.
Mom enjoyed getting her tits sucked. She lay there on the bed, sighing loudly, her legs twisting and turning while Shirley kept up her pace.
"Work on my tits, baby, suck them," she called out. "Ah, baby, that's good. I really love that kind of action. Keep it going."
Shirley kept up the tits sucking for a few minutes, after which she abruptly removed her tongue.
"I'll tell you what," Shirley said, "Let's let our breasts clutch against each other. Let's ram them together and really make music."
"That's a perfectly splendid idea," mom said.
"Hold your breath, honey, because there's loads of sensation to be had in doing that."
"I can well imagine."
When the lovely breasts met, my finger movements became that much more pronounced and rapid as I worked my fingers up and down my hot stick.
Shirley assumed the upper hand, getting on top of mom's body, wiggling back and forth as she plunged her tits against mom's.
"Ah, you little fucker, you," mom laughed. "Just keep your body twisting. Oh, the way your tits are clashing against mine. I really love it, baby. You're the kind of girl that can really turn a person on."
Mom lay back and let Shirley entertain her for several minutes, after which she decided it as time to assume a little more initiative on her onw.
Mom reached out and ran her fingers over Shirley's buttocks. She clutched and fondled them, then twisted her body until she was sitting astride Shirley.
"I want your pussy," she exclaimed.
Mom's busy fingers immediately went to work on Shirley's mound. They moved back and forth ever so spryly, getting Shirley quickly agitated.
"Your fingers are really great," Shirley said. "Oh, do you ever know how to work them."
"This is just the prelude of going down on your pussy," mom said.
"I want to make it a sixty-nine."
"Great. You can start out by fingering my mound."
"That'll be superb, honey. We can work the finger friction up to a fever pitch and then we can go down on each other."
It didn't take them long to reach that fever pitch. I didn't think that it would. Their fingers flew with speed and grace as they made relentless devastating contact with each other's mound.
It was mom who finally pulled her fingers from Shirley's pussy.
"Let's suck right now," she said impatiently.
"Right. We don't want to wait."
"I couldn't wait. I'm too eager to shoot."
They lined their bodies up across from each other, then let their surging tongues take over. They matched each other stride for stride, stroke for stroke, pushing their tongues devastatingly against each other's pussy.
Their bodies trembled with great passion and eagerness as they pushed each other that much closer to a brilliant climax.
I could see from the way that their butts were twisting that they were both about to shoot. It was just a question of who would shoot first. I had a hunch that they would be orgasming at just about the same time.
I observed the pussy juices beginning to shoot from Shirley's mound. At that point mom gobbled with everything she had, going after the hot pussy droplets, eagerly swallowing every precious drop.
After Shirley finished orgasming, it was mom's turn. The hot juices spilled from her, and Shirley in turn eagerly attacked mom's mound.
"Eat her, Shirley, go after every precious drop," I called out. "You two gals are too much. But I've got my cock. I've been really jerking on it. I'm gonna have to go, and go right now. I want to get my prick off."
Shirley removed her tongue from mom's mound after finishing her load. She looked at me and smiled.
"That is a beautiful dick. I'd like to suck it," she said.
"Go ahead. I'm all for it. There's nothing I'd like better than to have yhour tongue working around on my cock. I can get in on the act by sucking Shirley's pussy while she's going down on your cock," mom said.
"Yeah, why don't I sit in your face," Shirley suggested to mom.
"That would be splendid."
Shirley straddled mom, letting her ass come to rest just above mom's face.
"My tongue's in range," mom exclaimed. "I'm ready to use my tongue."
"And I'm ready to do plenty of cock sucking," Shirley said.
Before Shirley turned her tongue loose on my cock, however, she wanted to make certain that my balls got plenty of impactful movement, so she worked her tongue eagerly over my balls, letting the action build, and as she did she worked the fingers of both hands up and down my long prick.
The action was really building. I love the way the tempo developed as mom steered me along, sucking my balls, moving her fingers up and down my long prick.
"Eat my cock," I called out. "Ah, come on, honey, fuck me with your tongue. Oh, you've really got to go down on me."
Shirley was spurred on all the more as a result of the beautiful tongue strokes that mom was bringing to bear on her mound. Her legs flipped back and forth, and I liked the way her hips wiggled as she enjoyed the strokes and simultaneously keep their tongue working up and down my long, sturdy rod.
For a while Shirley contented herself sucking on my balls, but soon she was extending her movements, letting her tongue work up and down the full length of my penis.
"You're gonna suck me off, ah, it isn't going to take much longer that way. Suck my cock."
Shirley allowed her fingers to move resourcefully over my balls, and all of a sudden I could see the juices spilling into mom's mouth. Shirley had juiced, and that in turn had got her that much more excited as she worked her tongue over my cock.
Shirley kept up the sturdy cock movements, pushing me ever closer, driving her tongue eagerly as she propelled me toward climax.
"I'm gonna juice, honey. Oh, swallow it," I said.
A few moments later the first few droplets of my load shot out of my prick. It was the first of many, and soon the deluge hit. The stream of spurting white cum spilled out of my pecker, generously flooding beautiful Shirley's mouth.
"Eat my cock juice," I called out, "don't stop it, baby. Go to work, honey. Oh, you're eating it, baby, you're eating every drop. Go after it, lover, oh, yes, what a load, baby. Oh, that's good, that's so very good. Eat my dick."
She kept up the sucking, swallowing every droplet of my hot juicy cum.
A few moments later she released her tongue from my cock.
"I want to suck him off now," mom said. "And you can suck me, Shirley."
"It's a deal," I said, "just as long as I can take turns going down on each one of you after mom brings me off."
"We would both love that," Shirley said.
"Indeed we would," mom nodded, "but first I want to suck you off, baby. I really want to plunge my tongue against your cock."
Mom really propelled her tongue into high gear. I could see that the stimulating pussy suck she had given lovely Shirley had gotten her in the mood.
She reared back and flipped her hips around, proving to be an enticing target for lovely Shirley as our sexy neighbor went to work on her cunt.
Mom began to move her head up and down quickly, running her tongue over my long dick. As she kept her tongue ablaze, letting it maneuver over my cock, her fingers toyed resourcefully with my balls.
"You gals are both too much," I sighed. "I can't take much more of either one of you. You're both just too damn sexy for me. Oh, I've just got to go off. Ah, my juices have just got to spurt."
The white cream soon found its way into mom's mouth. I watched as it almost overwhelmed her, voluminously spraying into her mouth.
"Go get it, eat it, eat it," I said. "Oh, you and Shirley are the most. You two gals really know how to suck cock."
We kept up our sex antics for most of the rest of the afternoon.
Now that I had received two cock sucks, it was time for me to go to work on Shirley's pussy.
CHAPTER 16
I never thought that I could extend my tongue as far as I did that afternoon.
Shirley just couldn't seem to get enough in the way of pussy attention. I twisted my tongue every which way, driving it up and down, back and forth, providing her with all the excitement that I could.
She kept flipping her ass cheeks back and forth, looking as sexy as possible, giving me a run for my money at every conceivable stage of the game.
"Keep your tongue moving," she would say. "Oh, suck my snatch. Baby, oh, what a lovely tongue you've got. It's downright luscious. It's really great what you're able to do for me. Ah, that's good. It's really magnificent the way you're sliding your tongue."
A few strokes later, Shirley juiced, sending her female desserts into my mouth.
Along about four o'clock or so, Shirley announced that she had to leave.
"What's the problem, my dear?" mom asked disappointedly.
"I've got to go home, sober up, and go out on a date tonight."
"My, oh, my. You're really getting provocative, aren't you? Spending the afternoon with us, and going out again tonight."
"I'm that way. I get bored if I'm just sitting around."
"I know, you like exercise on your back," I laughed.
"That's my clever son for you," mom smiled.
"I sure did have a blast this afternoon" Shirley chuckled as she slipped on her shorts. "You two can really keep anybody occupied."
"With a gorgeous woman like you around, it's not hard for us to get turned on," mom said. "We've got to do it again soon."
"I sure hope so," Shirley said. "I'd love to do it again. With either one of you. Preferably with both. I knew that you were too groovy a chick to ever stay locked into that terrible philosophy that you had before. You were uptight about everything. Thinking like these old biddies you knew."
"I'm not associating with them much any more," mom said. "I'd rather keep company with somebody groovy like you."
"That really makes me feel good to hear that," Shirley said.
Shirley threw each of us a kiss, then left the house.
The liquor coupled with all of the sex had made mom so horny that she just didn't want to stop.
"You know, I'm gonna blow that cock of yours back up and then I'm gonna let you fuck me," she said. "I really want you to slam your cock hard inside my pussy. I'll tighten my pussy lips for you, really give you a chance to plunge your cock into my mound. I'll clasp those muscles tightly and make certain that you get every chance."
"That sounds pretty good. But I'm pretty tired. Boy, I can hardly even move my tongue."
"I'm not even thinking about that. I'm thinking about your cock right now."
"That's kind of limp, too," I laughed.
"It won't be for long, dearie. Just let me take care of that."
Mom went right to work, slipping her fingers around my balls. She tickled them, tantalizing them with her finger tips, causing me to feel a tremendous degree of excitement.
"Wheee, those are great finger movements," I said. "Ah, I love that, honey. Yes, you're really moving them around. Ah, that's good."
Mom did such a convincing job of moving her fingers around my balls that I hungrily began to desire the movements around my cock.
"Switch your finger efforts to my prick now," I exclaimed. "Ah, honey, let's really get working. Let's get cracking, honey. Work your fingers over my dick. Get me hard."
"You're coming along just fine," she laughed. "By the time I'm through, you're gonna be dying to fuck my pussy."
"You really are magic in the finger department. Oh, yes, look at the way it's coming up."
"It's absolutely beautiful, baby. Yes, you've got such a nice cock. I know you're ready to fuck my pussy with it."
"Just say the word."
At that point mom dropped her fingers from my prick.
"Get to work," she exclaimed. "I'm saying the word."
Mom stretched out in the middle of the bed. To get me even more agitated, she reached out and fingered her pussy.
"How do you like it when my hips swing like this?" she asked, looking as tantalizing and dazzling as she possibly could.
"Just make way for my prick," I said. "I'm gonna really slam it in your mound. I'm gonna hit you good and hard with it. I'm gonna really fuck your pussy."
"Go to it, darling."
I reached out and grabbed mom's fleshy ass cheeks. They felt as firm and as warm as always, and as I tugged at them with my fingers, I began to probe her with my dick. I shoved my prick forward, slamming it inside her mound.
"Tear your cock into my pussy, ah, yeah, give it to me," mom said. "You're quite a fuck, baby. Oh, drive it, honey, fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck it, fuck my mound, fuck, fuck, fuck."
She kicked her legs wildly, flipping her body back and forth, letting her tits jiggle in front of her as she sighed and gasped and enjoyed every movement that i provided with my hot, blistering cock.
"Fuck me good," she sighed. "Ah you're really letting your cock move. Plunge it into my pussy, baby, slam your cock hard, honey. Oh, slam it in my mound. You know I want it, baby, I really do."
With burning zeal I kept up my stroking, driving my cock forward, plunging it repeatedly into her mound as I moved ever closer to climax.
My balls were alive with passion. They were scorching, hot as blazes, just ready to ignite inside her mound.
I leaned forward and kissed her lips. It was a devastating kiss, one that I put every ounce of energy I possessed into.
Our lips remained passionately frozen for several moments, after which I removed my lips from hers, sending my searing rod ever deeper into her mound.
Her body kept twisting back and forth, and all the while I was plunging my dick forward, driving it relentlessly, pushing it into her as I moved ever closer to the big moment of climax.
"You're a great fuck," she called out. "Oh, drive your cock forward, baby. Yes, ah, what a good screw. Keep it moving, honey. Ah, baby, that's good."
A few burning strokes later, the hot white juice started to spill from my cock.
"I want to French with you," I exclaimed.
I slipped my tongue into mom's mouth, letting it spin resourcefully and energetically against her tongue. While the tongues continued to collide, I finished orgasming.
At that supreme moment of excitement, just after the last few droplets had shot from my blazing tool, all of a sudden I felt somebody reaching out and grabbing me by the hair.
It hurt like hell, and the person twisted both hands, driving me from the bed and knocking me to the floor.
I rose to one knee, dazed as hell, and it was then that I got my first look at my dad. He had an enraged look on his face.
"You little bastard, what a damned rotten thing to do," he said.
He reached out and grabbed my left arm, pulling me up from the floor. He slapped my face several times, then reared back and hit me with a solid left closed fist.
The blow bloodied my nose and knocked me to the floor.
By that time mother was hysterical. She threw herself in front of dad, clutching against him tightly.
"Don't hit him again, it's all my fault," she cried out.
"You slut," he growled. "A hell of a way to bring up your son. Fucking with him. My God, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it."
Mom backed away from dad. Her face was white. I didn't know whether she was afraid or angry. I guess it was a combination of the two.
"Don't you ever call me a slut, you drunken hypocrite," mom came on strong. Her voice was quavering a little, but it was pretty loud. "You're the one that forced me to this point. What kind of release did I have? You're too drunk to do anything. You're too damn drunk most of the time to even think of anyone else. You're selfish, terribly selfish."
At that point dad shrunk. You could just see him shrivelling up before your eyes. His head dropped. All of a sudden he couldn't look at either one of us. His eyes were focused against the ground.
I reached out and dabbed at my nose. It didn't really hurt. It just embarrassed me a little that dad had bloodied my nose.
"You've never given me any satisfaction to speak of in the last year or two," mom kept on berating dad. "Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps this was terrible. Maybe I even deserve to be called a slut for having sex with my own son. I'll own up to all of it. But what can I do when you won't give me any love?"
At that point dad broke down and started sobbing like a baby. It was the one and only time I had ever seen him do that.
He put his head in his hands and wilted, his knees dropping down to the floor, then the rest of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm awful sorry," he said. "I can see I have done some terrible things. I'll try and make it up to you, honey. Honest I will. Oh, I'm really very sorry."
He had been through a nightmare in the course of a few brief moments. When he finally removed his hands from his face, he looked over at me. I could see tghat he was genuinely sympathetic.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I haven't been much of an example around here lately. You know, if we can forgive and forget, maybe we can start again."
"Of course we can," mom said. "Let's see what we can do. Let's try and be decent to each other."
I got up and began creeping out of the room. I wanted to leave mom and dad alone.
It was a strange thing. He had had to find us in that compromising position in order to recognize just how much the marriage had deteriorated.
As I closed the door behind me, I observed them kissing. Probably the first forceful kiss that they had engaged in together for quite some time.
You know, even though mom was a great fuck, I was kind of relieved when the whole thing came to an end that afternoon. If we hadn't been so drunk, we would have been more concerned about the time, and the possibility of dad coming home from work.
But in thinking it over, it was good that we got caught when we did. It forced a show down, and after that things got better around the house.
As for me, I learned to go after hot ass from other quarters other than home. And then I stuck to banging chicks my own age.
It was quite an experience I went through at the age of fourteen. As I look back on it, I can hardly believe it. It all happened so fast, and there were so many events. It was really staggering.
But it all worked out well in the end and in the final analysis that's all that really counts.
