Betty Stevens was married to a prominent physician who, because of a constantly busy schedule, never seemed to give her enough time.
It was bad enough that Dr. Phillip Stevens was gone most of the time, but what made matters doubly frustrating for his wife was that Betty was a woman with strong sexual desires, and when Phillip failed to provide for them, she felt driven to achieve release from other sources.
As a beautiful blonde of thirty-five who kept her figure in excellent shape, Betty was the kind of woman who could draw attention from the opposite sex without even soliciting it.
Gil Ames, a successful married jeweler from the area, entices Betty into a rendezvous at a motel on the outskirts of town one afternoon while his wife is away on a trip.
For the first time in a long spell, Betty is delighted to find out what it is like to receive genuine satisfaction under the sheets. It disappoints her shortly thereafter to discover the inevitable fact that Gil cannot run the same risk twice. His wife returns home and Betty is forced to revert back to her shell.
One evening while Betty's husband is performing late surgery at the hospital, Betty falls into a bad case of the blues. It so happens that her young son Ken is in the house alone with her.
When fifteen-year-old Ken announces that he has suffered the tragedy of his girl breaking up with him, his mother seeks to console him. Pretty soon, however, consolation gives form to greater intimacies.
Once that Betty finds out how much fun she can have letting herself go with her handsome young son, her entire life changes.
-The Publisher
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CHAPTER 1
As Betty Stevens drove her Mercedes convertible through the mounting mid-afternoon traffic, she thought about what she was about to do.
She recalled how she had seen Gil Ames at a cocktail party the preceding Saturday. She had been with her husband, and they had had an argument just prior to leaving for the party. Her husband had been drinking a good deal lately, and she had been hurt by his conduct, particularly in the way that he talked to her.
If ever she had needed somebody to talk to, it was then. Fortunately Gil was there by himself, giving her an opportunity to talk with him a lot longer than she would have been able to had his wife been present. Since his wife was on an ocean cruise of the
Caribbean, Gil was setting up temporary bachelor quarters at his huge home. He was one of the most successful jewelers in town, but he retained a humility that caused her to admire him. He was not the type of man who carried a chip on his shoulder, as did so many of the successful men she knew.
The longer that Gil spoke with her, the greater the degree of affection that developed between the two of them in the course of that evening. Fortunately for her, Betty's husband had been preoccupied conversing with other women. It wasn't so much that he was eager to jump into bed with them, Betty thought, but more that he was eager to placate his lavish ego. He wanted to let everyone know that, as a successful physician, he could also charm the women.
While he held court on one side of the room, making all kinds of witty comments and causing the women to laugh and giggle, Betty started pouring out her soul to Gil.
"Things just haven't been right between myself and Phillip for a long time," she told him.
"What seems to be the trouble?"
"You know how it is. Sometimes you get a situation where two people appear to be ideally suited for marriage. So much so that it makes you shudder. But then as time elapses, everything seems to change."
"You mean that as the couple matures, they tend to develop different u Its."
"Something like that. What can be a seemingly ideal marriage at one point, can just kind of disintegrate at another. That's sort of what we're going through right now."
"I'm very sorry to hear that."
If Betty had felt that Gil was a pushy soul, or one who sought to capitalize on such a marital dilemma, she would never have been willing to confide this much in him. But since he wasn't that way, she did confide in him. The longer that they talked, the more evident it became to Gil that Betty was telling him one thing-she wasn't getting the kind of meaningful sex that she had hoped for.
The longer that Gil surveyed Betty's beautiful body, the more aroused he became. His penis dangled in his shorts, and he kept wondering if he would work up the nerve to ask her to have sex with him. He had been a little lonely in the period since his wife had left on her vacation. Since he wasn't the kind of man who was about to comb bars, not wanting to damage his reputation, or chase after married women, he accepted his situation. Whenever the need arose, he would simply go into the bathroom and jerk up and down on his hard, throbbing rod until the juices sprayed into the toilet.
But here he was talking to a beautiful blonde who was telling him her needs. Betty was thirty-five, but she had the kind of merry twinkle in her blue eyes that indicated tremendous youth. When she dressed in a certain way, she could easily pass for twenty-five.
It took Gil a long time to work up nerve. He had to gulp down more drinks than he would have done under other circumstances in order to make his bold move.
"Look, Betty, I think you're a very beautiful woman," he said toward the end of the evening. "How about us making arrangements to meet somewhere this week?"
"I'd like that."
"Maybe for drinks."
"Fine, just as long as it's some out-of-the-way spot."
"It'll have to be," Gil smiled. "I'm pretty well known in this town, too."
They met for drinks several days later. They found that they had a good deal in common, and that their communicativeness at the party was not an isolated example.
Gil made a bold suggestion. He suggested that they meet at a secluded motel just a few miles outside the city. Betty accepted, and now she was on her way to meet him.
As Betty pulled into the parking lot, she observed Gil's black Cadillac sedan sitting in one of the stalls. She parked over on the other side of the lot, then got out of her car and walked toward his automobile. She looked around several times to determine that nobody was looking their way. As a matter-of-fact, their cars were the only two in the lot and the street was completely deserted. She couldn't help but think of how good a spot Gil had picked.
"Hello, dear," Gil smiled as she moved toward the front window of the driver's side. "I've already checked in. I've got the key and we can go on inside."
"Just make sure you hang onto that hard-on," Betty winked. "You can put it to good use in another few seconds."
They walked toward the room that he had taken. He opened the door quickly with the key, letting her enter first. It was a fairly good-sized room, but the only thing she was concerned about was the size of the bed. It was expansive and looked very comfortable, certainly the kind of bed that would provide them both with more than enough maneuvering room for their bodies.
Gil bolted the door shut behind him and then walked over toward the window. He tugged at the drapes, slamming the thick green drapes shut so that darkness pervaded the room. Even though it was dark, there was still enough light that shone through the crack in the drapes to give them all that they needed. As a matter-of-fact, both Betty and Gil were happy that the light was distributed in the manner that it was. It was dark, just enough to give dramatic effect, without being so dark that they couldn't see what they were doing.
Gil's first move was toward his zipper. He reached down with his left hand, pulling at the zipper with one authoritative tug. When he removed his penis from his trousers, he tugged on it a few times with both hands. He wanted to give her an opportunity to observe what he was doing.
Up and down his fingers slid against his huge pecker. As he pumped and pushed with his cock, she stared at him, her bright eyes widening with ever-mounting interest.
"Your dick sure looks good," she said, moving toward him. "Let me take it away from you and finger it for a while."
"Sure thing."
As Gil dropped his fingers from his hard rod, he waited for his lover to grab hold of it. She did so ever so resolutely, grabbing at his penis and letting her fingers penetrate up and down its long, steely surface. Ever so briskly she asserted herself, driving her fingers up and down the lengthy base of his hot tool. Ever so eagerly she pushed and plunged with her fingers, letting them assert with brisk desire.
A few strokes later, she removed her fingers from his hot disk. At that point, Gil reached out and threw his arms around her. He loved holding her ever so tightly in his arms. He could feel her breath as life moved his lips toward hers. His lips clamped hold of hers, plunging ever so sharply. He kept his lips pressed ever so firmly against hers for a few moments, after which he then removed them.
As he removed his lips from Betty's, Gil then shoved his tongue forward. He drove in with spirited zest inside her mouth, seeking to give her a wonderful, exhilarating French kiss. As he attacked her with great enthusiasm, he pushed and plunged his tongue. He worked it swiftly against hers for several long minutes, after which he suddenly removed it.
"This is nice," he said. "I want to undress you."
He reached out and grabbed her body, guiding it downward inside the bed. As they landed hard on the bed, he reached behind her and began to unbutton her dress. She could tell from the way that he was manipulating his fingers just how eager he was to remove her dress. Gil's eagerness caused Betty's whole body to tremble. It proved to be contagious. She couldn't help but think about how correct the vibrations were that existed between them.
His fumbling fingers undid every button of her dress. They still trembled as he began to pull and tug at her dress. Betty accommodated him as best she could, wiggling her hips and legs, aiding him as he pulled off her dress.
When Gil finished removing Betty's dress, he reached out and tugged at her bra. He un-snapped it, then pulled it off with one sweeping movement, tossing it on a nearby chair. He reached down with both hands, grabbing hold of her panties. He pulled on them several times, sliding them down her legs and off of her altogether.
After he removed her panties, Gil reached out with his right hand. He let his finger tips come to rest against her pussy. He moved his fingers slowly and soothingly against her snatch. Back and forth he projected them, watching as the fires brilliantly built within her. He loved the sight of her beautiful naked body. He had been dreaming about how lovely it would look all week, and now he had the opportunity to find out. He observed her firm, lovely ivory-skinned ass cheeks, her sleek long legs, and her bountiful breasts. He toyed with her pussy for a few strokes, then decided that he just had to project his fingers against her breasts.
He reached out with both hands and grabbed her tits, holding on ever so firmly. Back and forth he maneuvered his fingers, letting them project against her warm breasts. Every time that Gil touched Betty's tits, she could feel the shock waves inside her. Her legs kept kicking back and forth and she heaved deep sighs of gratification while he kept on working his fingers.
"This is wonderful," Betty said. "It's better than I dreamed it could be. Baby, I can see you really want me. You're proving it by the way you're working your fingers. Just keep them going. I really love this."
As Gil listened to the heavy breathing of his lover, he was more inspired than ever to provide her with satisfying finger strokes. So he kept right on moving, sliding his fingers against her warm breasts.
The longer that Gil played with Betty's tits, the more confidence that developed within him.
He felt a little leery, taking on this beautiful woman, but he recognized that what with his wife gone, and what with Betty telling him about how much difficulty she had had communicating with her husband lately, he knew that they both needed it. His fingers kept on pushing against her breasts, employing themselves with quick, decisive movements. A few swift strokes later, Gil removed his fingers from her breasts.
He felt that it was time for him to get off his clothes. His cock had been eagerly scraping against his shorts for quite some time, and now he was torn with an abiding desire to give her ail the convincing sex action he could. That naturally involved removing his clothes entirely, to give him total freedom of movement.
He jumped up from the bed. His fingers kept on working quickly against his shirt. He was so pent up with excitement that it took a little longer than it should have to remove his shirt due to the anxiety he felt. His fingers kept trembling as they worked against the buttons of his shirt.
"It looks like you're all thumbs," Betty smiled.
"Yes, I am. I'm so turned on with you that don't know what to do."
"Just relax, my dear."
"I will."
Back and forth he kept on working his fingers on the buttons until he had finally undone them all. Once that he'd pulled off his shirt and his T-shirt, he reached down and literally ripped off his belt. He unbuttoned his trousers, dropping them rapidly down his legs. The closer to total nudity that he came, the harder that his cock also became. He wanted to take everything off, to give her a perfect fuck.
His trousers slid down his legs and off him altogether. Once that he jumped out of them, he reached out and grabbed his shorts. He pulled and tugged at them, sliding them down his legs while his lover watched. The anticipation was mounting within Betty, and she felt cold beads of sweat beginning to surface at her forehead. She knew just how excited she was getting. It refreshed her to know that she had something beautiful going with another man. Things had gotten so routine and depressing with her husband, Phillip, that it was getting ridiculous. She needed something new, something to inspire her, an open opportunity to engage in blissful sex.
Betty thought about her two children, and wondered what her son and daughter would think' about her being involved with another man. She concluded that if they were as understanding as she thought them to be, they would not be all that ill disposed toward her fucking with Gil. After all, she had to find a measure of happiness somewhere.
CHAPTER 2
Betty watched as Gil slipped off his shorts, moving toward the bed. She loved the size of his huge phallus, which pointed out toward her like a huge shotgun. She wanted to grab hold of his weapon, to maneuver her fingers around it, to devastate his hard cock with her feverish finger stabs.
"I'm gonna clutch your hot dick," she said with a tone of desperation.
"It sounds like you really want it," he gulped, his breathing becoming increasingly heavier as each minute passed.
"I sure as hell do."
She quickly proved her point, reaching out with both hands and clutching at the tip of his tool. Ever so spiritedly she ran her fingers over the tip of his erect prick, and as she worked it ever so convincingly, he felt that much more drawn toward her. He liked the fact that Betty was willing to go all the way in order to make a man happy. That gave him a feeling of confidence, knowing that he had found a beautiful young woman who was just his type sexually.
As her fingers kept digging and plunging against his cock, his hips twisted a few times. He enjoyed the stabbing, continuous movements of her fingers as they kept working against his hard cock. A few strokes later, she removed her fingers from his huge pecker. She reached down with both hands and grabbed at his balls. She pushed and plunged with her fingers against his testicles, working them ever so spiritedly, driving them against his flaming testicles. A few strokes later, Gil was so overcome with sensation that he knew his juices were not that far from popping. If he was going to juice, he thought, he wanted to be doing it in a sex act with his beautiful lover.
"Go ahead and suck me if you want," Gil said. "You can do whatever you want with me. What the hell. I'll fuck your cunt. We'll make it any way you want to, darling, it's just that I can't take too much more of this finger action, You're turning me on too much."
"I'll give you a tongue bath you're never gonna forget, then I'll suck you off," Betty said. "It's so great to be with a man who wants to screw. This really makes me feel great. I want to suck you. I want to show you how grateful I am by sucking your hot cock and bringing every ounce of juice out of your hard dick."
"That's good. I like to hear you talk like that."
While she went back to maneuvering her fingers up and down the full length of his hard, searing rod, she reached down and slid her tongue against his balls. She stroked ever so speedily, setting a brisk pace right from the beginning. She enjoyed the sharp, stimulating strokes that she vigorously employed with her tongue, while she kept on repeatedly tonguing his balls. She reached out with both hands and glided her fingers against his cock, driving them securely up and down the full length of his mammoth tool. The quicker that she fingered his rod, the greater the degree of intensity that he felt. Her tongue kept on pushing and pumping, sliding rhythmically against his balls as she worked him that much closer to orgasm. All the while she kept fingering his mammoth dick, and between the two levels of activity he was beginning to gasp and sigh.
After a few more strokes, she removed her tongue from his balls. She surprised Gil by dropping her tongue downward between his legs. As she reached out and clutched at his thighs, she projected her tongue toward his anus. She wanted to tickle his hot ass-hole by running her tongue inside it. As she made her first contact against his hot anus, Gil's whole body was jolted. He kicked with his legs, his toes twisting back and forth with every spirited stab that she delivered with her penetrating tongue. Back and forth she slid her tongue, moving it with lavish desire as she projected it all the way into his rectum. As her tongue kept on spiritedly sliding inside him, her fingers directed themselves up and down his legs. Betty's heart pounded with fascination. It was doing her so much good to let herself go in the act of sex. She hadn't sucked out her husband Phillip's ass-hole that many times, but, then again, this was a special occasion. She was willing to go all the way because she was with a man who was more than willing to accommodate her. That made all the difference in the world as far as she was concerned.
As her hips kept on twisting, he enjoyed every brisk, spirited movement that her tongue and fingers provided. Her fingers clenched against his thighs, holding on firmly as her tongue kept making its way inside his hot ass-hole. She kept on stroking diligently, pushing sharply, driving her tongue deep inside his ass-hole as she moved him that much closer to an imminent climax.
A few strokes later, she removed her fingers from his thighs. Betty once again allowed her fingers to close in on his testicles. She held onto his balls, letting her fingers jiggle against them. This time she wasn't pulling and tugging too much. She was disposed toward tickling his balls, and as her fingers made scorching impact against his testicles, she drove him ever nearer to the brink. Once that his body started rocking and his buttocks bounced up and down under the impetus of her ass sucking and finger stabs, he knew that she would just have to get him off.
"You're driving me insane," he gasped. "What an ass licker. You've got to start sucking my cock. You've just got to. I'm so turned on. Come on and drive your tongue. Work it against my prick."
Once that Betty withdrew her tongue from Gil's ass-hole, she knew that it was time to close in on his cock. But before she went to his prick, she was determined to suck his balls. She wanted to work her tongue with feverish impact against his testicles, after which she would go to work against his cock and drive him to a satisfying climax.
So she registered her tongue with swift, penetrating movements, pushing and plunging against his balls. A few steady stabs later, his body was rocking even faster than ever. She could tell by the sounds of. his heavy breathing just how closely he was drawing to that big moment. She wanted to make it as pleasurable for him as she could, so suddenly Betty removed her tongue from her lover's balls and let it go to work against the tip of his cock. A few strokes pushed him toward climax. She tongued the hot tip of his flaming pecker, after which she began to slide her savory tongue up and down the full length of his huge tool. Ever so gracefully she kept up the stabbing movements, driving her tongue against his huge tool as she pushed him that much nearer. With every blazing stroke that she provided with her solid efforts, she drove him that much nearer. Up and down she bobbed her head, letting her fingers plunge against his testicles as she sucked on his long, hard stick. She was stroking on his cock like it was one huge, lollipop, and all the while her fingers kept fluttering passionately against his balls, stroking briskly as she worked him that much nearer to the point of climax.
A few quick tongue stabs later, he was ready to juice. The steaming pecker liquids were gathering heat and momentum in his balls, and in just a few more strokes she knew that the hot spraying cock juices would spill from the end of his pecker. "Go get every drop," he said, growing more impatient as he pushed ever nearer to the brink. "Just keep your tongue gliding. Play with my balls."
Betty kept up her steady pressure against her lover's testicles. She kept grabbing and stabbing, plunging with her fingers against his hot balls as she worked them sharply. Her tongue kept on maneuvering as she pushed him that much closer to that big moment. She stabbed eagerly with her tongue, driving it quickly, sliding it against his hard dick as she worked him that much nearer. A few quick stabs later, the juices were about ready to spray from the end of his dick. She kept on pushing and stabbing with her tongue, working her fingers against his balls, enjoying every stabbing stroke as she worked him toward orgasm.
A few swift, determined tongue strokes later, the juices were ready to spill from his rod. While she kept on sucking, she drove him ever nearer to that great moment when the juices would just have to fly from the end of his tool. A few speedy stabs later, the juices were ready to shoot from him.
Betty held on sharply to his balls, clutching at them tightly as his body began to slide back and forth with greater eagerness than ever. She was sucking him with everything that she had, and Gil in turn was enjoying every solitary stab that she penetrated his way.
"Just keep sucking me," Gil said. "Keep driving your tongue. You're working it nonstop. Bring me off. Your tongue is so beautiful. It's such a good tongue. It's a great tongue. You've got me so close. Keep your tongue moving. Just bring it off. Bring the juices out of me."
His body kept on rocking, and Betty enjoyed the fact that he was turning on so much. It made her feel as if she was doing a good job, and that in turn propelled her to even greater heights as her tongue kept sweeping up and down the full length of his tool.
While she sucked him, her fingers kept clutching at his balls as he drove that much nearer to that great moment they were both anticipating. Betty could hardly wait for the sea of sperm to shoot from the end of his dick, and she was getting ready to swallow every savory droplet that shot from his tool.
A few moments later, the first few droplets of cock juice began to shoot from the tip of his hard prong. His body jerked back and forth and he heaved a loud impassioned sigh as the droplets of pecker liquid began to spill from him.
"Just go get it," he said. "I've waited a long time to juice, and here goes."
Back and forth she worked her fingers against his hot balls. They scraped against his testicles a few more times as the rest of the liquid stream of cock juice shot from his tool. The droplets spilled profusely from his cock, shooting wildly from his balls and into her waiting mouth. She gobbled, her tongue whipping back and forth as she did her best to contain every droplet of his joy juice.
Betty conscientiously stuck with his load, swallowing the sea of juice as it spilled from his tool and into her mouth. He watched the thick white cum shooting like a volcano from the end of his mammoth tool and pouring into her mouth as her tongue swept back and forth. She sought to contain every droplet of the steaming cum, and was successful in doing so.
A few strokes later, she removed her tongue from his hard cock. He quickly caught his breath, then reached out and kissed her lips.
"What a cock sucker," he said in tribute. "You had me going all the way."
CHAPTER 3
Gil wanted some more action, and he felt that it was his turn to provide Betty with some great tongue sensations.
He reached out with his tongue, driving it inside her mouth. He let his tongue spin as he matched her every stab. Betty enjoyed his swift movements, and she came right back with some penetrating stabs of her own. Together they worked themselves into a wild state of excitement.
As he kept plunging his tongue against hers, Gil reached out with both hands. His sweaty, trembling fingers went to work against her breasts. He held on sharply to her breasts, and as his fingers kept pushing and clutching against her warm flesh, his tongue kept on driving as it made steady contact with her tongue.
When Gil finally removed his tongue from Betty's mouth, he could see from the way her body was quivering just how badly she needed some additional tongue action. He remembered how good a job she had done sucking his ass-hole and his cock. He knew that he would just have to return the same kind of action. He thought about how difficult it usually was to get his wife to go all the way with him. This girl was different. With Betty there was never any doubt. When she was ready, she was willing to go all the way.
He dropped his tongue downward toward her buttocks. He went to work with his blazing tongue, allowing it to collide with her left ass cheek. Back and forth he drove his tongue, and as he did, he worked his fingers up and down her legs. He held on sharply, clutching his fingers against her thighs as he sucked her buttocks. A few sweeping stabs later, Gil removed his tongue from her hot butt. He let it penetrate against her other ass cheek. Ever so convincingly he asserted his tongue, driving it with skill and passion against her ass cheek. All the while her hips and legs moved back and forth. She heaved an occasional deep sigh and every once in a while her body would quiver with more decisiveness. She was receiving some beautiful sensations from his tongue as Gil kept up his swift pace.
A few moments later, Gil removed his tongue from her ass cheek. He let it drive toward her anus. Ever so enjoyably, he attacked her hot ass-hole. He pushed and plunged his tongue against her anus, grinding it hard and fast, letting it penetrate against her ass-hole. As he kept up his sharp, determined tongue strides, Gil reached down with both hands. He grabbed hold of her thighs, and the quicker that he stroked them, the greater the state of enthusiasm he projected himself into. He longed to please his beautiful lover in every way, and the faster that he let his tongue stab and twist inside her anus, the greater the level of excitement that the two of them felt.
His tongue kept pushing rapidly and deeply into her anus, and now he was driving it hard and fast into her rectum. He wanted to give her every benefit as he continued sucking, pushing his tongue into her hot ass-hole as he drove her ever closer to the state of orgasm. While his tongue kept on attacking her with blinding enthusiasm, pushing deep inside her anus, he reached out with his right hand and let his fingers stab against her pussy. Enthusiastically he worked, driving swiftly, pushing inside her hot snatch as she felt the waves of enthusiasm circulating through her whole body.
His fingers began stabbing more quickly than before as he kept driving them inside her mound. All the while he continued his ass sucking. A few strokes later, Gil could see the great progress he was making. As his fingers kept flinging ever so deeply inside of her pussy, he could feel the wetness of her mound. Also, her legs began trembling more rapidly than before. He knew that he had his beautiful lover on the verge, and pretty soon he would just have to go to work with his tongue inside her snatch.
A few moments later Gil removed his tongue from Betty's ass-hole. As her now-sweaty body twisted back and forth, he sank his tongue against her left thigh. He could feel the warm sweat as he worked his tongue up and down her smooth, creamy leg. He asserted it quickly, letting it dart and stab against her thigh as he pushed her ever nearer to the point of blazing climax. His fingers kept on penetrating skillfully inside her pussy, and all the while he tongued her thigh, working with great skill as he sucked.
His saliva penetrated against her left leg, and pretty soon Gil was going to work against her right thigh. He kept up the same level of spirited activity, putting everything he had into his tongue strides, pushing and plunging with his tongue against her thigh. A few stabs later, Gil knew she was ready to have her pussy lining sucked out. He had brought her to that point, and now he was intent upon finishing the job.
Gil removed his tongue from her thigh and planted it inside her pussy. With a few quick, decisive strokes he asserted his tongue against her clitoris. That brought her to a state of great enthusiasm. He kept working his tongue, driving it fast against her mound. He could tell from the way that her whole body was twisting just how much she was responding to his swift, dedicated movements. While his tongue kept on twisting and gliding as it worked inside her hot snatch, Gil reached out with both hands and ran his fingers against her curvaceous buttocks. He plunged his fingers against them several times, then let them slide up and down her legs. He paid particularly close attention to her thighs, which he grabbed ever so tightly. All the while his tongue kept gliding as it pushed deep inside her mound. The faster and more intensely that he pushed, the quicker in turn that she responded. Her whole body kept on twisting under the steady impetus of his tongue stabs as he drove her that much closer to orgasm.
A few strokes later, she was ready to juice. He kept up his hot, throbbing tongue efforts, working her ever closer to a beautiful orgasm.
"Bring me off," she exclaimed. "Drive your tongue fast. Come on. Really work at it."
He liked the fact that Betty was that turned on. It made it so much easier to provide her with beautiful sex. Gil knew that it took two to make a great fuck. Unless the parties could vibrate with one another in a meaningful way, they would never be able to attain the heights of great passion. But that was what they were doing at that moment in time.
The quicker that his tongue unfurled as it pushed around inside of her moist mound, the nearer that he drew her to orgasm. He kept pushing with his hot tongue, driving it deep inside her box, stabbing with great skill as he pushed and plunged her that much closer to that beautiful moment when the juices would shoot from her pussy. Keep it going," she said. "You've got the system. You know how to turn me on. Just finish the job."
His fingers kept gliding around Betty's buttocks. He loved touching her hot ass cheeks, which inspired him all the more as he worked his tongue inside her snatch.
A few exhilarating strokes later, he just about had her ready to juice. So he instinctively knew it was time to work his tongue even faster than before. He kept driving it, pushing it deep inside her gash as Gil sucked her mound. A few strokes later, he knew, she would be there. He was determined to keep up his pace, to slide his tongue skillfully inside her box as he worked her that much closer. Several blazing tongue stabs later, her buttocks were twisting more rapidly than before. He knew that he had her, and was determined to keep up his skillful pace until the droplets of juice had shot from her mound.
"Here we go," she sighed at one point.
A few seconds later, the juices shot from her pussy. He kept pushing and plunging with his tongue, swallowing every droplet of the joy juice that shot from her snatch. He slapped at her buttocks, then grabbed hold of her thighs as the juices spilled shot into his mouth. A few strokes later, he removed his tongue from her blazing snatch. It made him feel great to know that he had brought her to the ultimate moment of climax.
When Gil finished off the suck, he noticed that Betty's body was still trembling. She looked even sexier with her face a little on the red side, sweat pouring down both sides of it, and her hair a little mussed up from all of the action. It made her look like an intense woman who enjoyed fucking, and she had a fiery look in her eyes as he got set to go into the next phase of their physical activity.
"Bring me off again," she said. "Do you mind sucking me a second time?"
"You sexy girls are really something," Gil laughed. "A guy can suck you a number of times and you keep right on juicing."
"You're not kidding. So come on, baby. You can go back and suck me again. You won't mind that, will you?"
"I guess I can bear up under it," he laughed.
"Please do it. I've got to juice again. I really need it badly. I need your sucking. Go after me. Drive your tongue inside my pussy."
Gil knew that his wife wouldn't be gone for very long. Soon he would have to become the dutiful husband and he was only too well aware that this might be his only chance with Betty. He had admired her from a distance for so long, but never had it occurred to him that he could actually get inside her panties. Now he was doing it, and even if he never got to fuck her again he would always carry with him the beautiful memories of their spirited activity this particular afternoon. He felt like attacking the situation like it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If she wanted another pussy suck, then he would be more than willing to satisfy her.
He nodded, saying nothing. She knew exactly what to expect. He was going to fuck her with everything he had, and she was ever so ready to allow him to do it.
Gil reached down with both hands, sliding his fingers against her buttocks once more. He pushed and stabbed with his fingers, sliding them against her hot ass cheeks. He held on ever so firmly, and as he did, he pushed his tongue forward. He let it penetrate inside her pussy. He worked his tongue with great desire, letting it plunge and stab inside her mound. Her hips kept on dancing back and forth as he attacked her once more, letting his tongue drive ever so deeply inside her pussy. As Gil's tongue continued to attack her mound with great rapidity, he pushed her ever so closely to the point of orgasm. His tongue kept pushing and penetrating as he drove it deep inside her love pit. The quicker that Gil asserted his tongue, the faster that her hips wiggled as he kept charging with his tongue, pushing it deeply inside her box.
She was gasping loudly once again. Gil knew that he had her right where he wanted her, close to the verge of climax. So he planted his tongue into her as deeply as he knew how, sliding it with great skill as he pushed it inside her pussy. A few swift stabs later, Gil recognized how closely she was drawing. He was growing accustomed to the scent of her musky mound, and as his tongue kept tearing deeply inside her moist snatch, Gil felt that much greater a degree of achievement. This was an occasion he would never forget, and he wanted to instill in Betty a feeling that she was with a man who really thought a good deal of her.
His tongue kept on converging against her hot snatch. Her hips ground back and forth as he asserted his tongue against her pussy, penetrating deep against her mound as she came that much closer to climax.
"Keep penetrating," she said. "You've really got me going. Bring me off. Come on, let your tongue sweep against my snatch. Really let yourself go. Suck me. Drive your tongue into my mound. Come on, bring me off."
Her hips bounced up and down. She heaved louder gasps than ever as Gil kept up his flaming pace, pushing his tongue ever so deeply into her passion pit. A few strokes later, he reached out and gripped his fingers around her thighs. He held on sharply for a few strokes, released his fingers from her thighs, then began to slap at them. He kept it up until her thighs began to redden ever so slightly. But all the while Gil kept up his swift pace, driving his tongue deep inside her, working it rapidly against her hot snatch. A few quick strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from her mound. As her hips wiggled, the juices shot from her. She heaved a deep sigh. All the while he kept up his sucking pace, driving his tongue, working it inside her passionate box as the juices bolted from her.
"You're really doing it," she said gratefully. "You've got such a nice tongue. Keep it working. Go after every drop. I want you to collect every bit. What a suck! This is so nice. Your tongue is good. It's great."
He slapped at her thighs a few more times, then suddenly released his tongue from her mound. He had sucked her to climax and had enjoyed every beautiful stroke.
CHAPTER 4
As Gil lay there on his back, he observed Betty's enticing snatch.
He'd sucked it twice to climax, and he was getting to feel as if he knew it quite well. He reached out slowly and soothingly with his right hand, allowing his fingers to maneuver slowly inside her pussy. Ever so slowly he began, but after a few strokes he started to finger her more swiftly than before. His fingers kept on clutching and grabbing against her hot mound, and after a few more swift finger strides, he removed his finger tips from her snatch.
"Climb on top of me," he smiled, extending his legs accommodatingly, then reaching out with both hands and sliding his fingers up and down his cock. "Just run your pussy against my cock. I'd like for you to control the action for a little bit. I'd enjoy holding onto your hot buttocks while your pussy moves back and forth."
"That sounds pretty good."
"Of course. We'll really enjoy it. Just fling your body on top of mine."
The longer that Betty watched her attentive lover maneuver his fingers up and down his cock, the more desirous she became to please him. After all, she could still feel the brilliant sensations that he had supplied for her as his tongue maneuvered briskly against her snatch. She could never forget them. Gil was making her extra happy. Now she could endure her husband Phillip a little more easily. She was receiving all kinds of satisfaction from Gil.
She glided her body on top of his. She pushed her moist slit downward, letting it project toward his cock. She pushed and shoved it against his hot dick. Back and forth she ground her hips, heaving a sigh as she rode him.
It made Gil feel good to receive that tugging sensation that she supplied as she pushed her body downward, letting his penis make forceful contact with her mound. As she kept on directing the action, moving her hips swiftly back and forth, he reached out and grabbed her hips. His fingers clutched against them several times, after which he ground his fingers against her ass cheeks. He clutched and grabbed at her buttocks, and all the while she kept rotating her body, enjoying every solid stab that he sent her way. Betty liked the unique type of position in which they were involved. It took a little bit of inventive imagination, something that her husband Phillip had so very little of. She kept on swinging her hips back and forth, enjoying the grinding stabs and movements as she pushed her pussy against his cock.
"That really is nice," she said. "I like the way I'm grabbing at your cock."
"I thought you'd like that. Keep it up for a little bit more."
"With pleasure," she laughed.
The longer that the physical contact continued, the quicker that she flung her hips back and forth gracefully while he stabbed his cock inside her pussy. He began to fling his hips forward, doing everything he could to make contact with her mound. But in that particular position, she was the controlling influence, and she enjoyed every bit of what was developing. Her pussy kept on pushing back and forth as it ground and stabbed. She tightened her cunt muscles, then tensed her legs in an effort to give Gil as much in the way of tight sensations as she could.
He reacted to every stab, his hips gliding back and forth as his cock ground deep into her mound. A few captivating cock strokes later, she removed her pussy from his cock.
As she sprawled out on the bed, twisting her hips and extending her legs, she reached down with her right hand and maneuvered her fingers inside her pussy. She stroked until she was once more on the verge of orgasm. Gil was getting such a thrill watching her that he just sat there on his knees, enjoying the sight before him as she moved that much closer to a satisfying orgasm. He could hear the sounds of her gasping, and as her body kept twisting and turning, the juices finally bolted from her pussy. She heaved a loud sigh as they spilled from her snatch.
"Very good," she said, nodding eagerly. "That was what I wanted. Now I'm ready for even more. I want you to attack me. I want you to drive your cock inside my mound. Really give it to me. Go off inside me."
Gil grinned. He reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers against her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, letting his finger tips tweak gently against them. He then applied more pressure, grinding his stabbing finger tips against her hot nipples. He removed his fingers from her nipples, then let them slide around her breasts. He loved letting his fingers clasp forcefully against her firm tits. A few finger strokes later, Gil removed his fingers from her breasts. He pushed his body forward, letting his warm chest come into contact with her tits. As his chest made squeezing contact with her breasts, Gil reached down with both hands and slid his fingers against both legs. He held onto her thighs sharply, and all the while his chest kept dancing and shoving against her tits. He enjoyed the stabbing friction that developed between them, and soon Gil was completely aware of just how badly he would need to drive his sharp, enlivened prick inside her pussy.
A few timely strokes later, he removed his chest from her tits. He got ready to slam his cock forward. He was set to push and plunge it into her mound. His fingers clasped against her legs for a few more seconds, after which he reached out and grabbed at her hips. He held on, and as he did, Gil got set to let his thundering cock push forward. He blasted away literally, driving his hot steely tool toward her open, waiting mound.
"Shove it inside me," she said. "I was waiting for something beautiful like this. Penetrate inside my pussy. Really give me a good fuck."
As her hips danced and swayed, Gil threw his cock forward. He blasted it with eager rapidity as it pushed inside her mound. Ever so eagerly he let it come into steady contact with her snatch. He pushed and shoved his penis into her mound, working it with great desire inside her pussy. A few timely strokes later, Gil knew just how closely he was moving. For that reason he deliberately slackened off. He slid his cock a little slower than before. He wanted to see to it that his brilliant movements continued for as long as they possibly could. Gil was confident of getting as much in the way of beautiful sensation as possible as a result of his swift fucking stabs inside her pussy. So he learned to control the levels of pressure. Whenever he would feel the itchiness accelerating in his balls, Gil would make it a point to stroke more slowly than before as he wielded his cock inside of his lover's snatch. He kept right on plunging his cock, but he slowed up the pace every now and then, seeking to make certain that he did not go too far too fast. Since he was receiving such brilliant sensations from every plunging stab that he deposited inside her box, he was determined to see that the action lasted for a while.
His cock kept on grinding, pushing and plunging against her hot snatch. She tightened her cunt muscles, doing all that she could to provide her lover with great satisfaction. Since Gil had won her heart completely through his inspired efforts, his lover was doing all that she could to reciprocate, grinding her hips back and forth and shoving her buttocks ever so eagerly as Gil kept up his steady, decisive cock stabs.
A few strokes later, Gil found himself once more on the verge of orgasm. He kept grinding his cock deep inside his lover's mound, pushing it against her hot nest, enjoying the tight sensations that she supplied.
As he worked himself ever nearer to that grand moment of climax, he reached out and grabbed her hips. He held onto them, and all the while her whole body trembled while he fucked her. He kept blasting and pushing with his cock, sending it spiritedly forward as he asserted it with hot blasts and shoves inside her mound. A few moments later, Gil knew he would be there, and for the moment he was determined to make this the best possible fuck he could receive as he slid his penis back and forth resolutely inside her pussy well. He kept driving his tool sharply inside her pussy, letting it work against her pussy lining, slamming his peter into her hot snatch as he blasted away and pushed himself that much nearer to the point of orgasm. A few hot, grinding stabs later, he could feel the passions beginning to build in his balls. So he kept up his fervent stabs, propelling himself forward at a swift pace, driving his tool into her mound. He kept shoving and stabbing, pushing hard with his cock, blasting it eagerly inside her snatch as he worked ever closer to the big moment. Soon it would be blast-off time, and the droplets of stirring juice would shoot from his tool and into her mound.
While Gil kept up his fervent pace, he reached out and grabbed his lover's breasts. He held onto them, clutching hard and fast, and all the while he was that much closer to pushing his way to a spirited orgasm. He kept blasting with his tool, driving it sharply forward, slamming it relentlessly inside her hot pussy. As her hips kept grinding, and as she sturdily reacted to every steady cock stab that he sent her way, Gil found himself ever nearer. He could feel the hot agitating juice circulating inside him. He knew just how closely he had pushed himself to that great moment. As he kept fucking her, driving his tool into her hot mound, pushing his penis savagely forward, Gil looked down and observed the way that his balls were expanding. He could see that the onrush of juice was making its impact felt. Pretty soon he would be in an uncontrollable state of excitement. At that point the juices would just have to unleash themselves from the end of his stirring pecker.
Gil kept right at it, blasting hard and fast with his cock as he shoved his tool deep inside his lover's mound and pushed himself ever closer to orgasm.
He kept on fucking her. His hard cock kept on spinning and surging as he propelled it forward inside her snatch. A few seconds later, the juices were ready to shoot. The hot liquids started to spill from the end of his dick. The juices began to gush finally, and as they did, his whole body twisted back and forth. He kept right on blasting forward, driving his dick inside her mound, sending the prolific juices into her pussy.
While in the midst of all of the passionate turmoil, and as Gil kept on plunging his fingers against her breasts, the juices started to shoot from her snatch as well. Her hips danced and she heaved a sigh as Gil kept hanging onto her breasts, his body jerking back and forth as the droplets of penis liquid continued to shoot from his hard dick.
"What a fuck," Gil said, "what a beautiful fuck. Damned, what screwing. Baby, what a tight box you've got. Just keep twisting. Keep churning your body. This is so good. What a nice screw."
He kept on gasping and sighing as the spirited juices continued to spill from the end of his dick. A few strokes later Gil removed his cock from her mound. He got up slowly from the bed.
"I guess I'll sleep well tonight," he smiled. "This is enough exercise to last me a month."
"Thank you so very much, Gil. I needed it badly. I didn't realize just how badly I did need it until I actually got it."
"I guess we both received plenty of satisfaction," Gil smiled wearily as he tucked her under the chin.
"I would say so."
He stood before her next to the bed. He dropped his head downward, then let his lips push against hers.
The thing that hurt both of them most was the knowledge that they would probably never be able to make it again. It would be too big a risk, one that neither one of them could afford to take. But they would be able to carry with them always the fond memories of the one time that they did get together and enjoy a stirring fuck.
Betty watched as Gil began to put on his clothes. She quickly took the cue, easing her body upward from the bed. As she slid on her panties, Gil looked over and smiled at her fondly once more.
CHAPTER 5
Several nights later, Betty sipped Martinis in a despondent frame of mind.
What made Betty feel so terrible was that two days after her fantastic sex experience with Gil, his wife returned home from her trip. The very thing that she had feared had happened. Even when she was gearing herself for the possibility that she would never be able to have sex with Gil again, or at least not in the foreseeable future, she had simultaneously hoped that maybe she was wrong. She kept thinking that perhaps she would be able to engage in some beautiful sex with him again, but it just didn't work out that way. Once that Gil's wife returned, it was back to her husband, Phillip.
That week Phillip had been extremely busy. He had called the house an hour earlier, informing her that he had to perform emergency surgery and would not be home until very late. She was at home alone, but with her two teenage children out on dates. Her lovely brown-eyed daughter, Carla, sixteen years of age, was at the movies on a date. Her handsome, dark-haired son of fifteen, Ken, was also out on a date. Without regular sex from a partner with whom she could empathize in the right way, she threw herself into drinking in lonely, despondent stages, or into the activities of her children She advised them in every phase of their respective lives in which they wanted advice, and she was constantly keeping herself apprised as to how well they were doing in their school work. Since they were both very good-looking teenagers, they had more than their share of dating opportunities.
Betty was a little worried about Ken, however, in that he was dating a young girl named Cindy that she did not care for. Whereas Ken was a sincere young man, she had a gut feeling that perhaps Cindy wasn't.
As for her daughter, Carla, she had no such worries. At that point in her life, Carla was playing the field, which was just the way that Betty figured she should act at that age.
As she kept sipping her Martini, her eyes focused on the television set, observing the movie that she didn't really like at all that well, Betty decided that it would be a good idea to just turn the set off. So Betty got up and impatiently shut it off, stretching out on the sofa as she sipped her Martini. She was hoping she could get drunk. Very often when she imbibed enough to where she was thrown into a state of at least semi-drunkenness, she was able to forget about some of her problems. But such was not the case this particular evening. She found that she was unable to get drunk. That always bothered her. When she wanted to get drunk, and felt as if she needed to, she never seemed to be able to make it.
A few minutes later, she heard the front door open. It was Ken.
"I'm so damned mad," he shook his head, fire penetrating from his eyes.
"What's the matter, darling?" his mother asked.
"It really burns me up. You know, I've been so nice to Cindy. Now she tells me she doesn't want to go steady any more."
"I think that's the best thing for you," she said. "You were really a little too young to be going steady any way. There's no reason why you should get that serious about a girl at this stage in your life. You should be more like Carla. Just play the field, have a few dates, and enjoy yourself."
"I'm really ticked off," he shook his head. "I don't like this at all. She said there were other guys she wants to go out with, too."
"You might be upset when I tell you this, but I don't think Cindy's good enough for you," she told him bluntly.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't think she's a really sincere girl. She too coquettish for her own good. She's interested in really turning the boys on. I can see it in the way that she dresses and in the way that she acts. I know her type."
"Do you really think it's better that I'm not going with her any more?"
"I wouldn't be saying that if I didn't think it were true. Yes, I think you're much better off this way."
"Perhaps you're right. I don't know. All I can say is that it really jolted me. But, I guess you've got to live and learn about these things."
"Of course you do. Just play it like an adult, Ken, and you'll be much better off. You're my loving son and I think the world of you. Come over here and give your mother a kiss."
Ken walked toward the sofa.
"Why have you been drinking so much, Mom?" he asked.
"How do you know that I have?"
"You wouldn't have that redness in your eyes if you hadn't been."
"You're a very perceptive young man. Yes, I guess I've been a little depressed."
"Don't be. You're the most beautiful woman I know."
"That's such a sweet thing to say."
Ken's kind comment, coupled with her desire to ease his feelings, caused her to put more impact into the kiss that he sent her way than she ever had in the past. She had the desire to reach out and touch him, and she yielded to it. She grabbed forward and threw her arms around Ken's body, while his lips pushed eagerly against hers. A few seconds later, as he removed his lips from hers, Ken's eyes suddenly were all lit up. They wore the expression of a hot man who has found the object of his fascination. There was an instinctive instant chemistry that was developing between them, and as Ken slipped his tongue forward, he pushed it inside his mother's mouth. It shocked them both that he was boldly French kissing with her. They were in such a state of wild agitation, however, that they weren't about to question what they were doing at that very moment. Ail Ken knew was that his heart was throbbing unaccountably, and as he glided his tongue around inside his mother's mouth, Betty returned fire. She ever so zestfully let her tongue connect with his, and they kept up their stimulating tongue movements for the next .few moments, after which Ken removed his tongue from his mother's mouth.
He jumped up from the sofa, straightening his body which now was trembling.
"I don't know what's getting into me," he said.
"I don't know either. All I do know is that you sure did give me a kiss."
Ken felt compelled to go even farther. As he examined his mother's sexy body, he could see that she possessed much more in the way of curves than Cindy. All in all, she was a much more desirable woman. Never in the past had he thought of her in quite such an intimate sex context. He was certainly impressed by her beauty, and it always thrilled him to hear complimentary remarks from his young male friends about what a beautiful mother he had.
But this was different. He was feeling the same kind of hungry desire that he normally reserved for girls in his own age category.
His mother was wearing a light yellow robe, and instinctively Ken wanted to reach out and undo it. He reached down with both hands, untieing the straps of her robe. He opened it quickly, examining her lovely body.
He gasped and his heart began to pound with thumping rapidity as he observed his mother's almost nude body. She wore nothing but her panties and bra, and he took in her beautiful breasts. He remembered that Cindy had only allowed him to see her nude twice. On both those occasions he had been restricted in his sex activity. He had sucked out her mound, than had been jerked off by her as she pumped her fingers up and down the full length of his huge, bulging stick. A few moments later, he decided to go all the way. He had to strip her. He wanted to see her beautiful body totally exposed. His nervous fingers tugged at her robe, pulling it off of her as she lay there on the sofa. She extended her legs, waiting for him to finish undressing her. He unsnapped her bra with one swift tug of the wrists, then reached down and grabbed her panties. He pulled at them several times, driving them swiftly down her legs, then off of her altogether.
His next move was to dive downward toward her legs, between them. As she lay sprawled out on the sofa, her body twisting, particularly the hips, he reached out and slid his fingers inside her snatch. He toyed with her mound, playing with her pussy hairs for several quick moments. His rapid-fire strides caused her whole body to twist and turn as she lay there. He reached out with his right hand and slid his fingers inside her mound. Ever so convincingly he plunged them deep inside her hot gash. He could already feel the moisture surfacing in her pussy. It made him feel good to know that he was exciting his mother to such an extent. Back and forth his fingers stabbed ever so eagerly. He kept them plunging for a few more strokes, after which he removed them. He reached down and clutched at her panties, which he slid down her legs. He pulled sharply and then reached out and plunged his fingers deep inside her gash. The faster that he manipulated his fingers, the quicker that her hips turned.
He removed his fingers from his mother's mound, then clutched at her legs. He held hard and fast to her hips, then glided his fingers downward toward her ankles. Ken held on sharply to her ankles, clutching his fingers against them smoothly and sharply. A few strokes later, he went upward with his fingers once more. This time Ken fixed his fingers on his mother's buttocks. He loved touching her warm, creamy thighs. He liked the feel of her hot ass cheeks a lot better than he had enjoyed touching Cindy's. For one thing she seemed to possess a natural sense of rhythm. She knew just how to let her hips dance rhythmically as they bounced up and down on the sofa. All the while he could hear her heavy breathing, and he came to feel that much more desire to suck her.
As his fingers kept clutching at her butt, Ken dropped his tongue downward toward her left leg. He let his tongue connect with her thigh, after which he reached out and let his teeth gnaw at her leg. The quicker that he employed his teeth, the faster that her body twisted and turned. She loved what he was doing to her.
He removed his teeth from her left leg, then allowed his tongue to start plunging against her right thigh. He slipped his tongue ever so rapidly, keeping it moving for several long moments. His teeth then went to work against her thigh. He kept it going for a few strokes, then removed it.
Ken knew that it was time to close in on her pussy. But before he got around to sucking out her lovely mound, he dipped inside her snatch one more time with his fingers.
He smoothly manipulated his finger tips inside her now fully aroused pussy. Her hips kept on twisting and turning as he sustained his pace. He now was ready to drive his tongue inside her snatch.
As Ken's fingers kept on connecting with her thighs, he dropped his tongue down between her legs. He pushed and plunged it against her mound, letting his tongue exercise itself with sweeping impact against her hot snatch. He started out quickly, unable to hold back the flood tide of excitement that existed within him. He found himself much more eager to bring off his own mother and to taste her passionate juices that he had ever been with Cindy. He could see that it stemmed from the way that his mother reacted. From the very time that he'd kissed her, he sensed that he was engaged in a passionate relationship with a woman who was willing to go all the way. That impressed him greatly as his tongue kept on working inside her mound, driving brilliantly, pushing against her snatch as he drove her ever nearer to orgasm.
Her trembled even more rapidly than before, and all the while he kept up his pace, sliding his tongue inside her mound.
"Reach out and slap at my butt," she sighed. "I really love that, dear. Do it for me.
Come on, just give me the beautiful action. Keep tonguing my mound. I like it when your tongue works its way inside my pussy. This is so good. You're so great. Come on and suck me. Come on and grind your tongue inside my pussy. Do it, baby. Suck. Come on. Suck my mound."
Ever so eagerly he kept up his diligent pace, working his tongue enthusiastically inside her mound. Back and forth Ken's swift tongue kept on penetrating inside his mother's snatch. Betty was overjoyed. It was the first time since her affair with Gil that she had received the kind of physical attention she really loved and wanted. But now she was not taking on a man who was married. She was having sex with her own flesh and blood, her pussy being enthusiastically attacked by her son.
"Keep working your tongue," Betty said. "This is so good. You're really stroking. You're gonna bring me off. You've got a nice rhythm. Your tongue is doing so well. Just keep it grinding inside me. Keep it working. Stab me with it. Suck my mound. Suck the juices out of me. Every solitary drop. I need the stuff. I really need it."
Ken reached out and patted her buttocks. He kept on slapping at them while he tongued her mound, working her pussy briskly. A few more rapid-fire strokes later, Ken could see that he was just about to push Betty over the cliff. Her hips kept grinding and she pushed her body forward as she reacted sharply to his every driving tongue stab. A few swift stabs later, she heaved a sigh louder than all of her other reactions.
At that point, he slapped one more time at her buttocks, then held onto them sharply. His fingers pushed and pressed against her as the surging juices spilled from her snatch and into his mouth.
"What a relief, what a relief," she said softly. "You were so good. Your tongue was so nice. You did it beautifully."
As soon as Ken removed his tongue from his mother's slit, he got up from the rug. He had been perched there ever so dramatically on his knees, sucking his mother's cunt until she had exploded. Now she reached out with her right hand. She unzipped Ken's trousers, then grabbed hold of his cock, which she worked her fingers up and down on ever so joyously.
"Such a nice prick," she said. "We've got to go into the bedroom. You've got to undress, too. I want to undress you, baby. I want to go all the way. I want you to fuck me."
To Ken, things were happening so fast that he could hardly believe it. His head spun over the dizzying sequence of events that were taking place.
CHAPTER 6
As Ken lay there, his body twisting and turning on the bed, his mother went to work on him thoroughly.
She had removed his shirt, then his trousers. Betty proved that she meant business by the way she tugged at Ken's trousers, taking them off of him. As she finished, she reached down and grabbed his shorts. She felt obliged once more to reach out and grab his cock. She let her fingers stroke even more quickly than before, driving her fingers up and down the huge lengthy base of his instrument.
"My cock's on fire," Ken exclaimed loudly. "Your fingers are so good. I like the way you're moving along my dick. What a beautiful feeling."
"I knew you'd love it."
"This is great."
She kept on manipulating her fingers over Ken's dick for a few more strokes. When she removed her fingers from his hard cock, she stretched out on the bed. In order to entice Ken that much more, she reached out and slid her fingers around her snatch. But it really wasn't all that necessary for Betty to entice Ken anymore. He had already been pushed to the highest level of excitement, and now he knew that he just had to get his rocks off inside her mound.
He could tell by the way that Betty was twisting her body just what she wanted. She was giving him as good and distinct an invitation as he could possibly hope to receive. Her hips kept grinding back and forth, and now Ken was ready to approach her with his cock. He wanted to stick his long, stabbing tool inside her mound. to push and plunge it ever so resourcefully into her hot snatch until every droplet of surging cock juice shot from the end of his stick.
Ken could see that his whole body was trembling, and he recognized how badly he needed her. He reached out with both hands and let his fingers clutch sharply against her breasts. He held on so tightly that he could actually see the blood draining from her skin. But she did not mind it. As a matter-of-fact, Betty's body began to wiggle even more rapidly than before as her hips danced back and forth. She wanted to receive the surging cock strokes from him, and she was encouraging him in every way that she knew how.
"Shove your pecker into my pussy," she said. "No need to be bashful around me, baby. I'm just a horny woman who needs satisfaction. You're just the man who can give me that kind of satisfaction. Work your tool inside my mound. Really give me a fuck. Drive your cock inside me. Really penetrate. Send your hot tool inside my mound. Give me a spectacular fuck. I need it, my dear. Go ahead. Grind it inside me."
That was all the inspiration that Ken needed. He removed his fingers from her breasts, then let them glide downward toward her legs. He loved touching her thighs ever so soothingly. As he held onto them, Ken asserted his cock. He let it push forward, permitting it to penetrate inside her snatch. He worked his cock forward as it pushed into her mound. Back and forth he drove it, sliding his tool inside her hot mound. As he kept up his steady pace, he noticed just how much he was putting out. Without even having to make any additional effort, he instinctively began to slam his cock harder and deeper inside her pussy. He ground it forward, allowing it to slide into her mound. A few strokes later, Ken realized just how closely he was moving. He could see that ever so inevitably he was getting ready to shoot his juices. So he kept up his stabbing pace, asserting his cock forward, driving it diligently inside her pussy as he fucked her with everything that he had. He put effort into each and every stab, realizing just how much more closely he was drawing with each stabbing stroke. He loved the fucking that he was giving her, and it did him a world of good to know just how much she was reacting to his every blasting stab. As a matter-of-fact, Betty was drawing ever nearer to the point of climax. She found she could scarcely take any more of the savage cock strokes that he was employing inside her mound.
A few blasting cock stabs later, her whole body began to twitch as the juices shot from her pussy.
"My damned, what a fuck," she said. "You dirty fucker you. Come on, Ken. Keep blasting away. Keep your hot cock plunging into my mound. Drive your dick forward. Blast it hard, baby doll. Oh, yeah, you're so good at it. Keep fucking me. Slide your cock. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my hot mound."
As the juices shot from her pussy, Ken received that much more incentive to give her a satisfying screw. So he kept blasting away with his hard cock, letting it push and slide deep inside his mother's pussy as he moved ever nearer to that point of climax. A few strokes later, he could really begin to feel the juices swelling in his balls. His balls kept expanding with each and every hot blast that he kept putting forth. He pushed and plunged with his long tool. Vigorously blasting her with it as he pushed that much closer to that supreme moment of orgasm, the point when the surging juices would begin to spill from the end of his pecker and shoot into her mound.
"Get ready, I'm that much closer," he told her.
"Just keep fucking me. I love it. You're blasting away. I don't want it to ever end. Keep it up as long as you can. Just keep fucking me. Just keep driving your surging cock into my mound. Fuck me good. Baby doll. Penetrate me. Blast me with your dick. Come on, do it. come on, baby."
He rammed her deeply with his huge cock, sending his tool inside her pussy as he drove that much nearer. A few hot, blasting strokes later, Ken knew that he could not withstand his pace any longer. The juices would just have to shoot from the end of his tool, and with purposeful insight, he started slapping at her buttocks, getting her that much more prepared to receive the stimulating juices that would be prolifically shooting from the end of his piston-like cock.
"Keep blasting me." she said.
"I will. I'm about to juice. I've got to juice. I've got to spill my cock liquid inside your snatch."
"Keep socking it to me. I'm really feeling it. I love it."
She wiggled her hips back and forth, making certain that she matched every penetrating stroke that he sent her way. Ken kept on sustaining his brilliant pace, working his cock deep inside her, blasting hard as he pushed himself that much closer. A few piston-like stabs later, he knew that the juices were ready to shoot. He looked down at his balls, ever so proud that they had stored up such a load of juice, all of which was getting ready to spill wildly from the end of his blast-furnace cock.
Ken slapped at her buttocks a few more times. At long last the juices were ready to spray from the end of his stick. His body trembled as the first few drops eased out of the end of his tool. Ken knew that there was a good deal more in the way of cock juices that would spurt out of his stick, and he kept up his driving movements, continuing his forceful stabs as he prepared for the great deluge. A few seconds later as his heart pounded relentlessly, the brunt of the orgasm began to escape from the end of Ken's long hot poker. It sizzled forth, shooting from his huge tool and into her mound. As his cock juices kept on spilling from the end of his dick, Ken was overjoyed. His whole body trembled as he heaved a deep sigh. While the spurting liquids shot from his dick and into her mound, he leaned forward and slid his tongue inside her mouth. Back and forth he manipulated his tongue, letting it collide with her tongue as the juices shot inside her pussy.
While their bodies danced and swayed, moving back and forth, he unleashed every passionate droplet of liquid from his cock. He then removed his penis from her snatch.
"That's what I call a beautiful fuck," she said. "You really let yourself go. That's the only way to screw as far as I'm concerned."
"I agree with you. Oh, damned, I can hardly believe what I've just been through. It was so good I never wanted to stop."
"I think I'll reach out and grab your cock. I'll get it up to where it was before. I want to pump it full of all kinds of enthusiasm, then I want to go down on it."
"That would be super."
"Have you had many girls suck your cock, Ken darling?"
"Some of those damned chicks at school are too chicken shit," he said bitterly. "Sure, they want you to go down on their box. like Cindy. She'd let me suck her pussy, but she'd sure as hell never go down on my prick. She thought she was being real generous if she reached out and fingered my cock until it juiced."
"I know her type," Betty nodded. "I told you that I didn't think too much of her."
"I guess you were right.", he shrugged She worked her fingers skillfully against his balls. It made her feel great just to observe his reaction. His whole body shook under the influence of her steady, stabbing finger movements. Back and forth she skillfully manipulated her fingers against Ken's balls. Ever so zealously she attacked them, holding on firmly, clutching at his balls as she moved him into a state of agitation every bit as impressive as the first had been. It was as if he had not even shot. He was extra eager to get his rocks off once more, to unload his juices this time inside her mouth. It made him feel great to know just how eager she was to please him, and as she kept fingering his balls, he looked up at the beautiful woman who was fingering them. He could hardly believe it. This was his mother, but he didn't give a damn right then. All he cared about was fucking her, receiving as much in the way of passionate satisfaction as he could.
She leaned forward and removed her fingers from his testicles. He could hardly see from the wide-eyed hell-fire look on her face just how badly lovely Betty wanted to please him. Her finger erupted against the tip of his cock. She enjoyed rubbing her fingers against the foreskin of his penis, and as she did so, he felt tremendous tickling sensations circulating throughout his whole body. He reacted so sharply that he thought he was going to fly off the bed. He gasped loudly several times, and she could tell from his reactions just how much Ken was enjoying her assertive movements.
"This is beautiful," Ken said. "It's like I'm gonna blast off the moon. You're gonna get a beautiful load. I just know you are."
By assuring Betty as to how good a load she was going to receive, it made her that much more eager to keep on penetrating with her fingers. She began to glide them up and down the full length of his long dick.
After she fingered his cock several times, she would reach out and grab his balls, tugging at them. She slid her fingers soothingly along his penis, slowing down a little bit, wanting to tease and entice him that much more with her movements.
"This I love," she said. "I really like turning you on."
Her fingers circulated a few more times against his cock, after which she decided that she ought to initiate some sucking. She dropped her head down between his legs, then let her tongue move in slow motion against his balls. She did it so slowly that he went wild with passion, enjoying the level of tongue activity that she supplied.
"You're tickling the hell out of me," he gasped. "I can't believe how good you are with your tongue. This is so good. It's so nice. Just keep it going."
His hips kept bouncing up and down on the bed as she continued to employ her tongue against his balls. She worked it searchingly, stepping up the speed of her pace. All the while his body rocked.
CHAPTER 7
Ken's body wiggled and twitched as Betty continued to suck his balls. She stepped up her pace dramatically, working her tongue with feverish impact against his testicles as she slipped her fingers up and down the full length of his dick.
She could tell from the sounds of Ken's heavy breathing just how eager he was to move closer to the point of dramatic orgasmic release. She reached down and slid her tongue against the tip of his cock. She toyed with the foreskin of his penis, flicking her tongue against it, causing him to feel shock waves of excitement. While she moved her tongue against the tip of his long, hard dick, she reached down with both hands and glided her fingers around his wet balls, which glistened from her saliva. As she tickled the tip of his throbbing member, Ken's whole body wiggled. He was enjoying the stirring movements that she supplied, and as the sucking continued, he knew how eager he was to get off his rocks. It made him feel great to know that Betty was that eager to supply him with every type of physical desire.
Her tongue kept on sliding briskly, moving with sweeping impact to the point of climax. Her tongue plunged and pushed as she kept working it steadily against his flaming penis. She was moving rapidly, pushing him ever nearer. Her fingers connected with his balls more sharply than ever before as she sucked him, driving her tongue against his cock as she kept pushing him toward the brink. As her tongue moved, so did his body, which was reacting noticeably to every piercing movement her tongue employed.
For quite some time, Betty concentrated on the tip of her son's cock. After a while she began to assert herself over the full length of his hot member. She began to work her tongue more quickly than before, driving it up and down his long, steely tool as she pushed him that much closer to the point of orgasm. Up and down she sucked him, driving her tongue with speedy consistency against his long prong as she sucked him ever closer to the point of climax. The faster that she sucked, the more intense her movements became as she applied her tongue up and down the full length of his throbbing spear.
His body kept propelling back and forth as she kept up her determined strides, working her tongue against his long dick as she sucked him.
"You're really giving me a hose job," Ken sighed. "I've never gotten anything this good before. You're so good with your tongue. Just keep it driving. Come on and slide it, baby. You've got to bring me off. Work your tongue up and down my dick."
While his mother continued to assert her tongue ever so eagerly up and down his long, hard rod, he reached out and slid his fingers against her thighs. He loved touching her warm, zestf ul skin, and just doing so got him that much more excited. He could hardly believe that any woman could be this uninhibited. Every now and then he would think about the fact it was his mother who was giving him such a beautiful fuck. But the more he thought about it, the more unex-plainable the whole thing seemed to be. It just bowled him over recognizing that she was the one who was working him into such a lather. But he only thought about her being his mother for just a short period of time. Generally speaking he was so far gone with excitement that the only thing that registered in his mind was the knowledge that he was getting a beautiful suck from a gorgeous woman.
Up and down she kept on driving her tongue against his searing pecker. Her fingers reached out and began to slide along his instrument. If she were sucking the tip of his cock, her fingers would grab hold of the base, whereas, if it was the base that was getting sucked, she would touch the tip. But all the while she kept right on working, driving her tongue with enthusiastic vigor as she propelled him ever closer to the point of orgasm.
A few strokes later, as his body twisted and turned, Ken recognized that he could not hold back any longer. He looked forward to that great moment of final impact when the profuse juices would bolt from the end of his dick and into her mouth. He savored that opportunity, and was looking forward to that big moment when the juices would ultimately spray.
"Keep working on my tool," he said with ever-mounting impatience. "Slide your tongue over it. I really like this. This is my kind of fucking."
As his buttocks bounced up and down on the bed, she kept grinding her tongue. A few strokes later, she was all set to devour him. As for Betty, she considered this a dream come true. She had been looking all over, hoping to find a man who could fill in the void of her life, the one created by her husband. And here he was. Somebody who lived right in her home. Her own son. He was as passionate a young man as she could have hoped to find. She liked the way that he reacted to every solid tongue stab that she directed his way. It made her feel great to know just how much he appreciated her. That knowledge caused Betty to assert her tongue with even more conviction as she blasted away, driving it up and down the length of his huge stick.
A few seconds later, the juices were about to spray from the end of his mammoth organ. His hips wiggled back and forth, and all the while he gasped loudly as he waited for the first few droplets of cum to shoot from his cock.
"Get ready for a big blast," he said proudly. "I have loads of juice stored up inside me. You're gonna swallow it. It's gonna be so nice."
Ken reached out with both hands and slapped at his lover's buttocks. He loved holding onto her hot ass cheeks as the juices were set to unleash from his cock. A few moments later the first few droplets began to spray from the end of his tool. His hips spun eagerly as they flipped back and forth and the steaming pecker liquids ignited from the end of his long instrument and shot into her hot mouth.
"Go ahead, swallow every drop of it," he said. "Go get it. Come on, do it."
Ken watched as the stream of thick, searing white liquid shot from his blazing instrument. It kept on spraying her mouth, splashing profusely out of the end of his cock and into her mouth. A few droplets were too much to handle, and they spilled out of the left side of her mouth. That got Betty angry. She wanted to handle every precious drop of creamy liquid that bolted from her son's cock. So she made a determined effort to hang onto the rest of it. Her tongue kept on wiggling back and forth as she sought to contain every drop of cream that shot from him.
A few seconds later it was all over. Both Betty and Ken felt an internal peace that had not been there before. They had given their all, and together they had enjoyed the stimulating sex that they had engaged in.
He lay stretched out on the bed for a few moments. Betty still felt compelled to engage in more sex. She was like a child with a new toy. Now she had someone that she had ready access to. In the case of Gil, as good as he was in sex, and as much as she liked him, she. had known all along that he was married. She realized that it would soon be risky for her to carry on an affair with him. She had beautiful memories of their one sex extravaganza, but she knew that she would never again more than--likely have sex with him. In the case of Ken, she knew that the opportunities were limitless. After all, there were times when her daughter Carla and husband Phillip were never around. It was getting more and more to the point anyway where Phillip was hardly there. He was so tied down with his doctor's responsibilities, in his spare time he generally seemed too tired to have sex anyway. He preferred spending his time away from the job, playing golf or cards with his buddies at the country club. That was fine with Betty now. She had found somebody to replace him. She would see to it that she engaged in every stimulating act with her son.
Betty reached out finally with her right hand. She slid her fingers over his cock. Up and down she worked her fingers, letting them slide against the tip of his hot instrument. Pretty soon she was asserting herself as boldly as she had before. Her fingers kept pressing and pushing as they maintained steady contact with his skin. Up and down she projected her fingers, turning him on in as big a way as she knew how. She had received such stimulating enjoyment from her first fuck with him that she wanted to receive some more of the same kind of action. She wanted to feel the throbbing sensations of his long, hard penis inside her pussy.
As she kept on jerking, working her fingers up and down Ken's tool, she knew that he wasn't far removed from being ready to fuck her again. As a matter-of-fact, she was aware that he would do it any time she wanted him to. But she did not want to rush things. She wanted to let them develop a little. After all, she thought, what with getting that excited that fast, it was awfully easy to just get in a screw in no time at all. She didn't want to do that. She wanted to nurse every solitary moment.
"You sure do know how to move your fingers against my cock," he told her. "I like your style of action."
"Of course you do. I always want to do the best by you, honey."
"I know. So let's just keep it going. Just glide your fingers over my tool. I really like those movements."
She kept on plunging her fingers against his hard dick. She worked them rapidly for a few more strides, after which she released them.
"I want you to really ram your dick inside my mound," she told him. "I'm gonna just stretch out and let you go to work. You've got a thundering cock, baby, just the kind I like. I want you to really ram it inside me. I want you to let yourself go. Fuck me good and hard. Just blast me with your hot cock. Slam it into my mound. Darling, I really want it bad. I want you to fuck me. I want you to give me a beautiful, glorious screw."
"I wouldn't think of giving you any other kind."
"Then let's get with it."
Ken nodded. He looked down at his lover and grinned. It made him feel good that he not only was getting action of the kind that he scarcely could ever obtain at school, but that he was dominating such a beautiful mature woman as well. This was no high school chick, he recognized. It was a lovely, mature woman with the best body he had ever seen. It was flabbergasting in a way that it happened to be his own mother, but he wasn't about to let that impair his fun. He reached down with both hands, gliding his fingers against her buttocks. He held on sharply to her ass cheeks, pinching and squeezing them, and all the while he was looking down at her lovely form. Her body was already squirming, and Ken knew that it wouldn't be long before he would just have to shove his cock inside her pussy. He would make fantastic strides inside her mound, driving his tool steadily forward until every droplet of the hot penis juice shot from his pecker.
Back and forth his fingers continued to connect with her ass cheeks. He held onto the hot globes of flesh. A few steady strokes later, he removed his fingers from her buttocks. He reached out and grabbed her breasts. He held on hard and fast to her hot tits, grinding his fingers soothingly against them. A few convincing strokes later, he reached down and grabbed her legs. His fingers penetrated up and down her thighs and ankles, and all the while he knew just how close he was to plunging his tool inside her moist, invigorating twat.
When Ken removed his fingers from Betty's legs, he reached out with his right hand and let his fingers penetrate inside her pussy. That thrilled him no end. When he felt the moisture inside her snatch, it made him that much more aware as to how excited she was. He kept touching her mound, pushing and plunging his fingers inside her pussy lining, and as they did his own cock became filled with impatience. He knew he would just have to drive his lumbering tool forward and let it slide inside her box. He was going to go after her with everything that he had. He would grind and plunge his prick inside her pussy. He would slam his cock as eagerly as he knew how inside her mound until the hot cock juices shot from the end of his tool.
The faster that he stroked her mound with his fingers, the quicker that her hips swayed back and forth. She enjoyed the steady, exhilarating finger stabs that he supplied as she moved into a greater state of excitement. She knew that her lover would soon be driving his hot dick inside her pussy.
"Let me have it right now," she finally cried out with impatience. "You're gonna have to blast me, darling. Go ahead and fuck my mound. I need it right now. Damned, I need it. Come on and fuck. Drive your cock inside my pussy. Really let me have it. I want it so bad. I want your tool inside my mound. I want you to push and plunge it inside my snatch."
Ken removed his fingers from her snatch. He reached out and slapped at her buttocks a few times, then prepared to forcefully assert himself with his cock. He wanted to dramatically shove it forward, to give her a tremendous number of thrills with each and every flaming forward stab.
CHAPTER 8
Ken reached out with both hands and slid his fingers around her thighs. Her whole body trembled as he pushed his cock forward, preparing to thrust with it inside her mound.
Ever so convincingly he attacked her, ramming his cock eagerly into her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, making certain that he put everything into his initial forward thrust. As he slammed his pecker into her, he reached out and slapped at her thighs. He ground his fingers against them, holding on tightly to them as he fucked her. All the while he kept on brilliantly stabbing her snatch. His fingers held on as he kept it up, dazzlingly penetrating, working his cock inside her pussy as he moved that much closer to a satisfying orgasm. Ken realized that in order to make this as good a fuck as he wanted it to be, that he would have to regulate his pace. So he would work his cock with great speed for a little while, then would gradually slow up the pace. But all the while he kept on brilliantly driving his tool inside her pussy, slamming it rapidly into her mound, fucking hard and fast as he pushed himself ever nearer to the ultimate explosion that they were both waiting for.
As Ken's hard cock kept on driving sturdily and deeply inside his lover's snatch, he reached out and fingered her breasts. At first he did so ever so slowly, barely touching the skin, and then a few strokes later he was plunging with greater rapidity. Pretty soon his fingers were pinching and squeezing at her hot tits flesh as he kept fucking her, sending his stabbing tool deep inside her mound. His breathing sounded like that of a steam engine. He kept coming on strong, working his feverish cock as he penetrated it skillfully inside her mound. As for Betty, she was enjoying every stimulating thrust. Her hot lips and ass cheeks kept grinding and turning as he worked his cock forward, letting it drive ever so deeply inside her pussy. He slammed his cock as hard as he knew how, driving it diligently inside her snatch as he moved ever nearer to the point of climax.
He could feel the flow of semen that was agitatingly developing in his nuts. His balls were alive with excitement as Ken kept on pouring everything he had into his fucks, rotating his hips as his hard dick kept pushing deep inside her mound. He was moving that much closer to the point of climax, and every time that he fucked her he felt that much more gratified. He knew that he wasn't all that many strokes away from the wonderful moment of climax.
"Keep fucking me," she sighed. "I love the way your cock is moving. Keep it plunging. Keep pushing your dick inside my mound. Give it to me. Really screw me."
As Ken's cock kept on pushing deep inside his lover's mound, he reached out and slapped at her thighs. He held onto them, clutching hard and fast as his penis kept locking inside her pussy. She would thrust her body forward dramatically to meet the spirited dagger thrusts that he sent her way as he pushed himself that much nearer. A few strokes later, what with the passions continuing to develop in his cock and balls, Ken recognized that he couldn't hold out for much longer. Pretty soon the juices would be splashing from the end of his tool.
Ken kept on pursuing his lover's hot moist twat. His cock kept finding the range, pushing and plunging deep inside her snatch as he worked himself that much nearer. A few strokes later, he knew, the cock juices would be gushing from the end of his dick. They would be spraying wildly into her mound.
He kept blasting away, and while his fingers were concentrating on her buttocks, he would slap at them a few times, then would reach out and clutch them. As he entered into the final phases of the fuck, Ken decided to just hold onto her hot ass cheeks. He clutched sharply as he kept fucking, sending his savage tool deep inside her pussy. A few brisk strokes later, he knew, he would be off.
Ken finally heaved a deep sigh. His whole body twitched as the stream of juices began to shoot from the end of his pecker. At first he unleashed just a few droplets, but he knew that pretty soon the hot prolific white sea would be inundating her.
"Here we go, I'm really blasting," he gasped. "This is really fucking, baby. I love it. Damned, ahhh, I love being inside you."
"Let it all hang out. Come on, dear. Really unload the stuff. Do it. Yes, I really want it."
His hot cock kept on thrusting and blasting as the spurting juices shot from his cock. They unleashed themselves ever so profusely as he kept on fucking, blasting away with his cock, unleashing every droplet of satisfying cum from his tool and into her snatch.
Her hips kept bouncing back and forth, wiggling wildly as every satisfying drop of semen shot from the end of his dick and into her pussy.
A few seconds later the fuck was all over. Ken recognized that he had never in his entire life experienced anything quite like it.
Betty reached out with her right hand and ran her fingers through her son's sweaty hair. She was extremely proud of Ken for supplying her with so much in the way of wonderfully satisfying and delicious sensations.
"We really made quite a team," she told him. "I enjoyed every bit of it."
"So did I. I can hardly believe it. I can hardly believe that this is all for real, and that we actually did it."
"Well, we did. And I'm happy we found each other."
They immediately got dressed, recognizing that it wouldn't be all that long before Carla would be home from her date and Phillip would be home from the hospital.
Both Ken and his mother went to bed early that evening. They had enjoyed themselves to such an extent, and had burned off so much energy that they needed a good long sleep.
The next time that Betty made a move toward Ken, it was in the middle of a lazy Saturday afternoon. Betty's daughter Car la had gone on a skiing trip to the mountains, while her husband was playing golf with some of his buddies.
Ken had been watching a basketball game on television. As soon as it ended, Betty realized that her moment had arrived.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said.
"Oh, mom, you want to fuck with me again?"
"Absolutely. I didn't want our affair to end with just one session."
"Then fine. Let's do it."
They went into Betty's bedroom. She threw her arms immediately around Ken, and he did the same with her. It made him feel so great to push his chest against her lovely breasts. His chest kept pushing against her tits as he shoved his lips forward. He permitted them to press against her lips, and as they remained locked, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He kept on letting his fingers slide through her hair for a few moments. He then felt it was time to plunge his tongue inside her mouth.
"I want to French with you," he whispered.
"I'm so crazy about you, Ken. Go ahead. Throw your tongue into high gear. Push it inside my mouth."
Ken quickly made his move. He slid his tongue forward, allowing it to push inside her mouth. Ever so eagerly he let his tongue contact with hers. Back and forth he drove it, letting it splash against her tongue as he enjoyed every stimulating moment of lust that they shared.
Ken kept up the stimulating French kiss for a few moments, after which he removed his tongue from her mouth.
"Honey, I've got to take off your clothes," Ken told her.
He reached out instinctively and grabbed at Betty's blouse. He unbuttoned it with several quick movements, then tugged it off of her. He then reached out behind her and unstrapped her bra. Ken tossed her bra aside, then allowed his fingers to register against her breasts. He moved his fingers against her warm invigorating tits. Every time that he touched her there Ken caused her to feel that much more excitement. He felt good in knowing just how much power he was able to wield, with the knowledge and satisfaction that every time he wanted to step up the pace, he could control the level of excitement that she felt. She was literally in the palm of his hands as his fingers continued to steadily glide against her breasts. Ever so tenaciously Ken kept up his finger stabs, probing skillfully against her breasts as he drove her into a greater state of excitement. His fingers kept on pushing against her skin, and several seconds later he removed them from her hot tits.
Ken reached down and unzipped her slacks. He grabbed and tugged at her slacks, which he pulled down her legs. As he removed them altogether, he grabbed for her panties. He held onto her panties for a few seconds, then began to slide them down her legs. Ever so convincingly he clutched at them, driving them down her legs then off of her altogether.
"You're naked now and I love it," Ken said.
He got up quickly from the bed, deciding it was time to remove his own clothes. His mother lay there on top of the bed, her hips dancing back and forth with mounting glee. Every now and then Betty got so excited that she had to stimulate herself, so she reached out with her right hand and allowed her fingers to maneuver against her snatch. Back and forth she circulated her fingers, driving them against her pussy.
CHAPTER 9
Ken was down to his shorts.
His mother had watched with mounting excitement as he had ever so impatiently removed his clothes. Now all that he had on was his shorts, and as he reached down and tugged at the elastic, her hips ground back and forth. She knew she had to get off, and as she lay there, she reached down one more time and massaged her pussy. She toyed with it a few seconds, then suddenly removed her fingers. Betty was afraid that it would not be a good idea to finger her snatch for very long, because if she did she feared that she would juice. So she kept on working her fingers against it for a few moments, then suddenly released them.
She watched the shorts slide down her son's legs. She thrilled to the size of his huge erection, and as he stepped out of his shorts, he threw his body ever so eagerly into the bed. He landed in her arms, slipping his tongue forward and propelling it inside her mouth. Back and forth he pushed and plunged his tongue against hers, circulating with brisk efficiency, and a few seconds later he removed his tongue from her mouth. As he did so, he reached out and grabbed her . breasts. There was something about the firm snugness of Betty's breasts that particularly intrigued Ken.
His fingers kept darting and dashing against them, and all the while he felt an ever-heightening sense of emotion. As his fingers kept on penetrating against her breasts, Betty decided to make a request. She knew what she badly needed at that point.
"I wish you'd suck my ass-hole," she told him. "Just reach down there and start sucking, baby. That really feels so good. I want you to let your tongue go. Really allow it to plunge. Let it penetrate inside my ass-hole. Come on and suck, darling.
He pushed his tongue downward toward her ass-hole, but before he embarked upon sucking it, he decided first to let his tongue go to work against her hot buttocks. He reached out and let his tongue glide against her left buttock, projecting it back and forth for a few quick, savage strokes. That caused his lover's body to dart and sway with each movement. He then removed his tongue from her buttock, letting it go to work against her other ass cheek. Once more his tongue danced ever so spryly, and a few seconds later he removed it.
"Now I'll suck your ass-hole," he told her.
"Just let it go to work, my dear. Really sink it in there. Sink it deep inside my ass-hole. Give me a good sucking. Come on, dear. Really grind your tongue. Let it plunge. Come on, sweetheart. Yes, let's really let it go to work."
He moved his tongue forward, allowing it to circulate inside her ass-hole. Ever so skillfully and convincingly, Ken went to work. He slid his tongue with graceful impact, projecting it inside her ass-hole. Ever so knowingly he attacked her, driving his tongue inside her anus. At first he confined himself to sucking just barely inside the outer edges of her ass-hole. But pretty soon he was sinking his tongue more deeply into her than before. He was asserting himself briskly, pushing his tongue deep inside of her ass-hole as he ground it steadily, working it into her.
The more rapidly that Ken blasted with his hot tongue, the better that the whole thing made him feel. With each sweeping tongue stab he felt a greater sense of liberation. His tongue kept on driving and sliding inside of her hot anus. Ken worked his tongue as skillfully as he knew how, driving it against Betty's ass-hole as he pushed her into an ever greater state of excitement. He rammed his tongue all the way into her rectum, tickling her with his swift, thrusting movements. Back and forth he ground with his tongue, working it inside her ass-hole as he pushed her into an ever greater state of excitement.
"Just keep your tongue moving," she exclaimed. "Drive it, baby. Come on, really work it inside my hot ass. Suck me. Suck my ass-hole."
Her hips kept swinging and sliding, gliding eagerly as Ken asserted his tongue inside her anus. He was carried away with the enthusiastic passion of it all. He liked the way Betty wiggled her beautiful body, and he kept on driving his tongue inside her hot anus, making spirited impact with his hot frequent movements.
"Just keep your tongue sliding inside me," she said. "Work it inside my ass-hole. Come on, give it all you've got, baby. Drive it quickly. Just slide it inside my ass. Suck me.
Work it all the way into my rectum."
Ken kept on pursuing her, pushing his diligent tongue ever so deeply inside her ass-hole while his fingers ground against her buttocks. He stabbed her hot buttocks, and all the while his tongue kept working at a furious pace inside her ass-hole. He was desirous of giving her all the sensation he could as he sucked out her ass-hole. He would then pursue her pussy, working his tongue against her snatch until the juices exploded.
"Reach out and touch my mound," Betty suggested soothingly. "Play with my pussy. Really run your fingers over my snatch. I'm so damned excited. You're gonna get me even more excited."
Ken continued to work his tongue against her ass-hole. He let it grind and stab against her anus as he kept up his tongue movements, and all the while he toyed with her mound. He kept plunging his fingers against her snatch, and as he did he pushed her into that greater a state of eagerness. His tongue kept on penetrating, pushing inside her, working convincingly. A few strokes later, Ken knew, he would just have to get his tongue to work inside her pussy.
As Ken kept on wiggling his tongue with as much speed as he could muster, she felt that it was time to coax him into another phase of activity. His fingers kept manipulating against her pussy, and the helplessness within Betty kept mounting. She knew that she would just have to get her pussy sucked to a glorious climax.
"Go onto my snatch," Betty sighed. "Work your tongue against it. You've got to bring me off."
He removed his tongue from her ass-hole. He watched the way that her body kept on rotating. Ken reached out with both hands, driving with them against his lover's buttocks. He held onto her hot ass cheeks, then shoved his tongue downward toward her mound. He slid his tongue against her clitoris a few times, tickling it spectacularly, causing her whole body to sway. Once that Ken removed his tongue from her clitoris, he felt that it was time to push it inside of her mound. So he did so, driving it into her pussy, causing her to feel all kinds of wild tickling sensations as he sucked her snatch. Back and forth he let his tongue push ever so convincingly and eagerly, connecting with her hot, aroused mound. Her body danced vigorously with every solid tongue stab that he sent her way. He kept on gliding his tongue, working it back and forth. He was in the midst of a fantastic sexual onslaught as he sucked at her mound, driving his tongue deep inside her, working her to the flaming depths of passion as his tongue sank ever so deeply inside her pit. The longer and faster that Ken kept up his swift tongue strokes, the closer that he pushed her to a sweeping climax. He slapped at her buttocks every now and then, continuing his fervent tongue stabs, driving his tongue forward and pushing it deep into her hot box.
"Keep me going," she said. "I'm gonna have to juice. I can't take too much more of this."
While Ken kept on spiritedly tonguing her box, he reached out with both hands. He allowed his fingers to sink against her nipples. He squeezed them firmly while he kept on driving his tongue, letting it probe ever so searchingly as he pushed and plunged it against her mound. A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be shooting from her pussy and into his mouth. He felt that much more impatient about finishing the job. Ken kept right at it, sliding his tongue against her hot, moist snatch as he tongued her. He drove her ever nearer the point of climax. His tongue kept pushing and stabbing against her pussy as he worked her that much closer.
"Keep twisting your tongue," she said. "You've just about got me there. Keep working it"
He reached out and clutched at her thighs. He held onto her legs ever so firmly while his tongue kept working back and forth, driving like a piston as he supplied her with all kinds of beautiful sensation. A few strokes later, the juices were about to spray from her pussy. He stabbed with his hot tongue a few more times, getting her ever closer to that point. Soon the juices would be spraying from her snatch, and she kept angling her body upward, pushing it ever closer to his tongue as he kept driving it with spirited impact against her snatch.
A few strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot. As they began to spill from her pussy, and shoot into his mouth, his heart throbbed with great satisfaction. He knew he had done a beautiful job of sucking inside his mother's pussy, and as his tongue held fast, he began to taste the delightful droplets of juice that shot from her organ.
"Damned, what sucking," she sighed. "Just keep your tongue inside my box. Work it real nice. I really dig it. Go ahead, baby. Swallow every drop of the stuff. Come on, sweetie."
He removed his tongue a few seconds later from her pussy. He had the desire to reach down and toy with her ass. He had loved sucking out her ass-hole, and that gave him a further desire to concentrate on that part of her anatomy. As a matter-of-fact, what would really intrigue him, he knew, was to reach out and finger her ass-hole. So with that particular objective in mind, Ken reached out with his left index finger. He started to probe inside her ass. He pushed and shoved his finger inside her ass-hole, driving it eagerly. As her body twisted and turned, he pushed his finger high inside her ass-hole. He stabbed ever so relentlessly, working his finger into her anus as she came alive once more with sensation. He had brought her off once, and now she was receiving the hot finger stabs that he penetrated inside her ass-hole.
"I can't believe it," she said. "You're doing so great finger fucking me, my sweet. Just keep it up. Damned, oh, I can feel the itch throughout my whole body. Finger my ass. Drive it."
He kept circulating his finger with maximum efficiency inside her ass-hole. At first he probed with it inside the outer edges of her ass-hole, but soon he was delivering it with greater effectiveness than ever. He plunged his finger high and deep inside her anus, grinding it inside her, and as he did her whole body trembled and shook. He blasted away, pursuing her with his finger, driving it deep into her ass-hole. As he kept pushing and plunging, stabbing hard with his finger, Ken recognized just how much excitement he was providing for her. He stabbed sharply with his finger, making it into her ass-hole as he enjoyed every stabbing sensation. A few hot stabs later, he removed his finger from her hot anus. He was getting ready to do something even more bold than what he had just finished.
"I would like to fuck an ass-hole for once in my life," he smiled. "A friend of mine at school said how great it was. None of these chicks at school would ever let me fuck their asses. How about you, mom? We've done so much together. Why not let me fuck your ass-hole?"
"You sure are a daring young man," she laughed nervously. "I haven't had it done to me that many times."
"Dad's done it, I guess."
"He did. But it was just before we got married. Believe it or not, since we've been man and wife, I've never had it done to me by him. One time when I was in high school I let a football player, the campus hero, do it. Your dad was the other guy. I'll tell you, though. He's lost just about all the passion he had before we were married. Oh, he had some left after we got married, but before I knew it it started to dwindle. So he just isn't up to doing anything like that, I guess."
"He works awfully hard."
"That's the way it is with doctors," she nodded sadly. "They just don't have any time for sex. But I'll let you, baby. I really admire your guts. There's nothing that's ever going to disappoint you."
"That's right."
He reached out once more with his left index finger. Again he steadily probed with it, pushing and plunging it inside her ass-hole. Back and forth he worked his finger into her anus, then swiftly removed it.
"Why don't you lie over on your stomach," Ken suggested.
Betty nodded. She reached out and grabbed two pillows, placing one atop the other. She then extended her body forward, letting her stomach come to rest on top of the two pillows.
"Come on and fuck me," she said. "Just look at how my cute butt is dangling in the air."
Ken was overcome with excitement as he observed the trimness of his mother's hot ass cheeks. They looked even more enticing from the position that she assumed as she lay there on her stomach.
He reached out with both hands. He wanted his fingers to plunge and grind against her buttocks before he slipped his tongue inside her ass-hole. He reached out and squeezed her ass cheeks ever so tenaciously, holding on, massaging them vigorously with his fingers.
"That feels nice," she encouraged. "Just keep your fingers going, my sweet. I really like that. Go to it. Baby doll. I really do love it. Come on, honey. Finger my bottom."
His fingers kept pushing and sliding against her hot butt. A few strokes later, Ken released his fingers from her ass cheeks. When he did so, he felt it was time to move onto the ass fucking. He looked down at his long rigid prick, which was ready to strike. like a waiting rifle awaiting its prey, Ken prepared to proceed forward.
CHAPTER 10
Ken gritted his teeth tenaciously as he got set to insert his penis inside his mother's beautiful anus.
He gripped her buttocks for a few seconds more, then suddenly shoved his cock forward. He pushed it with one swift, decisive forward stab. He entered her with brilliant impact, putting just the right amount of pressure into his stabbing thrust. Back and forth he drove his steely tool, plunging it into her ass-hole as she reciprocated by flinging her hips back and forth, enjoying the stirring movements that he was sending her way.
"This is beautiful," she said. "Keep your cock grinding. Shove it inside my ass-hole. Come on, really blast away."
As Ken kept up his searing pace, he found himself-plunging his tool ever so sharply and more deeply inside her ass-hole than ever. He kept on spiritedly grinding his hot dick, and as he sent it deep inside her he fingered her thighs. He moved his fingers up and down her legs, and all the while the fucking continued at a steady clip. He loved what he was doing, asserting his cock forward as he plunged it inside her ass-hole.
With great determination he plunged it even deeper than before, putting everything that he had into each and every stroke. Ken was thoroughly enjoying the screwing action, knowing how eager he was to get off his rocks. So he kept it up, allowing his surging tool to smash back and forth as he ground it deep into her anus. He kept on employing his tongue with savage desire, working it inside his lover's ass-hole as he drove himself that much nearer to the point of orgasm.
His brisk, determined stabs kept on finding their mark. Ken enjoyed what he was doing. With every sharp tenacious thrust he pushed himself that much closer to orgasm. He kept ramming his hot tool, working it convincingly inside her as he drove ever nearer to that fervent moment of climax. His hard cock kept on stabbing and grinding, and all the while he was moving that much closer. It was a sensation unlike anything Ken had ever experienced before in his life. Never had he sank his cock into an ass-hole, and he could see that for tightness it couldn't match the sensations he was experiencing as he kept on fervently wielding his dick, grinding it inside her anus.
"This is so good," he said. "I like the tightness."
In order to help Ken out all the more, his mother purposely tightened her ass cheeks. Her whole body quivered as he kept on asserting himself brilliantly, pushing his sharp, tenacious tool ever deeper into her ass-hole. He ground and stabbed his hard dick inside her as he moved that much more steadily toward the big moment. Ken kept on plunging his dick deep inside her, fucking her hard and fast, brilliantly moving toward that great moment when the juices would be spraying from the end of his big dick.
He loved the challenge of fucking a hot, tight ass. He kept sending it forward, working it with great conviction inside her ass-hole as he fucked himself that much nearer to the point of orgasm. He could feel the mounting passions in his balls, and he knew there would be no way he could hold out for much longer. So he kept right at it, fucking her hard and fast, and as he moved that much nearer toward orgasm, she flipped her ass cheeks more rapidly than before. She kicked her legs back and forth as Ken continued his movements, sending his stabbing tool deep inside her anus as he ground himself that much nearer to orgasm.
"Keep fucking me," she exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Grind it hard inside my ass-hole. Fuck me real nice. Keep it going. Give me a good screw. Keep your cock inside my ass-hole. Ram it into me. Drive it hard."
Her hips kept fluttering, and all the while Ken continued his stroking. His flaming, impassioned dick kept on surging forward as he plunged his tool into her anus and projected himself that much closer to climax. He reached out and let his fingers hold on sharply to her thighs as his rigid prick kept up the pace, working deep inside her ass-hole as he got set to unleash his spirited droplets of cock juice.
"Just keep it moving," she said. "Fuck me. Just drive your cock inside my ass-hole. Come on, go off inside me. Keep your burning cock plunging. Stab it inside my hot ass. Do it. Come on and do it. I love your stroke technique. Come on, give me a nice fuck. Screw my hot ass."
A few stimulating cock strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from his hot cock. As they began to splash, he rammed his dick no back and forth a few more times. He was enjoying the stimulating passions that developed between the two of them, and he could hardly believe that anything could be quite this good. There he was, rocking his cock back and forth, enjoying the stimulating impact as the juices surged from his tool and into her ass-hole.
"You really fucked me," she said.
Ken released his dick from her anus at that point. He stretched out on the bed for a few seconds, but she would not give him any opportunity to rest. Betty reached out with both hands, allowing her fingers to glide against her lover's testicles. She held on firmly to them for several moments, then teased them with her swift, decisive finger stabs. Pretty soon she was asserting her fingers against his long hard prick. She glided her fingers ever so eagerly against his tool, causing him to feel the same degree of physical agitation that he had before he orgasmed inside her ass-hole.
"Damned, but my cock itches," he said.
"Then I think you ought to stab my pussy with it."
"I don't see why not."
"Let's really get into it."
His fingers maneuvered around her ass cheeks for a few more strokes. He then felt it was time to get on to some more fucking. Betty released her fingers from his cock. He was set to engage her in another tenacious screw. He wanted to ram his cock into her, to drive it at a steadily accelerating clip until every droplet of his satisfying juice bolted from the end of his hot rangy tool.
Before Ken started, he looked down at his penis. He reached out with both hands and began to finger his cock. He continued to do so for a few more moments, after which he abruptly released his fingers from his dick.
"Here we go," he said. "I've got to get inside your hot cunt. I've just got to fuck you."
He reached out and grabbed her thighs, parting them. He pushed his penis forward, letting it slide inside her pussy. Her ass cheeks wiggled with delight as he rammed his cock forward.
The thing that Betty liked most was the way that her son was developing in the act of sex with her. He had now reached the point wherein he knew just exactly what he wanted. He worked his hot, throbbing tool back and forth as he plunged his pecker inside her mound. He ground it surgingly inside her pussy. He slid it with stimulating passion and joy as he kept on grinding his dick ever deeper into her mound, and all the while she reacted sharply to his stimulating efforts. Her hips kept on grinding and threshing as he worked himself ever nearer to orgasm, letting his hot tool constantly collide with her pussy. He reached out and let his fingers run up and down her legs, and all the while he pushed that much closer to climax. He kept sending his stimulating dick ever so deeply inside her snatch, working himself that much nearer to the great moment of orgasm.
"Fuck me," she said impatiently. "I'm getting so close to juicing, baby. Your hot cock action does it. Oh, damned, I feel such tremendous itchiness in my pussy. I've got to juice."
As her body danced vigorously back and forth, Betty heaved a deep sigh. The juices began to spray from her pussy. She was overjoyed at what was happening to her. She was coming alive with her own son Ken. Enjoying him sexually in a way that she hadn't enjoyed Phillip in quite a spell. And all the while he kept on driving his hard throbbing stick inside her pussy. He kept on fucking her, working himself that much closer to that great moment of orgasm. A few strokes later, the juices were ready to spill. He fucked her hard and fast, and as he did, the juices were about to ignite from the end of his hard sharp tool.
"Keep it going," she said. "You're really grinding your cock, baby. I like this. Just keep fucking. Come on, ram your dick inside my pussy."
A few brilliant cock strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from the end of his tool. He reached out and slapped at her buttocks several times, and all the while the juices were ready to unfurl from his throbbing member and into her mound.
A few brisk fucking stabs later, the cock juices were set to ignite. He kept blasting away, fucking her sharply, sending his hot stabbing rod deep into her pussy as the juices were ready to explode.
He slapped at her buttocks a few more times, and suddenly the juices were ready to shoot. The first few droplets spilled forward, being followed by an avalanche of the thick white cream. As it sprayed voluminously from the end of his tool, his whole body jerked back and forth,' propelling with wild excitement. It kept on spraying as the final few droplets shot from his testicles. At that point Ken removed his penis from his lover's snatch.
"That was really a great one," she smiled at her son. "You know how to fuck me, sweetheart. I really admire your cock."
"I admire your cunt," Ken told her.
"I guess we'd better get dressed," Betty giggled. "Your father will probably be home in another hour."
"I guess we'd better," Ken laughed.
CHAPTER 11
The next afternoon Betty was at the house alone with her daughter Carla.
Phillip had taken Ken boating, and even though Betty had had a lot of fun screwing with Ken the day before, she was a little depressed again. She hated to have her handsome son gone. She would have liked to engage in sex with him again. That was the way that her disposition ran. Once that Betty was stimulated and involved herself in sex, she found that it was next to impossible for her to avoid steady activity. The more she received, the more she wanted. The times when she was receiving next to nothing from Phillip, even though she had craved for sex, it was in a different way. At that time she was like a woman dying of thirst in an expansive desert, desiring only a drop. Now that she had received that drop of water, she wanted to gulp down an entire pitcher and eliminate her thirst. She wanted to engage Ken in brisk sex once more, but knew that it would be impossible that day. As a matter-of-fact, she knew she would have to play things intelligently or else face the consequences. It had to always be timed when nobody else was around, and when nobody was expected.
As for Carla, she arrived home unexpectedly early from her skiing trip. The conditions have been so crowded at the mountains and so many people had made their way from the city there for skiing purposes, that she encountered great difficulties. As a result, lovely Carla had come home early.
Every time that Betty focused her eyes in Carla's direction, she was that much more impressed by her daughter. She could see that at sixteen she was definitely becoming a lady. She liked the fact that Carla possessed the same kind of exquisite figure she did. She made certain that she kept hers intact in the same way Betty did, through lots of exercise.
Even though it wasn't a particularly warm afternoon, Betty felt like she could use a swim. Since their back yard pool was always heated, she decided that she would like to go out and use it. At least, she felt, perhaps that would get her mind off sex for the time being.
She walked into her bedroom and changed into her stunning yellow bikini. As Betty climbed into the bikini, she examined herself for several moments in the mirror. She was quite proud of her figure. She recalled how, at a reunion that her high school graduating class held just a few months earlier, she was without a doubt the trimmest and loveliest woman of her graduating class. A number of her friends, including many who in their days had been stunning women, had just failed to take care of themselves in the same way that she did. She did all she could to retain her spark of youth. In short, she sought to think young.
She finished putting on her bikini, then walked into the other room. As she moved toward the sliding glass door that would take her into the back yard, Carla, who had been reading a movie magazine, then jumped up from the chair.
"Where are you going, mom? she asked. "Gonna take a swim?"
"Yes, I thought I could use the exercise. How would you like to join me?"
"You know, I hadn't thought about it. Maybe because it isn't all that warm. But with the heated pool and all, we can take a swim. You know, I think that would be a good idea."
"Then I'll be waiting for you, dear."
"I'll change right now," Carla said.
Betty stretched out on a chaise lounge, waiting for her daughter to enter the back yard.
A few seconds later, she heard footsteps. She turned around and observed Carla standing a few feet away from her, smiling broadly as she stood there in a dazzling bright red bikini. As Betty surveyed her, she recognized that she was put together every bit as beautifully as she was. She was proud to have a daughter like Carla, who was so bright, so beautiful, and so conscientious about life in general.
"Ready to swim?" Betty asked as she got up from the chaise lounge.
"I sure am. You know, it was terrible in the mountains yesterday. So crowded. We just didn't have any room to ski at all."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"You wait until the good part of the season, figuring that you're gonna get to ski. And then when you get up to the mountains, you run into all kinds of trouble. This is lousy, damned lousy."
"I guess you have too much of a good thing. When it's that nice, everybody wants in on the act."
"That's exactly right, mom."
Betty watched as her daughter sprang forward, executing a flying leap into the deep end of the pool. She watched her daughter's beautifully coordinated body propel her through the blue waters to the shallow end of the pool.
"Come on in, the water's fine," Carla encouraged.
Betty dove in into the deep end, letting her nimble body glide against the water. It made her feel good to experience the tingly sensations of the water, and the exercise stimulated her all the more. Instead of becoming less horny, she found herself thinking more intensely about sex. She could see that even though she was enjoying the swimming, the strategy had been all wrong. She kept thinking about how great it would be to jump into bed with her young son.
They swam for several long minutes, after which they both climbed out of the pool and toweled themselves off briskly. Betty was amazed at how many times she found her eyes shooting in the direction of her daughter, who looked so totally lovely.
"You know what I could stand to do right now," Carla said after finishing toweling off her body. "What?"
"I haven't gone into the sauna room for quite a few days."
"You know, you're right. It would be nice to take a sauna bath."
"It does such wonders for a girl's figure," she laughed.
"Your figure is so superb that nothing could improve it," Betty smiled proudly.
"Thank you, mom, I just hope that someday it'll be as good as yours."
"Don't talk that nonsense. It already is. In fact, it's better."
"You're so sweet the way you talk."
They walked back inside the house, making their way down the stairs leading into the basement where they had installed the sauna room. Betty opened the door and entered inside it first. She stretched out on the towel.
As she lay on one of the wooden benches, her daughter stepped inside, stretching out next to her. As the sweat began to accumulate, lovely Carla got up from where she was lying.
"Are you going out already?" Betty asked, opening her eyes. She had been stretching out with her eyes closed, thinking some more about Ken.
"No, I'm not gonna do that. I'm thinking instead of just taking off my bikini. I love lying nude in the sauna."
"You know, you're right. That wouldn't be a bad idea at all."
Carla reached out and undid the top of her bikini. Betty found herself watching with fascination. As she observed the bikini top fall to the floor, she got a good look at her daughter's firm ripe breasts. They looked ravishing, and she could see that Carla, even at sixteen, possessed eye-popping measurements, the kind that turned men into cavemen and made women jealous.
She then slid her bikini bottoms down her legs, kicking them off. She lay there totally nude, and Betty found herself examining even her daughter's pubic mound. She observed the black snatch hairs, and wondered just how many times her lovely daughter had put out for men. Even though she seemed rather conservative on the subject of sex, particularly for a girl her age, Betty had the idea that she had put out at least several times for certain young men.
As Carla continued to lie there totally naked, Betty decided to emulate her. She got up and began to remove her bikini top. As she did so, her daughter Carla looked over at her and smiled.
"Taking a cue from me?" she asked.
"I suppose so. You're right. A person should be nude in one of these things."
As Betty stripped down, removing her bikini top and bottoms, she lay back on the wooden bench. She began thinking about Ken again, her mind wandering for the next few minutes. After that, her daughter resumed conversation.
"Mom, how would you like me to give you a little bit of a rubdown?" Carla suggested.
"What brought that on?"
"It would make you feel good. I'm just going to do something that will relax you. It looks to me like you're a little tense."
"What makes you say that?" Betty asked, surprised that her daughter had picked up so completely on what she was feeling.
"I can just tell. It looks like you're tense. So just lie there on the bench. I'll rub you down."
As she observed her beautiful nude daughter moving toward her, sex vibrations began to manifest themselves throughout lovely Betty's body. She kept wondering just what was getting into her. It had been a long time since she'd had a lesbian affair, and that one had been short lived, just before she had met Phillip. She recalled how one beautiful girl that she had gone to school with had been in love with her, and after much prodding, Betty finally consented to have sex with her. But there it was, a woman of thirty-five, married and with two children, and she was feeling sex waves for her own daughter.
Carla stretched out next to her mother on a lower bench. She reached out and let her fingers slide up and down her mother's back. All she had to do was touch Betty and her body began to twitch.
"You really are nervous," Carla giggled.
As Carla's fingers worked their way up' and down Betty's back with great authority, Carla was able to see just how excited she was getting her mother. She reached out next and grabbed her thighs, holding onto them firmly, then moving her fingers down her legs. She wound up clutching at Betty's ankles, after which she worked her fingers upward toward her thighs.
"Why don't you turn over?" Carla suggested.
Without giving any thought to what she was doing, Betty innocently complied. As she stretched out on her back, she observed her daughter staring at her with admiration. Carla reached down and slid her fingers against Betty's breasts. She massaged them with quick, rapid-fire strokes, and all the while Betty felt that much more excitement. Carla loved touching the beautiful body of her mother.
"What's this all about?" Betty asked. "I just don't understand it."
"I'm playing with your tits."
"Is that part of the massage?"
"The way that I do it, it is," Carla laughed.
Now it was becoming completely clear to Betty what was happening. This was no ordinary massage. As a matter-of-fact, Betty could see that Carla's original intention was to engage in sex. Her fingers kept on projecting against Betty's hot breasts, arid even though Betty wanted to do something to stop Carla, she said nothing. She was enjoying her brisk finger contact all too much.
A few vigorous finger strides later, Carla slid her fingers downward toward Betty's mound. She reached out with her right hand, letting her fingers glide over her snatch. She slid her fingers slowly at first, letting them push against her mound. She then directed them toward Betty's pubic mound. Her fingers pushed forward, dancing with great rapidity as she sent all kinds of waves of enthusiasm circulating throughout Betty's body. Carla interpreted it as a good sign that Betty's hips were dancing back and forth with such great joy. She was enjoying every stimulating bit of contact that was developing between them.
"I really like this," Carla said. "I love touching your beautiful pubic snatch."
Carla kept up her steady finger agitation for a few moments. She pushed her fingers deep inside her lover's mound. The faster that she plunged them inside her, the quicker that Betty's whole body sharply reacted. Pretty soon her agitated hips were flinging back and forth, moving side to side under the impact of the finger stabs. When Carla removed her fingers from Betty's mound, she looked down at her mother intently.
"You've done it with another chick, haven't you, mom?" she asked.
"I shouldn't answer that."
"Haven't you?"
"I did once. How about you?"
"I do it more often with chicks than guys," she laughed. "Even though I don't really consider myself a lesbian. I just like to take sex where I find it, but I figure that it's a lot less risky doing it with another girl than it is doing it with a guy."
"I suppose that part's true. It does shock me, though, to hear you talking like this."
"You shouldn't be shocked," Carla laughed. "After all, we're supposed to be living in an enlightened era."
"I suppose that's true."
All Carla knew was that she wanted even more action. Now that she had warmed up her mother, she wanted to suck her, to let her tongue lash forward. If it hadn't been for her observations out in the back yard, Carla would never have made such a move. But she could tell that her mother was extra horny, and every time that she focused her eyes on Betty's body, Carla could see just what a beautiful hunk of woman she was. She finally threw caution to the wind and decided that she didn't give a damn even if Betty did happen to be her mother. She still was determined to engage her in some beautiful sex.
Carla slid her tongue downward, allowing it to connect with Betty's ass-hole. All she had to do was make initial contact and Betty's body flew into a state of turmoil. It slid back and forth as Betty sighed deeply and received the steady probing thrusts from her daughter's tongue.
"Darling, what tongue action," Betty said. "I just don't believe any of this. It seems like it's so wrong. I don't know. All I do know is that I love the sensation. Just keep it going."
As Carla's tongue worked gracefully into the innermost depths of Betty's twisting ass, she reached out and plunged her fingers against her buttocks. She held on firmly to her hot ass cheeks, and all the while she kept on stabbing with her tongue, driving it spiritedly deep inside her lover's anus as she felt the waves of great enthusiasm throughout her whole body. It astonished her how intimate she was becoming not just with her son, but now with her daughter. As her hips kept on twisting, Carla applied even more pressure, working her tongue deep inside her ass-hole while her fingers kept on working with great skill against her ass cheeks.
A few brisk strokes later, Carla removed her tongue from Betty's anus.
"How do you like that?" she asked.
"I told you. You're driving me wild."
"I'll drive you even wilder when my tongue drives in your pit."
"Yes, that's true."
"Then let's get right back into it."
"We must."
But before Carla went back to her sucking activities, she leaned forward and delivered a long kiss to her mother's lips. As her lips pressed against Betty's, Carla reached out with both hands. She glided her fingers against her breasts. She let them move searchingly for several long moments, after which she finally removed them.
"Now I'm gonna concentrate just on your beautiful twat," Carla looked at her mother and winked.
CHAPTER 12
As Betty continued to lie there on her back, totally hypnotized by her beautiful daughter, Carla reached out with her right hand. She let it move smoothly up her mother's trim right thigh, after which she let it focus on her pussy. She toyed with her snatch hairs for a few seconds, then let her fingers go to work against her snatch. Back and forth she maintained a brisk pace, letting her finger project itself with great excitement inside her lover's pussy. The faster and more spiritedly that she attacked her mound, the better that she enjoyed it. She worked her fingers at a swift, decisive, energetic clip as she pushed her lovely mother that much closer to orgasm.
"Just hang in there, baby. I'm gonna get to that. I'm gonna eat out your box."
"Let's keep things going. What action. I like the finger stroking."
She kept on sliding her fingers back and forth inside of her pussy. When Carla withdrew her fingers from her mother's mound, she dropped her head down between her legs.
"Here we go," Carla said. "I'm gonna sink my tongue inside your snatch."
"Go to work. Move your tongue fast. I really want you to slide it inside my mound. I want to feel those beautiful sensations when you plunge your tongue into me. Please do it. Really let yourself go."
As she got ready to proceed with the sucking, Carla reached out and grabbed her lover's thighs. She held on tightly to them, as Carla began to work her tongue inside of her lover's box. She worked briskly, ever so enthused at the prospect of swallowing her mother's pussy juice. Back and forth her tongue skillfully glided as it continued to connect with her hot snatch. Eagerly she pursued Betty, putting every bit of sensation she could into each and every suck as she drove her that much nearer to climax.
"Go ahead, do it," Betty said. "Really let your tongue go. Connect with my mound, baby doll. What sucking action."
Her body quivered as Carla kept up her swift tongue strides, her tongue propelling forward at a rapid-fire clip as she moved her ever nearer the point of orgasm. A few swift strokes later Betty recognized that she could hold back no longer. Carla kept up her hot, sweeping strides, asserting her tongue vigorously as it propelled itself ever so deeply inside Betty's mound. A few strokes later Betty knew she would be there. Betty wanted to see to it that Carla gave her every bit of satisfaction that she could before she did juice.
Carla kept on asserting her tongue rapidly, driving it back and forth as it worked its way as deeply as it could inside her box. A few swift strokes later, the juices were ready to spray from Betty's pussy. Her swift, rotating tongue kept on working, driving with frenzied enthusiasm inside her hot box.
A few strokes later, as Betty's body kept on shaking, the juices started to shoot from her. Her hips bounced methodically back and forth and she heaved a loud prolonged sigh. They kept on spilling out of her pussy and into her lover's hot mouth.
"Go get it," Betty sighed. "You're really going after me, darling. Come on and catch every drop. This is so good. I really love this stroke technique. Your tongue is doing such a great job. Keep it moving inside my mound. Honey, what a tongue you've got. It's so beautiful. It's so nice. You're really bringing it out of me. Damned, what an orgasm."
A few seconds later, Carla had silenced the earthquake inside of Betty.
Once that she removed her tongue from Betty's pussy, Betty was overcome with a compelling desire to have further action with her daughter. She wanted to provide Carla with the same kind of enthusiasm she had directed her way. So Betty reached out and ran her fingers through Carla's hair. As she held on, she slipped her tongue forward, letting it penetrate hard and fast inside her mouth. Back and forth their tongues spiritedly connected. They thrust them with great eagerness for a few more strokes', after which Betty removed her tongue from Carla's mouth.
"I'm gonna give you a tongue bath you're never gonna forget," she told Carla. Carla stretched out on her back. She could see from the look of determination on her mother's face just how eager Betty was to sink her tongue into her.
Betty reached out and grabbed her hips, holding on hard and fast. While she clutched Carla's hips, Betty moved her tongue forward toward her left breast. Her tongue moved with brisk precision against her red-hot tit. She let it slide back and forth a few strokes, after which she removed her tongue and let it go to work against the other breast. She kept on asserting herself with every bit of energy she could muster. Ever so eagerly her tongue kept on thrusting and spinning against her lover's hot tit.
When she finally removed it, she decided she would let it drop down to Carla's ass-hole. She wanted to give her a good rim job.
She let her tongue loose inside of Carla's ass-hole. Carla responded dramatically, heaving loud sighs, shouting all kinds of encouragement to her mother as she kept on supplying her with diligent movements, allowing her tongue to penetrate inside her snatch.
"Come on and keep your tongue working," Carla said. "Baby doll. Mom, can you suck. Drive your tongue inside my hot ass. You're getting me so turned on. This really does it."
While Betty kept up her stimulating tongue action, vigorously pursuing her daughter's ass-hole, she reached out with her right hand and let it maneuver against her pussy. She tickled her lover's snatch with her finger stabs, and while her fingers kept on driving with determination inside her lover's mound, she slid her tongue as fast as she knew how against her ass-hole. Betty worked her tongue with every bit of desire in her. She was determined to get Carla every bit as hot as she had been herself before she juiced.
A few swift, well-timed tongue strokes later, Betty felt it was time to withdraw her tongue from Carla's anus. She also removed her fingers from Carla's snatch.
"Here we go," Betty said. "I'm gonna eat you right up to your navel, sweetheart. I'm gonna really drive my tongue inside your box. I'm gonna make you my woman. I'm gonna excite you no end. I'll suck out your mound until every drop of pussy juice has bolted from it."
"Right on," Carla laughed, her eyes twinkling as her hips danced back and forth with merriment.
Betty reached out and grabbed Carla's thighs. She held on ever so snugly, and as she did she penetrated her tongue forward. She pushed it forward inside her hot box, delivering it with swift, decisive strokes. Ever so eagerly Betty asserted herself, sliding her tongue ever so swiftly inside Carla's snatch. With every increased movement on the part of Carla, Betty made certain that she sucked that much faster. And Carla moved rapidly. Her whole body was in a state of wild agitation as her legs and ass cheeks darted back and forth under the stimulating tongue efforts that her lover employed.
"Just keep your tongue moving," Carla said. "Come on, baby. Keep working me. Damned, I feel it all the way down to my toes. I can feel this wild excitement. You're really doing it. You're really working your tongue. You've got such a beautiful tongue. I like the way it's working. Come on, keep sucking. Suck my hot mound. Baby doll, come on, let's do it."
While her hips kept on spinning and grinding, Betty put everything she had into her movements. She pushed her tongue deep inside her box, sliding it back and forth as she moved Carla that much closer to the ultimate moment of orgasm. She kept on running her burning tongue inside her hot box, pushing her that much nearer to the point of climax.
"Keep your tongue moving," Carla continued to encourage. "This is so good. I really like the way you're doing it. Nice and fast. You've got to keep it brisk. This is so great. Damned, what beautiful action."
While Betty's tongue kept on driving, sustaining the brisk pace as she worked it inside of her lover's snatch, she reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks. She squeezed her hot buttocks, and while she held onto them, Carla kept up her excited wiggling. Betty kept pushing and plunging her tongue as it worked deep inside her lover's box. A few strokes later, Betty knew, it would be all over. The juices would shoot from Carla's pussy and into Betty's mouth.
Betty was determined to make it the best possible suck she could, so the friction continued to accelerate. Her tongue kept up its swift, blinding pace as it worked back and forth inside of her snatch. A few strokes later, Carla knew she couldn't hold on any longer.
"Grab my thighs," Carla said, "and hold onto them, baby. You ain't seen nothing yet. I'm gonna juice."
As Carla's quivering body kept on propelling itself back and forth, Betty grabbed her thighs, holding on tightly. While she clutched with fervent desire, her tongue kept wiggling inside her pussy. A few strokes later, the juices began to shoot from Carla's mound. They splashed inside Betty's mouth, and as they did Carla kept raising her body, flipping it upward as her lover swallowed the juices.
"This is a perfect ending," Carla told her. "This is what I call lovemaking."
"I feel like a nut, going down on my own daughter," Betty shook her head.
"Don't feel that way, mom. We're just giving each other pleasure."
CHAPTER 13
Betty could hardly believe how carried away she was getting sexually.
She hardly slept Sunday evening, her mind constantly turning over the events of the day. She recalled how uninhibited she had been in sex with her own daughter, and wondered what lovely young Carla would think if she knew that her mother had been having sex with her son as well. The thing that she kept noticing about having sex with her son and daughter, was that it made her feel much younger. When she was around Phillip, particularly when his face was heavily lined and he was exceptionally tired from his long work schedule, she would feel some of the same kind of tiredness. It was as if she was a lot older than she had to feel. But when she was in the presence of Ken or
Carla, it was a totally different story.
She had lunch with a married female friend at a fashionable restaurant the following day, then turned her attentions toward sex. She kept wondering if she would get a shot at having sex with Ken again. She wanted him alone. She wanted to have an opportunity to give him all the satisfaction that she possibly could.
Phillip called in the middle of the afternoon, informing her that he had some late calls to make at the hospital. That proved nothing new to her. As a matter-of-fact, she was glad. At one time it frustrated Betty to recognize her husband had that busy a schedule. But no longer. Now she was actually happy when she knew he wasn't coming home until late. It could clear the way for some beautiful sex with Ken.
Carla went out that evening to a girl friend's house to study for an examination. Or so she said. When Betty heard about it, she had to wonder if the purpose wasn't sexual, at least in part. After hearing from her daughter about how much she liked having sex with girls, she couldn't help but wonder. But that was up to Carla. What concerned Betty at that point was Ken, and she was hoping that he wasn't going out that evening.
"Are you gonna be staying home tonight, dear?" she asked after dinner. "Would you want me to."
"Let's put it this way. If you do stay home, I think that I can certainly make the evening profitable for you. Your father said he wouldn't be home until about eight. That would give us about two beautiful hours."
"That sounds good," he grinned. "I was going out with the guys to a movie, but I'll break that engagement."
"I have a hunch you'd like it a lot better at home."
"I sure would."
"Then that's settled," she laughed.
Betty immediately went to her bathroom, where she took a shower. She wanted her body to be as clean as possible so that she could throw herself into the act of rewarding sex with her son. She kept thinking about Ken and how dynamic he was under the sheets. Once that he got untracked, he would do just about anything and everything with her.
A few minutes later, after Carla had left, Ken and Betty were stripped and ready for action. Betty's body was sparkling clean, and she was ready for the most intimate form of contact with Ken.
Betty assumed the initiative in the beginning. She threw her arms around the handsome son's body, then delivered her tongue toward him. She worked her tongue back and forth as it kept pushing and plunging against his. She kept it moving at a swift pace for a few strokes, then suddenly released it.
As soon as she released her tongue from Ken's, Ken made a quick move. He reached out with both hands and grabbed her breasts, pressing his fingers against them with urgency. Back and forth Ken rotated his fingers. He kept them moving for a few rapid-fire strokes. He pushed his tongue forward after releasing his fingers from her breasts, letting it go to work against her hot left tit. He moved his tongue from side to side, circulating it briskly, enjoying every plunging stab that he sent forth. His tongue would work quickly for a few strokes, then would suddenly slow up. It kept on working smoothly, projecting all kinds of excitement to her.
Ken kept up his swift, decisive tongue strokes against her left breast for quite a few minutes. He then let it go to work against her right breast. He slid his tongue with great skill, letting it work passionately, uninhibitedly, with as much determination as he could muster. All the while, as his tongue kept spearing her breast, Ken reached down and grabbed Betty's ass cheeks. He loved fingering her hot buttocks, and he enjoyed the way that she manipulated them back and forth as his tongue kept splashing against hers.
A few tongue strokes later, she released her tongue from Ken's mouth. Betty knew just what needed to be done in order for her to feel satisfied.
"Let's suck each other's asses," she smiled.
"That sounds like fun."
"I really want to rim you, dear. I want to stick my tongue up your ass-hole. I know you'll like it. I know you'll really love it when I start circulating my tongue inside you."
"Fine, we'll give each other action right at the same time."
"That's right."
"That'll be beautiful."
They positioned their bodies across from each other. Ken could tell from the way that Betty's body was twitching just how much she wanted some attention. She wanted his hot tongue to be pressing and pushing deep inside her anus.
She worked her tongue forward, letting it immediately blister his ass-hole. She derived great satisfaction in knowing just how excited she could get him. Her tongue kept sliding beautifully, driving with great enthusiasm as it pushed inside his hot ass. All the while it twisted and turned. While the vigorous sucking continued, he then put his tongue to work in her ass-hole as well.
Pretty soon their bodies were twisting in unison as they slid their tongues back and forth, wielding them ever so decisively inside each other's hot ass. They worked their tongues with great zeal, and as Betty kept on plunging her tongue deep inside Ken's ass-hole, she reached out with both hands and grabbed his buttocks. She held onto his hot ass cheeks, pressing her fingers firmly against the folds of flesh while she in turn was receiving all kinds of brilliant forward tongue strides from him.
Their tongues kept on working with great skill. The faster that they pushed them inside each other's hot ass-hole, the quicker their bodies twisted. Pretty soon Betty decided that it would be a good idea to fondle her lover's cock. That would get him even more excited. So she reached out with her right hand and began to explore his penis. She would work her fingers over his testicles for a few strokes, then would allow them to slide against his cock. Up and down she would stroke with her fingers, and while she did so, he kept on sucking her ass-hole.
After Ken had received quite a bit in the way of finger stimulation in addition to the ass sucking, he decided that it would probably be good to reach out and toy with his lover's snatch. So that was precisely what he did. His right hand reached out and his finger tips moved soothingly inside his lover's mound. Together they worked their fingers briskly while their tongues spectacularly unleashed themselves inside each other's ass-hole.
A few twisting tongue stabs later, Betty knew that she couldn't withstand much more of that kind of pace. It was essential to her to juice right then and there, so she abruptly brought her sucking to an end. As she did so, she also withdrew her fingers from her lover's cock.
"I want to suck your dick," she announced.
When Ken heard that comment, he simultaneously brought his activities to an end. He looked over at her and smiled.
"That sounds good to me," he said.
"I want to do it sixty-nine style," she told him. "Let's take each other on right at the same time. I want you to plunge your tongue against my cunt while I'm going after your pecker."
"That sounds very nice. You've always got things planned ahead."
"You've got to in life."
"I guess that's true. Especially in the sack."
"You're damned right."
They stretched out opposite each other in the bed. Ken's tongue was only a scant few inches removed from his lover's pussy. He was ready to unleash it inside her mound. He wanted to really drive it with vigorous enthusiasm, to project his tongue skillfully inside her nest until the juices shot from her mound.
"Let's really go at it," Betty said enthusiastically. "Let's make this a great sixty-nine. I'll take on your cock and you take on my cunt."
"That's really what I call a fair exchange," Ken laughed. "We've never done it sixty-nine style before."
"No. That's what excites me. Anything new, anything that hasn't been done before, that always turns me on."
"I know what you mean. Well, let's get into it."
This time Ken made the first move. He reached out and grabbed his lover's hot butt. As he clutched at it, he began to work his tongue, sliding it dramatically forward. He pushed and plunged it against her pussy, wiggling his tongue, making certain that he excited her no end. As he kept up his sucking, he let his fingers clutch that much more sharply against her ass cheeks. Ever so eagerly he held on, holding firm and fast to her ass cheeks as he kept on sucking her pussy.
"That's what I call nice tongue work," she nodded. "Just keep your tongue going. I love that. Pretty soon I'm gonna start my tongue action. Here we go, doll. I'm gonna take you on. I'm gonna really suck your cock. I'm gonna give you the treatment."
Those were Betty's last words, and they left her lover in a state of great titillation. It excited him greatly to know that Betty was going to employ her tongue forward, allowing it to project against his testicles. Up and down she worked her fingers simultaneously against his cock, and as she did, she kept on sucking his balls.
As Betty let her tongue collide with Ken's testicles, he took to sucking her pussy that much more rapidly than before. He began to let his tongue dart back and forth with great desire, working ever so skillfully as he pushed it deep inside her box. As the brisk, devastating sucking pace continued, Ken could tell that he was not able to withstand too much of this kind of high-level sucking that his lover was putting forth. She kept on driving her tongue with great determination against his hot flaming balls. She continued to finger his dick, and the combination caused him to suck her twat faster than ever.
She knew what she was doing to him, and the reaction that the whole thing was having on her. Ken kept up his sucking. He drove his tongue deep inside her moist box as her body twitched. A few strokes later, she knew that she could no longer withstand the pace. The juices bolted from her pussy and into her lover's mouth. As the juices spilled from her snatch, she kept on working her tongue against Ken's testicles. She juiced, her body swaying, and all the while she never skipped a beat, continuing to register solid impact against his balls.
After stroking her lover's testicles for a few moments more, she recognized that it was time to go on to Ken's cock. So lovely Betty did just that. She reached out and grabbed his wet balls with her fingers, the same balls she had been licking for so long. She held onto his hot testicles, sliding her fingers around them as she began to attack his cock. Betty started out by licking just the tip of his tool. Her tongue worked ever so slowly in the beginning, but pretty soon she was asserting her tongue more quickly. She began to let it dart against the tip of his cock, then suddenly allowed herself to extend her movements. She started to drive her tongue ever so sweepingly up and down the full length of his hard, steely tool. As she did so, Ken stepped up the pace of his sucking once more. He had tasted his lover once, and was determined to do it a second time. He could see from the way that she was sucking him that she had limitless sex capabilities, and that she would be willing to drive her tongue against his hot dick for as long as it took.
Their flaming tongues continued to attack each other. All the while, Betty was moving that much closer to another orgasm. Ken kept up his swift, decisive tongue action. A few sweltering strokes later, she was ready to juice a second time. Her body twisted and turned, jerking madly as the juices unleashed themselves from her pussy and into her lover's mouth.
Ken once again eagerly swallowed the juices that sprayed from her hot snatch. As he digested the last few droplets, Ken recognized just how closely he was drawing to that ultimate moment of climax. His lover kept on plunging her tongue up and down his huge dick, working Ken that much closer to orgasm. She kept toying with his balls, her finger's circulating over their surface as her head bobbed up and down. The faster she attacked his cock, the more determined that he became to swallow every droplet that spilled from it.
A few strokes later, not long after her lover had finished sucking her pussy, the juices were ready to spray from his flaming pecker. His body twisted back and forth a few times as the juices began to bolt.
When he felt the overpowering itchiness accompanied by the dislodging of the first few droplets of cock liquid from his prick, Ken released his tongue from her mound. After all, he had sucked Betty twice to climax.
"Go get the juices," Ken sighed. "Go after every drop of the stuff. Come on, baby. Suck it all out of me. Baby doll. Suck out the hot stuff. Do it. Go ahead. Suck me. Suck me off."
Ever so impatiently, Ken kicked his legs back and forth as the droplets of cock juice shot from the end of his tool. They kept on spilling, and all the while Ken's whole body kept circulating back and forth. He breathed heavily, enjoying every aspect of the act.
After the droplets of juice had been expelled from his hard dick, Ken felt even more warmth toward Betty. He couldn't help but admire her for the way that her tongue had ever so skillfully attacked his long cock.
"I have a hunch this is gonna be the wildest little episode we've had yet," Betty told him.
"I'd say we've gotten off to a good start."
"You bet your sweet ass."
"Is it sweet?" Ken laughed. "You ought to know. After all, you sucked it."
"I would say so. After all, I'm an expert."
They threw their heads forward simultaneously. A few moments later their lips met head-on in a searingly passionate kiss.
CHAPTER 14
As Betty stretched out on her back, she reached down and began to toy with her pussy.
Betty was doing whatever she could to turn Ken on once more. She knew that by stroking her hot snatch she would get him good and excited so that he would want some more action from her. Ever so skillfully her fingers kept on stabbing and thrusting against her mound. She kept it up for a few seconds more, then suddenly released them.
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
"I'm very glad to oblige," Ken said. "How about doing something provocative again? I'd love to fuck your ass-hole."
"My young son is catching on fast," she laughed.
"Your young son isn't really all that young anymore when it comes to sex," he winked. "Now after mother had been teaching him so well."
"You have a point there, my good man. Fine. You can fuck me. Fuck my ass-hole."
Those words proved music to Ken's ears. He reached out with the fingers of his right hand, dipping them inside his lover's pussy. He extracted some pussy juice from her organ, then slid it inside her anus. Once that he removed his fingers from her ass-hole, he patted her buttocks a few moments. He reached out finally and grabbed her hot cheeks, clutching them firmly in his hands, content with the knowledge that he had his lover in his power. Soon he would be drilling her with his flaming penis, driving it high and hard inside her ass-hole.
"I really want you," Ken said. "I'm gonna drive my cock inside your ass. I'm gonna give you a beautiful fuck. I'm gonna screw your ass-hole."
"That's the kind of encouraging talk I love," she laughed, clapping her hands gleefully. "Just send your hot pecker inside me. Really let it go, baby. Fuck me hard. Stab me with your cock. Drill me with it."
He reached down with his right hand and toyed with his cock for a few moments. Up and down he circulated his fingers, after which he removed them. Now he was all set to ram his cock forward, to let it plunge with blistering speed and force inside of his lover's anus.
He reached out and grabbed her legs, holding onto them tightly. Ken tossed her legs over his shoulders, preparing himself for the vigorous onslaught that would follow.
Ken pushed his penis forward, asserting his cock inside her ass-hole. Back and forth he drilled with his penis, sliding it inside her anus with grreat skill. He kept pushing and probing with his hot stick, fucking her sharply, gliding his tool deep inside her ass-hole. Ever so convincingly he kept asserting himself, working his penis with great desire inside her. The longer that he kept up his fucking pace, the more sharply he began to apply his cock. Pretty soon he was sending it high and deep, penetrating sharply inside her ass-hole.
"Does it hurt?" Ken asked.
"It stings a little, but that doesn't matter. The important thing is that I'm getting a beautiful fuck. I like what you're doing to me. So keep it going, baby. Drive your cock inside my ass-hole. Come on and give me a good fuck. Send it into me. Come on, screw me. Baby doll, I want you to really screw me.
Give me a good screw. Keep your cock pushing. Shove it deep inside my ass-hole. I like that. I like that kind of action."
Ken kept working his cock, gliding his hot, steely tool deep inside her ass-hole. The quicker that he penetrated with his skillful cock, the greater the itch that he found manifesting itself in his balls. He kept driving and pushing his tool, working it spectacularly inside her anus as he pushed himself that much nearer to the grand moment of climax. He fucked her hard and fast, and all the while the cock juices were moving ever closer to the point wherein they would spray from his dick and into her hot ass.
Fully cognizant of how closely he was moving to the great moment of truth, she wielded her ass cheeks that much more rapidly. Betty had one objective in mind-that of seeing to it that she gave Ken as good a fuck as she could. In addition, he was doing a great job of stabbing her anus and keeping her in a state of high-level agitation.
"Keep fucking me," she said. "Just keep your cock gliding. Keep pushing it inside my ass-hole. Baby doll. Go ahead, fuck me hard and fast. Work it, darling. Baby doll, fuck it. Come on, fuck it."
A few intense cock stabs later, the juices were ready to be unleashed from the end of
Ken's hard throbbing pecker. He kept pushing his cock as deeply as he knew how inside her ass-hole, grinding it deep into her anus as he worked himself that much closer to climax.
Several seconds later, the juices were ready to spray from his cock. So he put every ounce of zeal he could into his remaining stabs. As he fucked her, he noticed the way in which her hips were driving. They kept on driving back and forth, and all the while Ken could see himself moving that much closer. He could feel the steaming sensations in his testicles, ever ready to explode voluminously with a collection of hot semen.
"The stuff is gonna gush out of me," Ken said. "It's gonna be so beautiful. I'm really gonna unleash my juices, dear. Just get ready."
"I'll never be more ready," she exclaimed. "Just keep pushing, darling. Even faster. Shove it all the way into my rectum. Drive your dick all the way into my rectum, doll. Keep fucking. Come on, keep gliding your beautiful cock. Glide it deep into my ass. I really want it, baby. Come on, send it into me. Give me your hot tool. Drive it, sweetheart. Yes, sweetie."
A few twisting, hot cock strokes later, Ken realized just how closely he had pushed himself to the point of ultimate impact. His cock kept on registering deep inside her anus, pushing all high and hard into her rectum. His prick kept up the steady pace as Ken continued his onslaught, driving inside of her ass-hole. He loved attacking Betty's hot ass, and as her buttocks kept twisting, he grunted and grimaced as he put every ounce of force he could into his fucking pace. It didn't seem to bother Betty one bit. Her ass cheeks kept rhythmically wiggling. She could feel the pain, but was not about to be turned off by it. She was enjoying the fucking action all too much.
"Keep stabbing my ass-hole," Betty told him. "Come on, keep the pace going. Keep fucking me. Drive it into me. Oh, damned, you're really stabbing me now. That's what I call fucking. Come on, unleash your load. I want your juices. I want the hot stuff to spill out of there."
Ever determined to please, Ken heaved a deep sigh. His body was trembling more rapidly than ever, and the sweat was beginning to pour down his face and beneath his armpits as he kept up his hot, steely cock stabs. He pushed and plunged his searing peter deep inside her anus. She tensed her legs, tightening her ass muscles as best she could while he kept up his steady activity.
A few strokes later, Ken knew that he had arrived at the brink. There was no way that he could withstand anymore of this kind of pace. The steely, penetrating stabs continued with great determination. He kept fucking her convincingly. A few swift cock stabs later, the juices began to filter from the end of his cock. He felt a glorious sense of satisfaction. He had given himself and his lover all that they had wanted.
"The stuff's bursting," she sighed. "The dam's bursting, baby. I love it. It feels wonderful. Damned, ahhh, what a fuck."
Ken heaved one last deep sigh, slapping at his lover's ass cheeks.
"This is something," he said. "What an ass-hole you've got. What a fucking ass. I could fuck it all day."
"Damned, what a cream stream."
He held on tightly to her ass cheeks for a few seconds, after which he withdrew his fingers. When he threw his body off of her and caught his breath, Betty reached out and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.
"A job extremely well done," she told him.
"I'd say we make quite a team."
"We do. And once we get started, we never want to stop."
"That's the beauty of sex when you get two people who really dig each other."
CHAPTER 15
Now that Betty had received some beautiful sensations from Ken's cock, she wanted to be sucked.
"I wish you'd go down on my mound again," she said. "You know, when I'm with a man who excites me, I can shoot all day or night."
"So I've noticed," he laughed. "I wish you'd go after my pussy."
"I'd like to suck your tits as well."
"There's no reason why you can't." At that point Ken jumped up from the bed.
"You know, I've got a great idea," he said. "What's that?'
"Have we got any honey around here."
"Of course we do. We've got plenty of it in the kitchen. You know that your father--likes it every now and then for biscuits."
"That's right, he does. Okay, here's what I'm thinking of. I'd just love to put some of that honey on your tits and on your snatch. I'd like to really do a good job."
"That's beautiful. That'll turn you on that much more and give me that much better a suck."
"You follow my line of thinking exactly."
"Sure thing."
Ken walked quickly into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later holding a jar of honey. He stretched out on the bed, then opened up the jar of honey. He dipped into it with his right hand, removing a gob of honey. He placed some of it on her left nipple, then her right. He then reached down and began to smear the honey inside her pussy.
"You're sure loading me down with the stuff," Betty laughed, growing hornier each and every second.
"Sure thing. I want to suck all the sweet snatch I can," Ken laughed.
"You kids of the modern era sure have balls, she laughed. "Both you and Carla."
"What about Carla?"
"She's quite a swinger."
"How do you know that?" Ken grinned.
"I have my ways of knowing," she said.
"But anyway, you kids, there's just no way to stop you. You're gonna do what you want to do and that's it."
"That's true. We're not as affected by hang-ups as so many people in your age category tend to be. But I don't even like to think of you in another age category. Right now all I know is that you're a gorgeous swinger, and I'd sure as hell rather fuck you than I would those chicks at school. Even if you are ray mother. But, hell, that shouldn't make any difference. All I know is I want to screw you."
"That's really all I need to know," Betty laughed. "You sure are spreading that stuff on thick."
"I'm gonna give myself a real shot at it," Ken laughed.
Betty watched with mounting fascination as Ken slipped the lid back on the top of the jar of honey. He placed the honey down on a nearby table, then reached down and slid his tongue toward her left breast. While he let his tongue collide with her left nipple, he worked his fingers around her buttocks. He enjoyed touching her firm, warm ass cheeks, and it made him think of the beautiful ass suck and ass fuck that he had received only a few minutes earlier. His tongue kept on attacking her left nipple, working ever so conscientiously against it. A few strokes later, Ken removed his tongue from her breast. He let it then go to work against her right tit. Ever so gracefully he asserted himself, plunging his tongue forward, removing every solitary speck of honey, the quicker that Betty in turn rolled her ass cheeks as she received his diligent swift stabs.
After he finished with her breasts, Ken immediately dropped his tongue downward toward her mound. He observed the way that her legs were twitching. He thought it might be good to throw in a few tongue stabs toward her thighs before making the switch to her pussy.
So he went to work on her left thigh. His tongue swept passionately, moving back and forth as he circulated it against her thigh. All the while, her body moved gracefully, bouncing up and down as she lay there. He kept on plunging his tongue against her thigh, keeping the action going for a few more strokes. He removed his tongue from one thigh, and let it go to work on the other. Ever so tenaciously, he attacked her thigh. As he moved his tongue with sweeping energy, her body twisted and turned. She enjoyed the swift, determined strides that he put forth.
When he removed his tongue from her thigh, Ken felt it was time to proceed with the cunt sucking. So he moved his tongue downward between her legs, letting it slip against her hot slit. As he attacked the honey, her body bounced back and forth with satisfaction. She loved the way that he was putting out, running his hot tongue around every crevice of her hot snatch.
"That was a great idea, she sighed. "You are sucking some sweet snatch, darling. First you're gonna get yourself plenty of honey, and then from there you're just gonna suck me until I juice. So keep your tongue moving. Run it quickly inside my pussy. Come on, sweetie, really plunge it. Let your tongue roll, sweetheart. Really let it drive inside my snatch."
By that point, in time, he did not need any encouragement at all, but just knowing how strongly Betty was in his corner made Ken put out that much more. His fingers kept rolling and stabbing against her hot buttocks as he kept up his grinding tongue stabs, working his tongue diligently, asserting it with careful precision and skill as he drove it inside her mound. The quicker that he shoved it, the more honey that he succeeded in gobbling down.
Pretty soon he had totally depleted the honey, at which point he began to concentrate on her snatch by itself. Ever so quickly he probed with his hot tongue, driving it with great skill inside her snatch. He eagerly attacked her, working his tongue with great desire inside her pussy. A few strokes later, he had her on the verge of a devastating orgasm. She kept sighing and moving her hips with every sweeping tongue stab that he put forth as he kept pushing her that much nearer the brink of climax.
"Keep moving your tongue inside my mound," she told him. "Come on, darling. Work your tongue. Work it real nice. Come on and move it. Slide it real smooth. Come on, sweetheart, suck out my mound. Go ahead, really suck it."
Ken decided to switch his fingers to her thighs. He clasped at them sharply, and as he did he kept up his spirited sucking, driving his tongue at a swift tempo, moving her ever closer to that great and devastating point of dramatic orgasm.
"Just keep sucking me," she gasped. "Run your tongue inside my mound. Really press it against my pussy. Suck me good, baby. Really drive your tongue. Sweep it inside my snatch. Really let it go. Come on, suck me, really suck me. Yeah, keep it moving."
As she heaved another deep sigh, she found that she was unable to contain herself any longer. The pussy juices began to filter from her mound. He gobbled with every ounce of enthusiasm that he possessed, swallowing the droplets of snatch juice with great vigor and satisfaction.
"Baby doll, eat out every drop," she said. "Go ahead, dear. Suck me dry. Come on, do it."
Ken finished swallowing her last few droplets of snatch juice. As he rested his tongue, her legs began to twist as she circulated her body back and forth. She reached down with her left hand, letting her fingers toy against her pussy. She began to work them more speedily than before, and pretty soon she was putting every ounce of impact she possessed against her snatch.
"Eat me again," she sighed. "Let your tongue go to work. Really plunge it inside my pussy. Work it fast, baby doll. Come on, eat it. Suck me out one more time. I want to juice again. Come on, work it."
Just hearing her beg for more prompted Ken to assert his tongue one more time inside Betty's pussy. Without any hesitation, he went immediately to work. He reached out and grabbed her thighs, pressing his fingers against them as he put every ounce of desire he possessed into his sharp, probing tongue stabs.
"Keep me going," she said. Work your tongue, sweetie. Just drive your tongue inside my mound. Slide it fast, baby. Do it, darling. Suck me. Work it rapidly."
All the while, he kept up his surging tongue pace. He worked, his tongue with frenzied desire, pushing and shoving it inside his lover's flaming box as Ken worked Betty close to another orgasm. He kept shoving his tongue inside her hot mound, working it convincingly as he slid her that much closer to that great moment of orgasm. A few strokes later, the juices were about ready to shoot from her mound.
"Come on, you're gonna get it again," she said. "Your tongue action is doing the job, sweetie. I'm gonna unload inside you. My pussy juices are gonna spill into your mouth. So keep your tongue moving. Keep it moving beautifully." .
A few swift, determined tongue strokes later, the juices shot from her pussy. They spilled into his hot mouth. He swallowed every drop, then again removed his tongue.
"That's what I call nifty sucking," she told him "Thank you for a great time, dear."
"My pleasure."
"You know, there's something that I'd definitely like to talk to you about."
"Go right ahead."
"If you'll remember, earlier we had a talk I about your sister."
"Yeah, that Carla is quite a chick."
"I guess I should make an admission to you," Betty smiled. "I've had sex with her. Would that surprise you?"
"Nothing surprises me anymore," Ken laughed. "I knew she did it with chicks quite a bit. She told me."
"So you two have confided in one another."
"Why not? As a matter-of-fact, would you believe I've fucked her?"
"I guess I could believe that," she shook her head. "There was a time when if you'd even suggested something like that, or even the possibility of it, I would absolutely go out i of my mind. But I don't feel that way now. I feel as if just about anything's possible. You two are such good-looking kids, and I guess it isn't all that unusual. But you know what I was thinking? I was thinking that it would be just great for the three of us to get together one afternoon when your father's out playing golf or something. We'd have a beautiful threesome."
"I'd love that," Ken clapped his hands gleefully. "You know, you're some kind of swinging mom. I'd love to watch you two go at it. I'd jerk like crazy, and then we'd work out some kind of a nifty threesome."
"Of course we would."
"I'm all for it. How long before you think we can get together and arrange it?"
"Your father usually goes out and plays golf on Saturday afternoon," Betty said. "I think that would be the perfect time to arrange our little love sessions."
"This coming Saturday afternoon? That would be great."
"I'll talk to Carla and we'll arrange it," she winked.
"I'm looking forward to it. Or maybe I'd better say my cock's looking forward to it."
As Ken looked down at his penis, he observed it was hard once more.
"You know, I can do it to you again," he said.
"I guess the pussy sucking got you all worked up all over again."
Betty reached out with her right hand. She slid her fingers soothingly against her son's penis. Up and down she pumped on it, letting her fingers connect spiritedly a few times. After the fingers had exercised themselves for a few minutes, she removed them. She was all ready to be fucked.
"My legs are open and I await your first plunge," Betty smiled.
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear. I'm ready to drive my dick inside you. As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna fuck the absolute hell out of you."
"That's what I like to hear. Then let's get into it. Screw me real nice, baby."
Ken reached out and moved his fingers against her buttocks. It always made him feel good to grab her ass cheeks. As he held onto them, he moved his cock forward. This time he pursued her a little more slowly than before. He had gotten his rocks off enough to where this time he would be able to fuck her more methodically, to extend the action a little longer until the droplets of cum that hadn't been extinguished in his other efforts would bolt inside her.
His fingers kept gliding back and forth against her ass cheeks as he fucked her. He moved his cock with methodical precision, grinding it back and forth inside her hot pussy. All the while he kept asserting himself, driving his steely tool forward as he pushed and penetrated it inside her mound. A few strokes later, he could see that his well-laid plans were not achieving much success. He was moving his cock faster than he had been planning on plunging it. He kept on maneuvering it briskly, sliding it back and forth inside his lover's mound as he directed himself ever more eagerly toward climax. He pushed and stabbed his long dick, sending it inside her mound, driving it with steady determination into her hot pussy. A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be shooting from his cock. He held onto her ass cheeks even more tightly than before, his penis continuing to stab her back and forth. A few strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot.
"Come on, let's do it," she said. "I'm ready to shoot, baby. Oh, damned, here it goes. I'm juicing. You do the same thing, baby doll. Come at me nice and hard. Keep fucking my mound. Fuck my pussy. Come on and screw me."
His ass cheeks kept bouncing as Ken fucked his lover. He drove his penis forward several times, and at that point the juices began to spill from his hot tool.
"This is beautiful," he said. "Oh, damned, what fucking. This is so nice."
Seconds later it was all over. The final few droplets of cream had been released from his tool.
As Ken released his cock from Betty's mound, he looked at her and smiled.
"You're quite a swinging mom," he laughed. "You really arranged something. A nice threesome with your son and daughter. I can hardly wait."
"I know one thing," she smiled back.
"There'll never be a dull moment."
"The orgasms will be flowing like mad," Ken nodded.
CHAPTER 16
Ken's cock was as hard as a rock as he watched his mother and sister finish undressing.
He had torn off his clothes eagerly, the had decided to stand next to the bed and watch while they made love to each other. They were two of the most gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on, and it did him a world of good to know that he had fucked both of them. But today he was in for a special treat. He was not only going to get to fuck them. He was going to get to watch them as well. And then they would all get involved in a torrid threesome. He had been thinking for days about some of the nifty positions in which they could involve themselves.
He jerked up and down on his tool, making certain that he didn't propel his fingers too rapidly in the beginning. He knew he had to take it kind of easy, since otherwise he would jerk himself completely off.
As he watched, Betty maneuvered her panties down her legs and off of her altogether. As she lay there, looking at her daughter, Carla did the same. When Carla disposed of her panties, the women threw themselves into each other's arms.
Ken could feel shock waves of sensation as he watched their breasts collide. They pressed their breasts against one another so firmly, and their tongues moved eagerly inside each other's mouth. Back and forth they let their tongues dart, working them with great precision as they kept up their steady tongue activity. A few strokes later, Carla removed her tongue from her mother's mouth.
"Let's get into the sucking," Carla suggested.
"I agree," Betty nodded. "Let's sixty-nine."
"But before we do that, let's rim each other."
"That will be beautiful."
The girls positioned themselves across from each other. Ken could see how eager they were to get to the fucking by the way that their bodies trembled. The slipped their tongues forward, allowing them to connect inside each other's ass-hole.
It was as if tiny shock waves had bolted through their bodies at the same point in time. Once that they registered seismic impact with their tongues, pushing them deep inside each other's ass-hole, their whole bodies trembled. They slid back and forth as they simultaneously ass sucked, driving their tongues ever so firmly and sturdily inside each other's anus. As they kept up their unswerving tongue pace, they pushed each other that much closer to the brink of orgasm. While they continued sucking each other, Carla reached out and began sliding the fingers of her right hand against her lover's mound. The girls kept up their tenacious sucking, driving their tongues inside each other's hot ass-hole as they pushed each other ever closer to orgasm.
Ken was tempted to jerk himself off completely, and every now and then he would have to slow up his pace, for fear that he would accomplish that very thing.
Back and forth they kept working their tongues, sliding them with piston-like regularity as their gorgeous female bodies kept sliding from side to side. Ken liked the way that their curvaceous ass cheeks would slide every time that they sucked one another.
A few seconds later, Betty removed her tongue from Carla's anus.
"I've got to suck you off right now," Betty said, "and I've got to be sucked, too. We're gonna keep this going. I really want to suck you. And I want to be sucked. I've got to juice."
"I can believe it. I'm feeling the same kind of excitement."
"Then let's really get it on."
They worked their tongues forward, allowing them to plunge devastatingly inside each other's pussy. They worked their tongues with scorching impact, and as they fervently collided with each other, they felt a tremendous degree of fulfillment. They wanted to do all that they could to bring each other off, and every time that one of them would step up the pace, the other was sure to follow.
As for Ken, he was having such a good time watching them that it almost constituted as much enjoyment as participating in the sex act itself. And he knew that once it was all over, he would get involved in sex with them.
"Keep up your sucking," Ken told them. "Just drive your tongues, girls. Damned, you both look so good. I love the way that your beautiful asses are twisting."
All of the sudden Ken once more found himself plunging his fingers up and down his hard rod faster than before. He enjoyed making swift contact with his peter, and as he did so the girls kept on wielding their tongues. They worked them spectacularly, pushing them inside each other's box as they moved ever closer to orgasm.
A few swift tongue strides later, Betty shot her juices. Her whole body shook as they spilled from her pussy. A few moments after Betty had released her pussy juices, Carla did the same thing. Ken wasn't the least bit surprised. He knew that the girls were turned on in a big way with each other, and he felt all along that they would juice about the same time.
Ken released his fingers from his cock. He walked toward the bed, then eased his body inside it.
"Now I want some action," he said.
"I'd like to suck your cock," Betty sighed. "As a matter-of-fact, why don't you make it a threesome?"
"Of course we should," Ken concurred. "While you're sucking out my dick, how about my gorgeous sister going down on you?"
Carla never had to move. She just lay there on the bed. And as she did, Betty extended her legs. She pushed her pussy up toward Carla's head. She let it come to rest just a scant few inches from Carla's tongue. All Carla would have to do would be just throw her tongue into high gear and she would be able to plunge it inside of her lover's snatch.
As Betty brought her hips to rest on both sides of her lover's head, Carla went to work with her tongue. She began to suck her lover's hot moist gash. As she began to suck, Ken got down on his knees and shoved his cock forward.
"I want to play with it for a few strokes," Betty said. "Ahhh, Carla honey. That's great. You're doing a good job on my mound. That's exciting me."
Betty was in a state of delirious sex fulfillment. She reached out and grabbed her lover's long hard dick. As she slid her fingers smoothly over her son's penis, she got ready to suck him. She finally pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to connect with his balls. While she sucked his balls, she worked her tongue up and down the full length of his huge bulging tool. A beautiful threesome was going on. She enjoyed the steady friction that was evolving between herself and Carla, who was doing a fantastic job of twisting and turning her tongue as she maneuvered it inside her lover's pussy.
The action continued at a brisk pace, and Betty got so carried away she knew she could not withstand the pace any longer. Carla kept on plunging her tongue inside her pussy, working her ever nearer to orgasm.
Betty maneuvered her tongue against Ken's balls for a few more strokes, then suddenly removed it. At the same point in time she released her fingers from his hard cock. She was all set to proceed with her sucking, and she did so, working her tongue against the base of his cock. She slid it ever so eagerly against the full length of his huge, penetrating pecker, and all the while she moved that much closer to the point of orgasm.
A few bristling tongue strokes later, Betty's whole body began to twitch. She knew that she was about ready to juice. The juices shot from her pussy, after which she moved her legs forward. Carla had provided her with all of the enjoyment that she needed up to that point. So now she would go to work with her tongue, sliding it up and down her lover's long hard tool until the juices shot from it. Ken was happy that Carla had done such a good job of sucking Betty to climax. That meant he would receive that much more in the way of sensation as she kept driving her tongue up and down his huge tool, plunging with her fingers against his balls all the while.
"Come on, mom, bring him off," Carla said. "You're really looking good. Your tongue's moving so fast. Just keep drilling at his dick. Bring him off."
As Carla watched, Ken's whole body was on the verge of coming unglued. His hips kept twisting back and forth, as did his ass cheeks. All the while the brilliant tongue efforts continued. Betty kept on plunging her tongue against his penis, working it with spirited desire, sliding her tongue along his huge erect phallus as she worked him that much nearer to the point of a brilliant orgasm.
"Just keep sucking," Ken said.
His hips kept on dancing back and forth as the cock sucking continued. She drove her tongue with everything that she had, and as she did she let her fingers scrape against his balls. Her fingers clutched sharply against his testicles as she worked him ever closer to the point of a brilliant climax.
While Betty pushed her son that much nearer to orgasm, Ken reached out with both hands. He slipped his fingers up and down her back several times, then let them move upward. He grabbed her hair, holding onto it, and all the while she kept sliding her tongue, driving it with steady determination against his huge, aroused pecker.
"Just bring me off," he said. "Keep your tongue working. I like that so much. Come on, suck me off, mom."
His whole body was twisting helplessly, spinning literally out of control as her tongue brought him that much nearer. Her fingers kept on working with great precision against his testicles, and pretty soon Ken was unable to hold back the flood tide of juices. He knew that every droplet of penis fluid would be spilling from the end of his prick, and he was ever so ready for that moment to become a reality.
Suddenly the penis liquids began to shoot from the end of his hard tool. They kept on spilling profusely from his cock until every droplet had reached her mouth.
She gobbled rapidly, her tongue twisting, pushing and plunging as she went after the searing drops of penis fluid.
"That's it," Carla said, "you're doing a great job, mom. You're sucking out every drop of the stuff. I like that. Suck it all out of him. Let it go."
A few seconds later, the act was at an end. Ken was able to get his bearings for at least a few moments. He had a chance to catch his breath after the exciting cock suck had ended.
CHAPTER 17
Ken was ready for more action and as he looked down at his cock and massaged it, Betty came up with a suggestion.
"How about a three-way?" she asked smilingly.
"I've got just the act," Ken snapped his fingers. "I'd like Carla's ass-hole. I'd like to drive my cock into it with everything I've got. I'd like to fuck her ass, and while I'm doing that, maybe you can suck my ass-hole, Mom."
"That's what you really call a family affair," Carla laughed.
"I guess you would," Betty acknowledged. "That sounds good to me."
"Then let's get right into it."
"Of course. We can't waste any time when we're this hot."
Ken reached out with his right index finger. He wanted to probe the inner confines of Carla's lovely anus. He thrust his finger into her, pushing and plunging it while Betty watched. It excited Betty to observe her handsome son and her beautiful daughter engaged in intimate activity. Back and forth he kept plunging his finger, driving it with devastating passion deep inside his sister's ass-hole.
"I really like that," Carla sighed. "Your finger's really working. This is beautiful. Keep on plunging your finger inside my ass-hole. Drive it. Come on, drive your finger."
As he kept up his swift, determined finger activity, Carla's body twisted and turned. She heaved a deep sigh, enjoying all of the penetrating stabs that she received from her lover. Ken kept up his swift, determined pace for a few more strokes, after which he suddenly released his finger.
This time Ken threw his left hand forward. He allowed his fingers to work their way inside his lover's pussy. He reached inside her mound, dipping his fingers into her snatch. When he released them, he shoved the pussy juices inside her ass-hole, wanting to do his best by her and seeking to lubricate her as thoroughly as he could.
"I'm all ready," he told her. "Just ready to fuck your hot ass-hole. I'm ready to fuck the living hell out of you, baby."
"That's the kind of spirited talk I like to hear," Betty said. "And I'm ready to suck your sweet ass."
Ken reached out and grabbed his sister's buttocks. He wanted to finger and fondle them for several moments. When he finished, Ken reached out and grabbed her legs. He flipped them over his shoulders, then prepared to enter her with his long, steely cock.
"Grind your prick inside me," she said excitedly. "Come on, honey. Really let yourself go. Come on and fuck me. Drive your tool inside my hot ass. Fuck me. Come on, drive your penis. Screw my hot ass-hole. Go ahead and do it."
As her hips flipped back and forth, Ken decided to proceed ahead. He flipped her thighs over his shoulders, then threw his cock into high gear. He plunged it with devastating passion toward her anus. His huge dick landed with a solid thud, thrusting inside her tight ass-hole. He liked the way that Carla flipped her hips back and forth as he maneuvered his cock, pushing it forward as he slammed it inside her.
"My boy's doing a great job of ass fucking," Betty said happily.
"I sure am," he said. "And just look at the way I'm twisting my hips. That really proves one thing. That I'm ready for ass licking."
"I like the way you're twisting your cute ass. You're doing it just the way your sister is," Betty laughed.
"Are you proud of your two kids?" Carla asked.
"Very much so. I guess you could say that the family who fucks together stays together."
"Damned, what a piece of ass," Ken gasped. "I can't get enough of this gorgeous Carla. Come on, honey. Just keep flipping your ass around. I really love it."
Back and forth Ken blasted with his huge penis. Ever so briskly he asserted himself, slamming his cock inside her anus as he brought himself ever closer to the point of climax. He worked his hot flaming tool deep inside her, pushing it with great passion and satisfaction as he penetrated his cock inside her.
While Ken was continuing to slam his cock devastatingly inside her anus, Betty decided it was high time for her to get into the act. She crouched down on her knees, then threw her tongue forward. She planted it inside of her son's ass-hole. She wiggled her tongue, flipping it back and forth, sliding it deep inside his hot ass-hole.
Ken set a blistering pace as he drove his sturdy tool forward, working it deep inside his hot ass-hole.
Ken set a blistering pace as he drove his sturdy tool forward, working it deep inside Carla's ass-hole. He pushed and plunged with his long stick, doing everything that he could to excite her with each and every tugging stab. A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be shooting from the end of his tool.
While Ken's diligent, supercharged cock kept on driving inside her hot ass-hole, his ass-hole continued to tingle from the swift tongue pace that his mother set. Back and forth Betty kept it up, working her tongue inside every hot crevice of his ass flesh. She sucked his ass-hole, and all the while Ken kept on sending his hard cock forward, propelling himself that much closer to the point of climax.
A few timely strokes later, Ken could see that he was just about on the verge of orgasm. His long dick was pushing and plunging as deeply as he knew how. He kept up the steady pace, and now he was just a few strokes removed from the point of climax.
Betty kept on wielding her tongue, driving it deep inside Ken's ass-hole.
"Damned, I'm gonna unload," Ken said. "This is so good. Oh, hell, what a fuck."
He reached out and cupped his fingers once more around his sister's ass cheeks. He began to slap at her buttocks, and all the while his cock kept tearing steadily away, pushing deep inside her anus as he moved that much closer to the relentless moment of climax.
A few seconds later, the juices began to shoot from the tip of his cock. They splashed voluminously, and as they did, his lover kept on working her tongue inside his anus.
A few seconds later, Ken had received all the excitement that he could possibly withstand. The juices had shot from his tool, and now he was inclined to just lie back and rest.
"This has been every bit as arousing a session as I thought it would be," Betty laughed. "You kids really put on a good show."
"I'd have to say we had a lot of help," Ken laughed.
"We sure did," Carla said. "We had our lovely mother."
"This is about as closely knit a family as you could find," Betty said.
CHAPTER 18
Now that Betty engaged in more sex than she had ever conceived of in a short period of time, she began to have second thoughts about it all.
The one thing she had always wanted to be was a conscientious mother, one who would set a fine example for her children. When Carla and Ken were very young, that had been her goal. It had remained her goal for a long time, until just recently, in fact. But now she could see that things were abruptly changing. Instead of providing the kind of conscientious guidance that they needed at a critical stage in their respective lives, she instead was turning them into sex maniacs. Once that she had gotten used to screwing with Ken, there seemed to be no stopping her. She went on from there to form a sex association with her daughter.
The one thing that she realized could change her course of action was an improvement in her relationship with Phillip. If only there was some basis, some harmony between the two of them, then she could concentrate on sex with him and would not have to deal with her son and daughter sexually any longer.
One evening, Phillip returned home from the hospital. He had performed three operations in one day, and his face was heavily creased with lines. He looked considerably older than his actual years, and Betty could not help but feel sorry for him. After all, she looked vivacious and youthful, considerably younger than her thirty-five years, while Phillip looked like an old man as he dragged himself into the kitchen.
"Where are the kids?" he asked.
"They're both out on dates."
"I just hope that they get their school work done," he said. "I don't want them to wind up dummies."
"They won't. They were both doing schoolwork earlier."
"I was thinking," Phillip said, "maybe you and I could go out to dinner tonight."
"That would be nice, but you look so tired.
Maybe it would be better for us to just stay in."
"No, I think maybe the change of scenery would do me some good. You know, just kind of escape from it all. Why don't you fix me a drink. Then after I get unwound a little, we can go out."
"What would you like to drink?"
"Bourbon and water would be fine, sweetheart."
The longer that Betty looked at her husband, the more she realized that maybe she had been too cross in her attitude toward him. After all, the basic reason why he wasn't any better sexually, and could not give her more satisfaction, was that he was so involved with his work. As a result of that fact, he was not around the house much, and on those occasions when he was, he did not have much in the way of physical energy left.
He sipped his drink, which seemed to bring Phillip to life a little. He told her about the hectic nature of the day that he had just spent, after which he decided they could go out to dinner.
As they sat and chatted in the restaurant, partaking of a delicious meal, Phillip began to change. Betty could see that in the relaxed atmosphere he was suddenly beginning to look a little less tired. The relaxation did him a world of good.
"You should relax more," Betty told him candidly. "As a matter-of-fact, I get very concerned about you, dear. You're driving yourself too hard."
"You might be right," Phillip nodded slowly. "You know what I've been thinking of doing?"
"What?"
"Taking a little vacation. Not bringing the kids along, just going off ourselves. For a week or two. Maybe we could go to Bermuda. San Juan. Someplace like that. Someplace warm, romantic and very exotic."
"That sounds wonderful."
"I'll tell you why I think I need it. I need it first of all to get myself some rest. I know damned well I'm working too hard. I've got to start cutting down on my hours, even if I do make less money. What the hell. What's the good of making money unless you have a little time to enjoy it?"
"I agree with you."
"That's one reason. The other is that I can see we're pulling apart from each other. I mean physically and emotionally. I'm so konked out I'm not able to give you the kind of loving you deserve. With a beautiful girl like you, that's a tragedy. So some changes will be made, darling. Maybe we can kind of call this a second honeymoon."
"That sounds wonderful."
"Let's drink to it."
Phillip hoisted his wine glass. He let it clink against hers.
Betty was feeling a lot better now. She would have to face her children and tell them that there would be no more wild involvements. She was going to set some kind of an example again.
