Whether she was clad in a scanty bikini or a flowing evening gown, people always stared -at Susan Stoddard. She was a beautiful woman. Her face was perfect in its features, strong and yet delicately feminine, with soft sensual lips that formed a seductive smile. She had deep green eyes and long chestnut brown hair that reached exactly to her firm nipples. Her legs were beautiful, her hips perfect. No one would ever guess she was thirty-eight years old, much less the mother of a boy of seventeen. Looking at her, one would think she was perhaps twenty-four, or twenty-five at the most.
At her son's graduation from prep school, she was stared at, for among the many parents gathered in the school quadrangle, Susan was far and away the most attractive and youngest-looking one present. There was an empty chair near the stage and Susan sat in it, putting on her sunglasses because the afternoon sun was reflecting off the stage and she wanted to see Kip receive his diploma and scholarship without having to squint.
Suddenly the band began to play and the audience rose. The boys marched in, one by one, straight and tall, down the aisle to the stage. Susan's face was bursting with pride and happiness as Kip passed by. Her son . . . the only person she had in the world now that her husband was dead.
She couldn't get over how handsome he had become. It seemed to her that without warning, almost magically, he had become a man. True, she and her husband hadn't seen him very often. At the age of four, they placed him in school in New England and he moved from school to school as his mother and father hopped around the globe on business trips. But the jet-set life was over and Kip was finishing his schooling away from home. Kip's father, who never cared very much about his son except to send him money and pay for his education, had died young, leaving his family a small fortune.
The graduates faced the audience. Kip's eyes didn't stray to his mother. He knew she was there . . . he could feel it. Susan looked at him closely. Her son! Her seventeen-year-old son! He was tall, his face was strong and masculine, but there seemed to be a gentleness about it that made Susan think he was a young Greek god. A shock of sandy blond hair tossed over his forehead in the windy Vermont air.
"Which is yours?" someone suddenly asked.
Susan turned to find a pleasant-looking woman seated next to her.
"Which is yours?" she repeated. "Mine's the one on the end of the first row, right there, my Jeffery." The woman pointed to an average-looking boy.
"Mine's the third from the right," Susan said clearly.
"The tall one with the light hair?"
"Yes," Susan whispered proudly.
"Lord, he's gorgeous!" The woman took a good look at Susan. "You know, I'd never believe you were his mother! You could pass for brother and sister!"
Susan smiled and turned back to the stage. Compliments like that were very welcome. She knew how attractive she was and she loved to hear people talking about that fact. But now she also realized she had an attractive stud of a son, and she equally liked hearing people talking about him.
Just before the ceremony ended, all the graduates stood up. Susan stared intently at her son in the bright sunlight. She stared first at his face, then his torso, then at one particular part of his anatomy. All the boys were dressed the same, but there was one difference in Kip's appearance-there was a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Susan couldn't take her eyes off it. Suddenly her breasts became firm, the nipples pushing against the softness of her bra. There was a slight tingle between her beautiful shapely legs. Her heart pounded. She didn't give herself time to think, she just sat there and let it happen.
Susan had always believed in letting things happen.. . .
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Stoddard sat in the kitchen of her expensive apartment on the fifth floor of a new building on Chicago's exclusive Lake Shore Drive. From the window she could see just about all of the city and the gigantic blue puddle, Lake Michigan. She sipped coffee as she opened the morning's mail.
"Hi!"
Susan looked up. Kip was standing in the doorway, his white terry cloth robe tied loosely around his tanned body.
"Hi, darling, 'bout time you got up!"
"What time is it, Mom?" Kip opened the double-door refrigerator and took out a pitcher of orange juice.
"Noon. I Can't understand how after years of getting up at six in the morning you now sleep past noon every day!"
"Making up for lost time, I guess," Kip said, pouring himself a glass of cold juice.
He sat near his mother, gulped the orange juice down, then leaned back in the chair and stretched. Susan glanced at him. His hair was messed up, but his body looked rugged in the robe. Susan glanced down and saw his strong hairy legs spread on the chair.
Susan got up and poured herself more coffee, trying to keep her mind off lust. It had been hard. She'd never had sex with another man except her husband, and during the last year of his illness, they hadn't been able to have sex at all. In the year since Tom's death, Susan hadn't touched another man sexually. Connie, her maid and cook, had often suggested she get out and find someone, but she didn't do it. She was young and horny, but there had been no one to attract her in a sexual sense. Now, with a virile young man in the room, despite the fact he was her very own son, the frustrations piled up.
"Coffee?" Susan asked.
"No thanks, I need a shower to wake me up."
Kip watched his mother as she opened the refrigerator to get half and half for her coffee. She was wearing tight bell-bottomed slacks, which accented the curves of her ass, and a yellow blouse, through which Kip could see the shape of her round, firm breasts. Man, he thought to himself, she's one fantastic chick!
"What's happening today?" Kip asked her as she sat down again.
"I've got a full afternoon; appointment with my lawyer, hairdresser after that. I've got to get going in a few minutes. Be home around four or five. How's roast for supper?"
"I'd really like to try that Chinese place down the street," Kip said bashfully. Susan was a good cook, but he loved Chinese food more than anything in the world.
"Great, you call and order whatever you want and tell them to send it up about six-thirty," Susan said, finishing her coffee.
Kip got up from the table. He looked out over the lake and turned to his mother. "You know, I've only been here three days and already I feel like I live here. I adore this apartment, I really do."
Susan got up and rinsed her cup. "Have to run . . . gotta touch up my makeup first . . . see you this afternoon."
Kip followed her down the hall to her room. He stood in the door and watched her bend over the vanity. Her ass was pressing against the pants, the crack outlined by the seam of the material. Kip stared at it for a moment and then stepped away.
Kip was taking a pair of shorts out of his dresser when he heard Susan call good-bye to him. " 'Bye, Mom," he shouted. He heard the door shut and the apartment was empty. Immediately, he dropped the robe to the floor and stood naked in the room. The sunlight felt good on his body. He looked in the mirror. His cock was still half hard from the night. Kip grabbed his shorts and walked to the bathroom.
The huge bathroom had a sunken tub-shower that was enclosed in glass on three sides, with the fourth side completely open. The room was large and spacious and decorated tastefully. Kip stepped into the shower and turned on the water full blast. The spray felt exciting on his sleepy body. He began to sing as he stuck his head under the stream of water. His cock was still half hard.
It seemed to Kip that his cock was always half hard. With the passing of each day, he seemed to need sex all the more. Masturbation was his only outlet, and he jerked off often, sometimes as much as five or six times in a day. His particular fantasy this morning was seeing the body of a woman, a shapely young beautiful woman, a woman much like his mother, a woman exactly like his mother.
At the moment that Kip was thinking of his mother, Susan was getting off the elevator in the basement parking garage of the building. She walked through the doors leading to the garage and waved to Carter, the attendant, who immediately fetched her Thunderbird.
Susan was about to get into her car when she remembered the papers for the lawyer. They were back in the apartment! Dammit, she thought, and asked Carter to watch the car while she ran back up to get them. She immediately took the elevator back up to the fifth floor. She entered the apartment and called to her son, but he didn't hear her. On the way down the hall to her bedroom, Susan heard water running, then the sound of Kip's singing in the shower.
She stopped and set her purse down on the little table only a few feet from the bathroom door. The bathroom door was open just a crack. Should she? She wanted to look in there, but she was afraid. She knew it wouldn't be right. But she knew she wanted to. She though of calling to Kip, of walking by casually, just taking a fast glance. Then she thought of pulling the door shut to avoid temptation. But then she stopped thinking and just let it happen . . .
Susan inched her way to the door of the bathroom. She stopped, brushed her long hair from her face, and looked into the room. All she saw was his cock! Her eyes focused on that long thing sticking out from between his legs. Susan held onto the wall, bracing herself. She had never seen anything like it! Long, thick, with a big mushroom head on the end, it bounced in front of him, surrounded by a thatch of thick dark brown hair, and accented by huge balls below.
Susan began to burn. Her head burned, her nipples burned, her pussy burned. She was on fire and she was in ecstasy. She watched, peeking through the opening, barely able to stand up. She knew it was wrong, and that fact made the situation all the more exciting. It was forbidden, and that made it attractive. She watched as Kip soaped himself, watched as he brought the sponge up the length of his huge penis, over the tip, and up his stomach. Watching him soap his private parts drove Susan insane! She brought her right hand to her breast, took hold of it and squeezed it hard. She felt as if she was about to collapse. The sight was so stimulating.
Kip set the sponge and soap down, then turned the water to cold. Susan watched his body shiver and shake under the icy stream. He opened his mouth and let the cold water fill it, then let it run down his belly. The icy water rode off the end of his prick like a waterfall and Susan watched intently. It seemed to be getting bigger before her unbelieving eyes! She thought, no, it can't be, it can't be getting bigger, it's not possible! But it did. Kip's cock defied credibility, standing straight up in the flow of the cold water.
He turned the faucets off, stepped from the shower, and began to towel his body dry. Susan was afraid he would walk out the door and find her, but she didn't give a damn about anything anymore. Here was her baby, here was her man, all in one. Her baby boy with his baby cock that she had touched and played with when he had been a baby. She desperately wanted to play with it now!
Susan couldn't stand it anymore. She knelt down on the white fuck carpet and quickly zipped her slacks open. Her hand moved slowly across her stomach. Her fingers felt the hair, then the soft, shapely mound, then the slit, the ripples, the clitoris, protruding, ready, panting. Her cunt sucked up her fingers and a shot of excitement raced through her body.
She watched as Kip looked at himself in the mirror. He brought his hand up and fingered his cock. Then he sat down on a stool, facing the door, and spread his legs. Susan stared at his balls, hanging so low between his outstretched legs. When he brought his hand to his cock and pulled it up, the balls moved in their sack, up and down, up and down. Susan's eyes followed them, her hand stuffed in her pussy, wet and hot, working herself into a frenzy.
Kip rubbed his balls with one hand as the other worked his cock up and down. It was so huge his hand hardly fit around it. Susan could see it growing even bigger and she thought the head would burst open any second! Each time he brought his hand up, the head would open a little and finally a little drop of semen crowned the tip and Kip began to moan.
Susan moaned in the hallway. She had her pants pulled down to her knees, her panties also, and now both hands were working herself. She quivered wildly as she listened to her son moaning and gasping, sighing. His erect penis dominated her mind. She could neither think nor see anything else. Kip's penis. Her cunt. Her nipples hardened like diamonds beneath her blouse, and her breathing soon became sporadic, like her son's. The fiery burning of passion in' creased proportionately in her loins and breasts and belly.
Kip stopped for a moment and fell to his knees on the floor. Susan was watching his profile now, and his cock seemed to stick out for miles from his body. He began again, slowly moving it back and forth, his hand drawing up and over the swollen crimson head, the huge balls jumping up and down beneath it. His pubic hair glowed from the reflection of the windows behind him and drops of sweat mixed with the drops of water still on his body to make him shine.
Susan moved her body to see him better, drawing her pants down even farther to be able to spread her legs. Mother and son were in the same positions, only a door separating them, their hands giving themselves absolute pleasure on a warm June afternoon.
Susan lowered her right hand to the softly throbbing mound and began to rub it lightly, powerless to stop herself, rubbing harder and harder, her middle finger sliding along the wet crevice between her cunt lips, which were as beautiful as the sweet lips on her face. She found her aching, throbbing clitoris, teasing the erect little member with her fingernail as Kip was teasing the tip of his member with his fingers.
Consummate pleasure rippled through her and she dropped her finger even lower, slipping it into the tight mouth of her vagina. Her cunt grabbed it, ate it, sucked it, as it had moments before. She teased it now, watching Kip sweating as he worked his magnificent cock up and down. In and out, in and out, the finger worked beautifully as her thumb teased the excited jerking clitoris.
Her left hand took hold of her breast, massaged it, cupped it, pulling hard at the nipple. Then the other one, as the finger dug deeper into her sweet sweaty cunt. A tornado of passion seethed within her body. Her mouth was wide open and her breathing was labored; little pearls of unintelligible excitement gurgled in her throat as she drew her fingers back up to stroke the moist curls of her soft pubic hair.
Kip spread his strong legs far apart. He moved his left hand and cupped his balls. They were not hanging as low now, they were swelling, pounding, aching for release. He rubbed them, pulled at them, placed his finger beneath them and rubbed the hard flesh there. He moaned as his long finger touched firmly on his throbbing asshole. He didn't move his finger, didn't rub or release it, just pressed it there, letting his fingertip feel the contractions of his asshole as he came near his climax.
The feeling generated by her fingers on her burning clitoris elicited a gasp of rapture from the lovely young mother's throat. She too brought her left hand down and touched even so lightly on the hard opening to her ass. Spasms shot through her body and she could feel her climax building, filling her body with a delight she had never before experienced. Her body rested firmly on her heels, planted on the carpeted floor, and she felt dizzy and spinning and in the air.
Kip pressed his finger against his asshole. His mother did the same. Susan worked herself with her right hand. Her son did the same. Together they moaned and gasped and felt as if the world would explode at any second.
Faster and faster, Kip worked his hand over his enormous young cock. Faster and faster the beautiful woman in the hall rubbed her middle finger across her sensitive flesh, churning the heat higher and higher within her, almost to the brink . . . "I'M GOING TO COME, OH KIP, MY BABY, I'M GOING TO COME!"
"Oh God, GOD, GOD!" Kip screamed as torrents of hot white liquid spouted from the end of his prick. It shot out of him and onto the floor, onto the wall, and one last huge gob hit the edge of the door, dripping down only inches from Susan's lips. Kip fell to the floor and lay there panting.
Susan saw it happen. She watched each spurt, each contraction of the balls, each massive spoonful of hot come shoot from her son. Suddenly she exploded between her thighs! The carpet was wet, her hands were wet, her pants were wet. For the first time in years, she knew delicious erupting release. She moved her finger up and touched the gob of her son's semen, dripping down the edge of the door. She stared at it as her cunt juice poured into her hand. She moved it between her fingers as her other hand continued to rub hard across her now insanely jerking clitoris, even as Kip lay silent on the floor, his cock head visible under him, between his outstretched legs. Her climax seemed to last forever . . . an incredible eternity . . . a tremendous orgasm. And then it was over. She withdrew her hand and sat on the floor. Her wide eyes could not focus, her head was covered with sweat, and she had forgotten who and where she was. Now it all came back in a fury and slowly she regained strength. Her beautiful hair hung down her face like a dark waterfall. A sound from the bathroom jolted her from her sitting position. Kip moved and coughed. She quickly jumped to her feet and slid up her panties, then fastened her slacks. They were wet and wrinkled.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
Susan froze. She turned to the little table where her purse sat next to the phone. She was unable to move, petrified.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
Kip jumped up and opened the bathroom door and stepped out, naked, inches from his mother. Kip just stood there as the phone kept ringing, one foot from his mother, standing in the wetness where her juices had been spilled on the carpet, shocked and embarrassed. His soft cock hung between his legs. Susan stared, silent, frightened.
Kip tried to say something but it only came out as a sound, an embarrassed noise, and he immediately grabbed a towel from the rack next to the bathroom door and held it in front of himself. Susan tried to think of something to say.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
"Kip, I . . . well, I forgot something, and I came up and . . . "
RRRINNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
"Hello. Yes, Mr. Darcey, I'm on my way. Just had a few things to get taken care of. Yes, yes . . . "
She heard the bathroom door close tightly. She didn't look at his face. She couldn't. She didn't know how much he knew or how much he guessed or what he believed or what he wanted to believe. She was sure he was too stunned to think. God, she thought, why did all this have to happen?
Susan quickly changed clothes, got the papers she had come back for, and left the apartment. In the bathroom Kip sat looking into the mirror. Did she see what I was doing? How long had she been there? God, he thought, what if she saw the whole thing? He felt ashamed for a moment. Then he conjured up the image of his beautiful mother watching him masturbate. He could picture her, beautiful, smiling, her eyes looking at his naked member being worked up and down. Suddenly he was hard as a rock again.
Mother, he thought to himself, my beautiful chick of a mother . . .
CHAPTER TWO
"Candles, Chinese food, lights reflecting off the lake, what could be more beautiful?" Kip said as they were finishing their evening meal.
Lots of things, Susan thought to herself, lots of things. She just smiled and poured more wine for herself and her son. All day long her mind had been on him. On his body. On his cock. She wanted to touch it. That was all, nothing more, she just wanted to touch it. Somehow it would make her fulfilled, complete. Just to place her long soft fingers on it and caress it.
"What do you think?" Kip said.
"What?" Susan looked up. "I was lost in thought, I'm sorry!"
"I was wondering if we could take a vacation before I have to go off to college," Kip said, sipping his wine. "I know you and Dad had been just about every place but the moon, but well, I've been stuck in the wilds of Vermont and . . . "
"Darling, yes, of course. Anywhere you like! That's a promise!" Susan proposed a toast, winked at him, and drank up.
"I'd really like to go to San Francisco, I think!" Kip blurted out.
Susan almost laughed out loud. "I expected you to say Paris or Athens or some far enchanting place, and you want to go to San Francisco!"
"Chris says it's the most wonderful city in the whole country, bar none! He's from there and he's not going to get to go home till Christmas because of the summer course he's taking at Yale."
"Who's Chris?" Susan asked.
"Christopher Brady, my best friend. You met him, remember?"
Susan remembered the boy. He was dark and handsome, a year older than her son. "Yes, but we hardly got the chance to say two words to each other."
"You will, someday," Kip said, getting up from the table. He walked to the balcony overlooking the entire city and stood leaning over the railing.
Susan joined him. She looked at him from behind, marveled at how strong and healthy he looked in his tight white pants. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his muscles and shoulders gleamed in the moonlight. Susan was radiant. Her hair had been given a bit of a curl that afternoon and it hung in soft rings over her beautiful face, outlining it like a beautiful frame surrounding an exquisite painting. Her long flowing dress hid her body from view, but anyone would know there was a treasure beneath it. She could be sexy in a mink coat or a burlap bag. And Kip was beginning to really notice it.
They stood there and talked about the past, the new friendship they felt, the closeness they felt after all the years of being separated.
"I imagine you miss your girl friends back East," Susan remarked softly.
"Well, I didn't have many. No one special, if that's what you mean. I was awfully busy at school, did some sports, too, but I was never a jock." Kip poured another glass of wine for himself.
Susan looked out over the lake. "I suppose you're anxious to meet some girls here. It's going to be a long hot summer."
"Well, you know, I'm as horny and sexual as any other kid of eighteen, oops, sorry, not till next month, but I'm not dying to find anyone. I'm pretty happy here with you." Kip looked into her eyes. He was only being honest. Nevertheless, in the back of his mind floated the thoughts he had dreamt in the afternoon. He didn't want to tell her he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he didn't want to tell her he had always liked older women. He just let her know he was happy being with her.
"And I love you," Susan said, kissing him on the cheek.
The wine, the good food, the talk, it all had an effect; they were both sleepy. Susan wished Kip sweet dreams and went off to bed. Kip stayed up for a while yet, writing a letter to his friend Chris. He needed to tell someone about the afternoon, about what he had thought, and Chris was the only one he could tell. He was his only real friend, the only person he could be completely honest with. So he told him, not in great detail, but enough to let him know what it was all about and he asked Chris what he thought of the situation.
After he finished the letter, he had one more glass of wine and went to his room. He closed the door and pulled his drapes shut. Susan heard his door open again as he went to the bathroom, then she heard the toilet flush and the tap water running, and finally, " 'Nite, Mom!" as he went to his room.
Susan was reading a book, relaxing on the bed in her soft, almost transparent nightgown. Her breasts heaved the book up and down. The dark of her crotch could be seen through the material and the flowers embroidered on it danced in her thick pubic hairs. She was reading and then she was not. For her mind was only on her son. And what he had said. And how he looked. And what she wanted to do to him. Touch him, that was all. A quivering deep inside her thighs told her she would never fall asleep. She lay there for what seemed like hours, thinking, dreaming, rubbing her beautiful tits and spreading her legs, then contracting them and feeling the material brush lightly over her cunt. Finally she couldn't stand it any longer. She got up and opened the door to the hallway.
Kip couldn't sleep either. He tossed and turned, under the covers, on top of the covers, walked, around, fell back to the bed. He was spread out there, bare naked on the big bed, his legs spread as he played with his burning penis. He wanted one thing, the thing he had thought about in the bathroom, the thing he had written to Chris about. He wanted his mother to watch him jack off! He remembered Chris telling him once that his mom had caught him and three other boys jerking off behind the garage and she gave him a good beating. Kip wouldn't mind to have HIS mother catch him. He somehow thought she'd like it.
His eyes were shut and his right hand was on his stomach, inches from the tip of his cock, when he heard a creaking sound in the hall. His cock jumped. Mother! She was out there. He kept his eyes shut through it all. He never saw it, never saw her. He just felt it. The door handle turned and his door opened a crack. Susan looked in and stopped dead. There was his huge cock, outlined only by the dim moonlight streaming in from behind the drapes. She looked at it for a long time, as she had that afternoon, and then looked at his face. He was asleep. Or was he? Susan opened the door farther. Kip didn't move. He was asleep.
She stepped into the room and stopped at the foot of her son's bed. His legs were spread before her. She could see the dark outline of the young man's hairy balls snuggled silently between his legs. Susan almost stopped breathing as her mind raced. What was she doing? She almost couldn't believe she had mustered up the nerve to enter the room, but she was there and she didn't want to leave. All she wanted to do was touch it. That's all, just feel it with her fingertips. She thought she must be crazy, standing there over her grown nude boy, knowing that he would probably wake up if she touched him. But nothing was rational anymore. She was a woman, a young hungry sensual woman, before she was a mother. And all the drive in that woman, her head, her beautiful lips, her swollen breasts, her magnificent hips, her hot, juicy cunt, her shapely legs . . . every bit of her was focused toward the naked hunk of masculinity in front of her. She stood there, in bliss, watching the boy's cock as it softened a bit and settled against his stomach.
Kip's head was bursting. He could hear her breathing and smell her faint perfume. He sensed her presence with every pore in his body, but he would not open his eyes. In a moment the fear left him and his mind started to imagine things-his mother stroking him, his mother cupping his balls in her beautiful small hands, his mother climbing onto the bed, kneeling on either side of his face, slowly moving down, her beautiful dripping cunt approaching his face, his nose, his lips, his tongue.
As he thought of his mother's beautiful tight throbbing cunt being lowered to his lips, his cock rose higher than ever. It was ready to burst. His scrotum tightened and pulled up as the penis lifted itself into the air. His mother's cunt, he thought, kissing it, eating it, sliding his tongue deep inside her, tasting the sweet honey that would pour from it.
Susan felt her legs give way as she watched the boy's throbbing young cock rise. It begged for her, wanted her, compelled her, and she moved to the side of the bed. Kip was still asleep and she wondered what he was dreaming. She slowly unbuttoned her nightgown and in one quick motion placed her numb hand on the mound between her legs. It was wet already. The finger found the protruding clitoris and held firmly against it. She reached out her other hand, over the bed, afraid but knowing there was nothing else she could do at that point. She sat gently and quietly on the bed next to the beautiful boy.
Kip's mind ran rampant; he was licking her cunt, kissing beneath it, licking her ass, biting, sucking, begging her to come in his mouth. She pulled away, her knees on his arms, begging for it.
His cock was standing on end, bursting. Susan held her breath, pushed her finger deep into her cunt, and let just two fingers touch the tip of his penis. She grasped. It was hot. It felt silky and soft. It felt hard. She ran her fingertips up and down it, gently touching his balls.
She pushed three fingers inside her vagina, rushing them in and out now, quickly, silently. Her hand opened above the penis, stopped for a moment as she felt herself beginning to pour into her other hand, and clasped her fingers and palm around the gigantic cock. It shot! Come burst forth in a long, steady stream. She didn't move her hand, didn't move the boy's penis. Her fingers were frozen around it and the come poured down, like a mountain top covered with fresh snow.
Mother! Mother! Come! Come! Kip saw the cunt above him dripping onto his face. His mother screamed and she shook and brought her body down over his face and was silent. Kip felt the release in his balls as the hand remained tightly clasped around his aching cock.
Susan watched it closely, withdrawing her other hand from her own spent cunt, and waited until the flow was over. Then she lifted her hand, carefully unwrapping her fingers in the sticky hot come, and pulled it away. She looked at it, tasted it just slightly with a flick of her tongue, then wiped it against her nightgown. She looked at the boy. He was still asleep. She thought, that's what you really call a wet dream, Kip! She smiled and stood up. There was a happy, peaceful smile on her son's face as she left the room.
CHAPTER THREE
The happy smile on Kip's face didn't last long. As soon as he heard his bedroom door shut tight, he opened his eyes and sat up. He looked down at his soft cock. It was wet, glistening with come. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself, cleaning up the semen that had rolled from his mother's hand onto his flesh.
Kip could hardly believe it had happened! He had been creating a fantasy in his head about his mother, his very own mother, dreaming of her cunt pouring its juices into his open mouth. Kip wasn't sure what his mother's cunt even looked like! For that matter, he wasn't sure what any cunt really looked like. He had fucked two girls, but those were adolescent games at most, and all he could remember was that he had pushed his dick in and he came and pulled it out. Neither of the experiences were in any way rewarding or even exciting.
But Kip and his friend Chris had found an outlet that was both exciting and rewarding: pornography. Pictures could turn them both on, pictures of beautiful hairy slits, cocks sticking in them, cum running out of them, cocks in assholes, cocks in mouths. Kip and Chris would look at the pictures and masturbate, seeing who could come first or who could come the most. Chris usually came first, but Kip always came the most. Sometimes they would masturbate each other, especially when looking at pictures of group sex or two girls going at each other. That particularly turned Kip on, looking at two chicks eating each other's cunt.
Kip had seen cunts in pictures, but never in life. He'd had intercourse with two girls in his short life, but the fact that both had been very quick, unrewarding experiences left him almost as unaware of coitus as a virgin. And now this virile half virgin was dreaming of his mother.
Seeing her cunt above his face may have been fantasy, but the hand that had touched his cock and made it shoot was certainly very real. Kip didn't know what to think. His mother had crept into his room, looked at him in all his nakedness, sat next to him on his bed and wrapped her hand around his climaxing penis. Kip knew he should have been revolted, he should have pretended to be dreaming or something, he should have turned away or covered himself. But he loved it, loved it, and he knew it! He not only loved the fact that he had come so much and that the orgasm was great, but he loved the fact that it was his very own mother who had touched his penis and felt his hot cum pouring from his body.
There had been something beautiful about it. Kip knew that. It was as if he was giving her his manhood, giving that gift from deep within him that told her he was a man. I must be nuts, Kip thought, sitting up in the bed. He tossed and turned for hours. He couldn't resolve things in his mind, couldn't accept and yet couldn't reject. He knew now he desired his mother sexually, and that she wanted him in the same way. It seemed a very attractive arrangement, but he was scared. He was scared out of his mind.
While Kip was tossing and turning in his room, Susan was doing the same just down the hall in her big bedroom. Her mind was pounding and she ached for release. By any standards, what she had done was wrong. It was sick, terrible, unnatural, perverse. But it was also right, satisfying and very honest.
My own son, Susan thought, how could I do such a thing? She looked at her hand and saw the dried bits of Kip's semen between her fingers. Oh, my baby, my baby, she thought. She stretched on the bed, naked now, her body relaxed and rested. But her head was spinning, the rights and the wrongs of the situation bounced in her skull. She took aspirin, she took a drink, nothing helped. It was hours before she could sleep.
Morning came all too fast. Susan touched the alarm with her fingertips, stopping the alarming noise that pierced the quiet of the bedroom. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. She felt cold, chilly. She got up and turned the air-conditioning thermostat down, then put on her robe and made her way to the bathroom.
In a few minutes she emerged, her beautiful hair combed over her shoulders, her face washed, fresh, awake. She walked to the door of Kip's room, knocked slightly, and entered.
Kip opened his eyes when he felt something tugging at his feet. "Time to get up!" Susan said, pulling at his feet under the covers. He moaned and moved his head under the pillow. Susan pulled it away and her son turned over, opened his eyes wide and looked up at his beautiful mother.
"What time is it?" Kip asked, half asleep.
"Ten-thirty," Susan answered sweetly, sitting on the edge of his bed, exactly in the spot she had sat the night before.
"Ten-thirty doesn't exist! Christ, Mom, it's the middle of the night!"
"Middle of the day. Connie's coming in to clean today and I want her to get all the linen washed," Susan answered, brushing strands of her brown hair away from her face.
Kip sat up in the bed and leaned back. He was naked to the waist, where the covers concealed what Susan had touched the night before.
"Okay, I'll get up. Didn't sleep very well." There was a long silence. Susan wondered if he was trying to tell her something or if he was just making conversation.
"I couldn't sleep either. It seemed so cold, I turned the air conditioning down," Susan said, looking away from her son.
"It wasn't that; I kept having dreams."
"Oh, really, Kip?"
"Yeah. Weird. I felt scared."
Susan didn't answer. She just sat there looking at him.
"I often have frightening dreams," Kip said. "Back at school Chris would have to hit me sometimes to wake me when I'd be yelling and sweating."
"Really?" Susan suddenly felt closer to him.
"I felt, well, I felt so lonely and I'd dream of you and Dad leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere, or in the middle of the ocean or something crazy like that," Kip said, embarrassed.
Susan took her son's hand and held it. "Don't ever feel lonely again; I'm here and always will be. I may have not been the best mother in the past, but I've always loved you, you must believe that."
Kip looked into her beautiful green eyes. "I do, I really do," he said in all honesty. She looked like a beautiful statue, sitting there, her hair full of golden streaks, reflecting the sunlight coming in the window. Kip was overcome with her beauty. He held her hand tightly.
There was another long silence and both mother and son knew the truth of the evening before. Kip realized Susan wasn't walking in her sleep, or testing him, or any other such foolish thing. She had wanted him. She realized now, from the look in his eyes, that he had been awake through it all. He hadn't stopped her. He knew what had happened and he had come. It was because of her that he had climaxed, not because of a wet dream.
Susan felt the familiar sensations. Deep in her thighs, in her breasts, in her throat. Her lips parted and she smiled her sensual smile. Kip could feel his cock stir under the covers, pushing up against the sheet. He held tight to his mother's soft hand, rubbing his fingers over hers. Then Susan moved her hand up his arm and touched the hair there, rubbing it. Kip breathed deep. He was excited now, his cock hard, his mouth open, hoping and waiting. Susan moved closer to him. It was now or never, she thought, she had to get it out, had to take this chance or she would never be able to live with herself. Hell with right or wrong, she thought, I know what I feel and he feels it too and I'm going to let it happen.
"Kip, I can't get over what a man you are now, how mature you look. And how adult your thinking is. It's amazing for a boy of seventeen to be so aware of life and love and what is beautiful and honest. You're the man of the house now, and I know you can fill your father's shoes even better than he did. And I need you to take care of me." She never blinked. She said it all clearly and with much feeling.
"I missed you, Mom. I always missed you. I knew there was something more there than that pretty picture of you hanging on my wall. I'm so glad I'm home with you. You're a very beautiful woman. I'm proud you're my mother." He stopped, stammered for a moment. "I'm still a little scared, of honesty, like you said . . . "
His words trailed off as Susan gently moved her full lips to his cheek and kissed him. Her silky brown hair touched his chest, rubbed and caressed his firm, hairless chest, tickling him, sending him into ecstasy. She didn't move her head away. He could feel her breathing into his ear. He brought his hand up and touched the back of her head. Their eyes met. Susan parted her lips. Kip closed his eyes tight, thinking, Please, Mother, Kiss Me. Please Kiss Me Hard!
.Her mouth just barely met his at first, then slowly she let her lips crush against his lips. Their tongues dashed in fury, darting in and out of each other's mouth. Kip could hardly breath. He thought his head had exploded as he tasted the forbidden lips of his beautiful mother.
Susan pulled away, sat up closer to him and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. He reached around her and hugged her body to his. He could feel her ripe breasts pressing against him, inside of her robe. She began kissing him hotly, planting wet liquid fire on his eyes, cheeks, mouth, her hot, hard tongue darting out to probe between his lips. She mashed her firmly throbbing breasts against his chest and her hips moved uncontrollably on the bed as her cunt started to secrete the hidden liquids of her intense passion.
Kip tried to pull away, scared, frightened, not sure he would be good enough, but his mother clutched him tightly, giving him strength and courage. Her tongue caused fire to leap white-hot in his loins, surging his cock as if with some hidden power into an even harder state. He moaned, completely lost now, the fears vanishing as the passion continued to flame, completely a slave to the love he now felt for his mother, a willing slave now for he knew in the core of his being that this was a relationship that was honest and true, based on real love, and that this moment had its beginnings long ago, building in the secret depths of both he and his mother, an inevitable thing that would have come to pass at some other time if not now. He remembered the joy he had felt when he would open her letters, when he would see her pictures, when he would dream of her. And Susan thought perhaps she had stayed away from him on purpose, waiting till he was grown, waiting till he was a man and could come to her as a man and treat her as a man and love her as a woman first, and a mother second.
Kip's mouth opened under Susan's, then he was kissing her back, swirling his tongue around hers, ingesting the pink, hot, wet probe into his mouth, sucking it as joyously as he had sucked her milk-giving breasts as a baby. Moaning into her mouth, his hands moved down, down over his mother's shoulders, around to touch her sides, then dipped up and tenderly, lovingly, sought and located the quivering globes of her firm, ripe breasts. They were hard, almost foreign to his touch, but yet they belonged to him as the breasts of no other woman would belong to him. He moaned and fondled them, amazed at how hard the nipples felt beneath the soft material of her robe.
Locked together in an embrace on that bed was a moment of horrible torment for both of them. They were both rational, intelligent human beings, doing what every person, every book would say is forbidden. But it was right for them, in this moment, and an inner peace settled deep inside Susan and began to evolve in Kip also. Susan knew it wasn't wrong because Kip wanted her to, she was not forcing him, he was mature and had a mind of his own. He responded passionately.
Susan pulled away and stood up next to the bed. Kip watched intently, still sitting, as she opened the belt of her robe, allowing the front to open. He saw the dark, wet mound. It wasn't at all how he had imagined it would be. It was infinitely more beautiful, infinitely more exciting, infinitely more tempting than he had ever conceived.
Susan dropped the robe to the floor and stood naked before her son. She looked like a goddess. Her flowing hair very nearly covered her breasts, with only the nipples protruding from the brown strands. Kip thought she was the most stunning sight he had ever seen.
Susan took a step to the bed and lifted the covers. Kip's throbbing penis jumped up. She looked at him, naked on the bed, this time in the daylight, a god, a soldier, a warrior, a man. Susan reached out and brushed her hand against her son's cheek. Kip looked up and saw her smiling face just above her big tits. She sat next to him again. His body felt a jolt of excitement as her naked flesh brushed against his side.
She clung desperately to him, kissing him, moaning, while he began to fondle her firm, trembling breasts, naked in his hands now. She stopped kissing him and sat up tall. She wanted him to touch her, feel her, find her. She wanted him to know her and love her.
Kip reached up and tweaked her left nipple. It was hard, rocklike. He touched the other one. It too was tight and firm. Then he brought both hands up and took hold of them both, squeezing them, rubbing them together. Susan moved forward as Kip inched his face to her beautiful tits and buried his face in them. He kissed, licked, sucked them, wildly, passionately.
He fell back on the bed, his hands still on her breasts which were hanging over his chest now. He brought his fingers up to her lips and she kissed them, nibbled on them, and drew them into her mouth. Susan sucked on the fingers of his right hand and Kip thought his cock was going to explode. He closed his eyes.
Slowly, he brought his left hand down past her breasts, lightly touching her stomach, inching his way down, down, touching her belly in awe, resting lightly on her groin, then into the thick, moist bush between her legs. She spread her thighs as his fingers teased through the velvety flaxen strands of her pubic hair, middle finger extended, probing lower.
Susan's hand grasped his chest firmly, moved down his stomach, and finally came to rest on top of the huge young cock that stood out from his body like a flagpole. She felt his aching young cock, encircled it, as rapture tingled through every fiber of her being at the feel of his hot, hard, pulsing penis, her son's own penis. She stroked it lovingly, up and down, her fingernails caressing his quivering balls as moans of bliss escaped her lips and fell over his wet, outstretched right hand, still in her mouth.
Kip, almost without really realizing it, found her throbbing clitoris with his middle finger, and Susan opened her legs wide to help her son find it, raising her hips up and turning her body slightly to bring the tiny hard bud into surging electric contact with his fingertip.
Kip withdrew his hand from her lips, touching her breasts again, then her leg and thigh, near the point where his other hand was moving in and out of her cunt. Susan threw her head back and looked down at the giant cock in her hand. Her hair touched Kip's balls and he immediately felt a chill run up his spine. She moved her head almost wildly, sweeping her fanned hair over his balls, up over his cock, onto his belly, and then back again, over the round sensitive head of his penis, down the long shaft, and into the hairy depth between his legs. Kip opened his legs so he could feel the whipping, caressing strands mingle with the sensitive hairs beneath his balls, just above his asshole.
Susan moved her head down, down, down, until her son's penis was only inches from her lips. Kip was going crazy with the feeling of his mother's wet, hotly trembling vaginal slit under his finger, her hand stroking his massive shaft. His brain was now a cauldron of seething passion. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing.
Kip pressed his head deep into the pillow as he felt his cock being encircled by the moist, soft, wonderful lips. She took it slowly at first, just the head, swirling her tongue around it, kissing it, withdrawing it, then lovingly taking it in her lips again.
Kip's body was numb now, his hand couldn't find the strength to continue rubbing her hot cunt. He was in another world, floating on a cloud of pleasure. Susan jumped up, brushed her hair behind her shoulders, and got up onto the bed, between her son's legs. "Mom, no, you don't have to, you . . . "
"Shhh. It's all right, baby. It's all right," Susan said in a soothing tone.
Kip closed his eyes, reassured, ready. His hands gripped the sides of the mattress and he moved his legs even wider, thrusting his ass a bit into the air. Susan reached out, took hold of the warmly palpitating shaft between the palms of both hands and began to rub it up and down, slowly, enticingly. Kip's breath whistled out in ragged gasps between his tightly clenched teeth at the excruciating pleasure her talented hands were generating in his groin.
It had been so long since she had touched another man this way, but it seemed like her son's cock had been in her hands forever. She was suddenly an expert. Susan cupped and stroked his balls then, teasing her finger up the full length of his crotch to probe briefly at the tiny puckered sphincter ring of his anus before returning to the quivering, thick shaft of his young cock.
Finally she pushed his legs as far apart as they would go and slipped in between them, kneeling on the bed, almost on all fours, his hips twisting beneath her. Her large swollen breasts hung down and touched the tip of his penis. Her nipples felt like pins pricking him as they brushed over his bursting, painful head.
Susan stared at the beautiful cock. She was obsessed with it, still not believing its size. She looked at it closely, examining it. The skin was clear, soft, without a blemish. It was the same size from the base to the tip, thick, round, full. The head was huge, dark, and a tiny drop, a pearl of come, appeared from the little slit at the tip. Susan brought her full, round lips to the head and in one lick of her tongue, the white drop-was gone.
Susan stared at the reddish head of Kip's cock for what seemed like an eternity, as if fascinated by its hugeness, stroking him again now, teasing his balls with her fingertips. Then, slowly, very slowly, her head lowered and Kip felt the incredible hot, moist softness of her lips kissing the wet head of his shaft, then her tongue sliding out between her moistened lips to probe the opening, searching for another drop of pearly come, and another small droplet appeared. Susan quickly drank the flowing lubrication as she made small sounds in her throat.
Kip reached up, caught her head in his hands, grasping her hair gently, at the same time driving his loins upward to sink his cock deeply into the warm wet grotto of her mouth, and she opened her lips wide to accept it, to accept as much as her gentle mouth would accommodate.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhkh!" Kip moaned in rapture.
Susan made not a sound. She worked hard and nearly drove the boy insane. Kip knew he was near his climax. His mother's mouth was like soft butter around his cock, and her tongue seemed like a soft, wet firebrand as it licked up and down and around his pumping shaft. The image leaped wildly in the young man's brain and acted as the release of his driving, swirling semen. The first torrent of fire flooded along the passage of his plunging cock, and he gasped, his lips pulled back against his teeth as if he were in agony.
"Susan! Susan!" he cried helplessly.
His prick began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that erupted without advance warning into Susan's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow crazily and quickly to keep from choking. Kip pushed his ass into the air and his cock slid deep into her throat. Susan held him up there, feeling the white burning come slide down her throat, holding his balls, pumping the last bit of juice from them.
Kip's hands worked spasmodically in her hair, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning penis, burying it deep in her throat and then, with one last groan, he flung his hands to the headboard of the bed and grasped it, emptying the last spurt of his virile young semen into her beautiful, delicate mouth.
Susan continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every last drop of sperm, until the satiated cock began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Kip released the headboard and flung his hands outward in exhaustion, a great sigh of release and fulfillment coming from his mouth.
Susan collapsed over him. He held her tightly, her head nestled next to his softening cock. He opened his eyes and reality began to return. In one quick moment, all the fears, all the love, everything, every emotion he had experienced in his young life hit in his brain, like glass shattering on cement. Kip was a terrified boy. He began to cry. The tears rushed from his eyes and floated down to his chest. He sobbed uncontrollably.
Susan lifted her head and looked at him. He said nothing, just cried. She immediately got up out of the bed and sat next to him.
"Mother, Mother, hold me. please hold me. I love you. Hold me!"
Susan took her son into her arms, her grown masculine son, now her baby again, and she hugged him, protected him, sheltered him and loved him. He continued to sob in her arms, his head pressed against her naked nipples. "Cry, baby, go ahead, it's all right. Everything will be all right. You'll see," Susan said, brushing the tears from his face.
They sat there on the bed for a long time, mother and son, lovers, friends. Kip didn't know it, but there were tears flowing from his mother's eyes also. Tears of joy and tears of fear. Inside, Susan prayed everything would be all right. After all, she had promised that much to her son.
Susan held him until he fell asleep. Then she lifted his head from her lap to the pillow and drew the covers up over his rested, released body. Just as she stood up, she heard the apartment door open.
Susan met Connie in the hall. The girl had been her housekeeper and sometime cook for a few years, and the two were good friends.
"Hi, Susan. Sorry I'm late. Had to drop Mom off in the Loop," the cute nineteen-year-old girl said.
"Oh, that's okay, Connie. No hurry. Care for coffee?" Susan asked, walking to the kitchen.
"Sure, I'll have a cup. Let me throw a few things in the washer first," and the girl started down the hall.
"Connie!"
Connie turned and looked back at Susan.
"Connie, don't wake Kip. He had a hard time falling asleep last night and I promised I'd let him sleep all morning."
"Okay, fine. I'll do his room later."
Susan put water on to boil and Connie went into the bathroom to collect towels for the wash. Outside, the sun was shining brightly. It was going to be a beautiful summer day.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kip and Susan did not touch each other sexually for a few days. Susan knew Kip would need the time to think, to resolve whatever he had to resolve in his young mind, and she wanted him only if he wanted her. Thus, she made no overt advances, suggested nothing sexual to him, but also resolved not to lie about what had happened that particular morning, nor to be ashamed of it.
Kip was not ashamed. He was just scared. It was one thing for a boy to admit that he had some sexual attraction to his mother, but it was quite another thing to be able to carry that desire to action. His mind was full of contradictions and opposing beliefs. He believed sincerely that giving another person pleasure was the most beautiful thing in the world. On the other hand, he wondered if that statement could be applied to mother and son? He had always strived to be honest with his emotions. His honest emotion was to love his mother in a physical way. He had done that. She had done that to him. But wasn't it wrong? Wasn't it going too far? Kip didn't know, and he had no one to turn to to help him resolve the matter.
He spent time at the beach, walking along the sandy shore of Lake Michigan, alone, thinking. He wrote Chris, not so much for answers as just to get things off his shoulders. He didn't fear the situation as much as he feared someone finding out about it. MOTHERFUCKER. He had used the word. His friends had used the word. He even remembered his father having used the word when he was a little boy. It had ugly connotations.
But his love for Susan wasn't ugly, it was beautiful. It was the first honest emotion he could remember having for a female in his entire life. He loved Chris, loved him as only a friend can love a best friend. But no one else. The two girls he had fucked, he hadn't even known their names. His mother was the only woman-love figure in his life. And he wanted to fuck her. Yes, he wanted to fuck her. He knew that the minute he placed his fingers down between her legs. He wanted to put his big cock into her and fuck like a man for the first time in his life. Susan had said he was a man how. He wanted to show her what a man he could be.
But to go that far may be going over the cliff, Kip thought to himself. That was his fear, that was his great problem. Should he fuck her or should he not fuck her? If he didn't, he Would live in constant pain, thinking about it, wanting it, holding himself back. If he did it, though, what would the result be? Could he ever stop doing it later in his life? What if Susan didn't like it? What if he made her unhappy by disappointing her?
He remembered what she had said. "Just let it happen. Don't question everything." Well, maybe that was the best way, maybe if he stopped thinking so damn much, he might see that things could work out. He knew Susan seemed at peace with it. He hoped he could be.
He stood on the beach, looking up at the fifth floor of the apartment building. It was late afternoon now. He had been walking, thinking, all day long. The bathers were leaving the beach now and the sun had long disappeared behind the row of skyscrapers that dominated Chicago's skyline.
Kip was just going to leave the beach and return to the apartment when he saw the figure of a woman appear on the balcony five floors above the ground. Susan stood there, her long beautiful hair blowing in the wind. She could see the figure of her son leaning against the fence on the other side of Lake Shore Drive. She recognized his tanned, strong body in his tight white swim trunks. She had nearly fainted the first time he had put them on. They concealed nothing.
Kip waved and Susan waved back. Just looking at her, even from such a long distance, Kip felt the desire. His cock automatically swelled and his flesh became tight as he shivered. It happened every time he looked at her. Yes, he said to himself, I'm just going to let it happen.
He left the beach, walking through the underground tunnel under Lake Shore Drive. In front of him were three teenagers in bikinis, who kept turning around and looking at his trunks and giggling. Kip loved it. He imagined he had given them something to go home and masturbate over. He liked people to look at his body. Girls always stared at him on the beach. Guys at school had stared at his huge cock in the showers. Susan had stared at it through his pants the day of his graduation! He had something to show and he loved it.
He entered the building, said hello to the doorman, and got into the elevator. Four other people joined him before the doors shut, and then, after a stop on the second floor, a man got on with two huge boxes. The woman in front of Kip stepped back, so that her ass was pushing against his bulging swim trunks. He knew she was going nuts, having to stand there against him, feeling his growing cock against her chunky ass, and knowing there was nothing she or he could do about it. Kip was almost laughing, he thought the situation was hilarious. The woman was sweating by the time the man with the boxes got out and she was free to pull her backside away from his front side.
Kip got out on the fifth floor, after smiling at the woman, who looked as if she didn't even remember what floor she lived on. He walked down the hall and entered the apartment. The smell of warm, fresh bread permeated the air., "Mom, I'm home!" Kip said, sniffing his way into the kitchen. Three big loaves of bread sat there. He ripped off a piece from one of them and tasted it.
"Connie baked bread," Susan called from her bedroom.
"So I see and taste! It's great!" Kip began to walk down the hall, then went back for another piece of the bread. He hadn't realized he was so hungry.
"I'm in a hurry, honey," Susan said, still in the bedroom. "Going to the concert with the Franklins and my makeup isn't making it!"
Kip stood in the doorway of her room. She sat on her vanity stool, facing the big mirror. She was wearing only a light smock, and her breasts were visible under the sheer material.
"Connie gone?" Kip asked, watching Susan putting on her lashes.
"Yes, you must have just missed each other. She felt bad that she had to leave without seeing your reaction to her bread."
"I love it!" Kip said, taking another bite.
"It is good. She's a tremendous cook. And she likes you a lot," Susan said, interested in his reaction. She knew that Kip probably looked very attractive to a girl of nineteen, and she wanted to know how attractive that same girl of nineteen looked to him.
"She's a nice kid. But she's dingy, you know what I mean? Kinda dumb." Kip smiled.
"She's sweet," Susan mumbled, happy to hear the disinterested tone of her son's reply.
Kip stood watching his mother for a few minutes, then he walked into the room and stopped just feet from her. She looked up into the mirror and saw his serious face.
"Mother, I'm going to have to be terribly honest with you. You see, I desperately want to . . . well, shit.. . this is hard to say . . . "
"Yes," Susan said softly.
"Mother, I want to fuck you."
The room was silent. Susan's heart pounded but she kept cool on the outside. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to pretend she didn't hear it, and yet she wanted to flop onto the bed and spread her legs. She had wanted him to say it for days and now he had to pick a time when she was supposed to be leaving for a concert! Susan turned to the trembling boy. Her eyes were soft and gentle. He relaxed.
"Kip, yes, darling, we will, we will. Not now, not today, but soon. Baby!" She reached out her arms to him. He leaned against her and she hugged him around the waist, pressing her face to his swelling member hiding beneath the white trunks. Without a sound, Susan slipped her smock to her waist. Her beautiful tits stood out proudly from her body. She yanked his trunks down to his knees and took his cock in her hand. It grew as she held it. She watched the head double in size, triple in size, until it seemed it would burst.
Susan knew she would have to hurry. It was selfish, and she knew it, but she had just spent hours on her makeup and didn't want to ruin her lipstick by sucking his cock. But that was a better excuse for doing something she had always thought about doing, but never had. She wanted Kip to come all over her breasts. She rubbed his cock back and forth. Kip moved his legs and the trunks fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and spread his legs. Susan took her hand from his enormous prick and firmly grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pulling his body to hers.
The boy's cock rested firmly between his mother's beautiful breasts, encircled by their warmth. He began to move his loins up and down, rubbing his penis between the huge globes. He felt his balls dragging against her stomach, up and down. They tightened and begged for release. He was ready to come. He was more excited than he had ever been, it had all happened too quickly, he wasn't ready for it. He pushed his cock hard against her body, feeling the nipples stretching at his legs and stomach. Kip screamed and grabbed Susan's shoulders.
Susan held onto his ass, working it up and down. She brought both index fingers together and, pulling his buttocks apart with the rest of each hand, firmly planted them against his hot, tight hole. At that moment the white liquid exploded between her tits. He moved up and the come shot against her neck, then down her tits, dripping onto her hot nipples. Kip moved away and watched the rest of his load pour out. Susan grabbed her breasts and held them high, together, as Kip grabbed his cock and directed the last spurts directly onto the hard, dark nipples. He pushed against her breast so hard that her nipple entered the slit on the end of his cock as the final, desperate drop of semen oozed out.
Kip moved back, hardly able to breathe. Susan looked up at him. "Now be a good boy and go take a shower and have some supper and stop being a temptation!" She smiled and he began to laugh as he picked up his trunks from the floor.
Kip stopped in the doorway, turning profile to his mother, his cock touching the wall. Susan was wiping the come from her breasts. "Mom," Kip said.
"Yes," Susan answered, looking up. "Have a nice evening."
"I will." She blew him a kiss and he disappeared into the bathroom. He felt better now. Relieved. She said he could fuck her, and he would, soon. Very soon.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kip and Susan were sitting in Chicago's Goodman Theatre, watching a boring play unwind. During the first act, Kip thought of nothing but the fact that it had been almost five days since she promised he could fuck her and yet nothing had happened. He imagined her period must have been over, but Susan had said nothing and he was waiting anxiously for her to say "NOW!"
Susan's thought weren't on the play either. Tonight was going to be the night. She had waited until she felt the time was right. She wanted Kip to feel frustrated, wanted his load to. build up inside his balls, wanted him to want her all the more. She was ready now, she couldn't stand it any longer.
During the intermission, they drank Cokes in the lobby. People looked at them, admired them, never guessing they were mother and son. Kip thought that was funny. People would guess they were lovers. They were right! Susan and Kip were lovers, as well as mother and son. When they went back to their seats for the second act, Kit told Susan about the letter he had received from Chris earlier in the day.
"Chris would like to come and visit for a week or so, if it's okay with you," Kip said.
"Of course, that's wonderful. I'd like to get to know him."
Kip didn't tell her that he had written Chris about them in detail, describing what they had done, sharing with his best friend his most intimate thoughts and deep frustrations. He knew Susan would never understand his deep friendship with the boy she had met just briefly. But he knew that if he hadn't told someone, he would have burst! Christ was the only person in the world he could talk to. But Kip kept that fact a secret from his mother.
"When does he want to come?"
"Well, his summer session ends the first week of August. Probably anytime before school begins," Kip answered.
Susan sat thinking for a moment. "Well, I had planned to go to San Francisco about the first of the month, but we can move it up to July. Sure, let's go in a few weeks. That way we'll be back here for your birthday and we can have time to get things ready for your room at college, and entertain Chris as well."
"Great, great," Kip said as the lights of the theatre dimmed.
They sat through the second act only half awake. It was dreadful, worse than the first. The applause at the end was like an alarm clock telling them they were free! They hurried out of the theatre and into the warm evening air blowing off Lake Michigan. They walked, hands joined, to the car, which was parked in the underground parking garage on Michigan Avenue. Inside the car, Susan opened her blouse a bit and breathed deep as Kip turned on the air conditioning. He was about to put the automobile in gear, when his mother's hand touched his face.
"I'm sorry it's been such a terrible evening," Susan said gently.
"It hasn't been all that bad. I had the luck to sit next to the most beautiful woman in the world, didn't I?" Kip smiled as he put the car in gear.
Before he could get the vehicle out of the parking space, Susan had her hand in his pants. He stepped on the brake and looked at her, grinning.
"Just drive, don't worry about me," she said. And he did so. Up the ramp and past the man who collected the money. He couldn't believe his eyes when he looked down into the car to see the smartly dressed woman's hand in the boy's pants.
On Michigan Avenue, Susan had his member out and was moving it up and down as it slowly became hard. She played with it gently, bouncing it back and forth on her fingertips, never looking at it, just feeling it. She looked out the window, at the shops, at the other cars, at the John Hancock Building. No one would ever have guessed what her left hand was doing!
Kip could hardly drive. With each turn of the wheel he could feel his cock rubbing against the steering wheel. The air conditioning was blowing against it and that excited him, for his mother's hand was warm and the difference in the cold wind and warm touches sent shivers up his spine. His balls were cramped inside his pants and hurt. They stopped at a red light. Kip leaned back, took a deep breath, and said, "Wow!" The light turned green and he stepped on the gas.
At the next stop light, Susan withdrew her hand and quickly, almost magically, Kip thought, slid her panties down her legs and off her body, flinging them into the back seat. She lifted her short skirt and spread her legs. Kip had one hand on the steering wheel and one up her juicy cunt when the car moved away from the intersection. He could feel her juices pouring out onto his fingers and onto the leather seat. Her hand grabbed his cock again. Kip knew they would have an accident. He didn't know what he was doing any longer. He stopped suddenly for a green light, then realized it was green, and stepped on the gas just as the light turned red. He didn't even realize it.
"Mom, we gotta stop this or we'll never make it home!" he gasped.
But they didn't stop and they did make it home. Kip guided the car into the huge garage as Susan took her hand away, still silent, and reached over the seat, picked up her panties, and dropped them into her purse. The garage attendant was waiting for them. Susan got out of the car immediately. Kip was having trouble getting his cock back into his pants.
"Hi, Mrs. Stoddard, have a nice evening?"
"No, Carter, we saw a boring play and didn't even go out for coffee after," Susan said smiling, watching out of one eye the scene Kip was creating in the front seat of the automobile. He couldn't get it back in his pants. It was too long, too hard, it wouldn't go down. Kip was sweating and he felt embarrassed. He wanted to cry and he wanted to laugh. It's so absurd, he thought, Mom out there talking to that guy like nothing fazed her and I'm in here with an erection trying to cover it.
"Movies, gotta go to movies nowadays. Plays, they say they're just crap. Just crap." Carter was very adamant in his judgment. "Give me the movies anyday!" Carter said, now looking a Kip. "What's the matter with him?"
"Nothing, just broke his zipper, he said," Susan lied.
Kip heard her. "It's okay, Mother, I got it," he said, getting out of the car. She looked at his crotch. There was a giant bulge starting at the zipper which continued up along the left side of his body, under the pocket. Kip smiled, looked down and turned red.
"Wash and wax? You haven't had a wax in weeks!" Carter stood next to the car as Kip joined his mother, keeping his backside to the man.
"Yes, sure," Susan said as she walked behind Kip.
In the elevator she broke into spasms of laughter. Kip stood there, pretending to feel hurt at first, then he too began to laugh. He held her in his arms, kissing her firmly on the mouth. She brought her tongue to his lips, then inside his mouth, hungry, searching. Kip lifted her skirt and gently but firmly rubbed the mound.
"Tonight, please," he whispered in her ear. "Yes, baby, yes, yes," Susan breathed back at him.
They unlocked their embrace when the doors opened and they quickly walked down the hall, hand in hand, and disappeared into the big apartment.
"Care for a drink?" Susan asked Kip, going to the bar.
"Brandy on the rocks," Kip said, pushing his cock down into his shorts. He sat on the furry couch and kicked off his shoes.
Susan poured brandy into glasses, over ice, and handed one to her son and kept one for herself. She put a few records on the stereo set, then joined him on the couch.
"Would you hate it if I were to talk honestly with you?" Susan asked.
"We always talk honestly," Kip said.
"No, I mean certain words, certain phrases. I guess everyone has something that turns them on, like you mentioned you like pornography. Well I like talking dirty, just a little bit, every now and then." She sipped her drink.
"That's great," Kip said. He wanted to tell her it turned him on too, but he didn't. He just wanted to hear it, to hear her, to hear her talking about his cock and her cunt as they fucked.
"I think your cock is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. It certainly is the biggest!" she said, without blinking an eye.
"I think you're right!" Kip said, laughing. They both laughed and drank some more. They were playing a game now, and neither one of them was going to let the other win.
"I love watching the come spurt out of it," Susan said.
"I go nuts feeling your hot juice pouring over my hand. And touching your cli . . . " he stumbled on the pronunciation.
"Clitoris."
"Yeah, clitoris. I'm dying to touch it with my tongue. And with my cock."
He was getting hard again and he unbuckled his pants and opened his zipper. Susan saw the white of his undershorts. "Take off your pants, leave your shorts on," she commanded. Kip stood up, dropped his pants and pulled them from his legs. Susan reached over and knelt on the floor, pulling his socks off. Kip moved his body to the floor and sat facing her. She stared at the loaded front of his shorts.
"Would you like to fuck me tonight?"
"I'm going to fuck you tonight!"
"In my cunt?"
"Yes!"
"Are you going to fuck me in my ass sometime?"
In her ass! Kip was caught off guard. He hadn't even thought of that! "Yes, sure," he said hesitantly.
"Would you like to see my tits?" Susan asked, opening her blouse all the way.
"Here, let me," Kip said, as she was about to open her bra.. He reached around her, pressing her breasts to his pelvis as he unsnapped her bra. It dropped from her breasts slowly. He touched them with one finger. They tightened. Then he brought his face to the nipple and sucked. He rolled on the floor, her tits above him, sucking like a new-born baby on the enormous nipples.
"Oh, Kip, Kip, darling, bite them a little, please, bite them just a little!"
Kip bit lightly with his teeth.
"That's it, oh darling, bite my tits, make them hurt a little, suck them, suck them!" Susan was growing dizzy. She smashed her body down on his and they rolled around on the soft carpet, Kip's head glued to her hard breasts.
She pulled away. They both lay on their backs next to each other. Kip's arm was touching the coffee table.
"Kip, I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Gently, gently put your huge cock in me and then be my baby and give me everything you've got!"
Kip couldn't stand it anymore. He knelt on the floor next to her and looked down. He undid her skirt and slipped it down and off her body. She was naked now, except for her stockings and garter belt. Kip removed them slowly, gently and sensually touching her beautiful shining hairy cunt. He took his sweater off, drawing it over his head, and then his undershirt. Then he stood up and Susan looked up at him and smiled. "Take them off," she whispered.
Kip pulled his shorts down and let them drop to his feet. Susan looked up to see the enormous thick penis bobbing above her and the massive balls underneath. It came to her, down down, within reach, but she did not touch it. She wanted to feel it only in the hot, wet place that was now begging for it.
Kip took his cock in his hand and rubbed it back and forth above her. She closed her eyes and in a moment felt his face breathing near her lips. She opened her mouth, letting her tongue welcome his tongue in a long, passionate kiss.
Kip moved between her outstretched legs, positioning his body above hers, his cock bobbing just above her waist. He bent his head down and kissed her again. They kept their mouths together for a long time. Susan brought her hands up and ran them down his back, over his ass, down the sides of his hairy legs. Kip took his mouth away from his mother's, drew back slightly while his glazed eyes stared at her naked loveliness beneath him, at the way the tip of his cock touched her stomach.
Susan whispered, "Kip, my darling son, now, please, love me now, put it inside me, I want to feel your cock inside me. Oh, Kip!" She pulled his body down against hers, grasping his shoulders. He flicked his tongue in her ear and rolled his buttocks so that his cock pressed against her and his balls moved over her sweating cunt. She responded by spreading her legs, then bringing them back together, her cunt biting, sucking at his long cock, even at his balls.
"Please, Kip, love me, fuck me!"
Her words pierced the young man's brain and his entire body became inflamed with lust. Panting ecstatically, he lay down even harder against her body, trying to make them one, no longer lover and lover or mother and son, but one, complete, together.
Kip moved to his knees. He suddenly felt a pang of fear somewhere deep within him. This is it, he thought to himself, this is the moment I have both feared and longed for. This was the moment in which he had to live up to his mother's belief that he was now the man of the house, that he was mature, that he was capable of giving his mother the greatest pleasure she had ever known.
Susan's long, beautiful legs were spread wide, exposing to her son's loving gaze the full expanse of her wet, hotly waiting vagina. Her fingers dug into the moist, slick surface of Kip's cock, guiding it toward the waiting opening, using its thick head to part the soft dark pubic curls and the full fleshy lips of her tender, hot pussy. Susan gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her loving son's hard organ against her damp, sensitive flesh, and he moaned in delight as well, watching the tip of his hard penis enter, watching fascinated, as if he were a little boy seeing a movie for the first time! He held his penis with his hand now and, aiding himself with his hips, moved it in slowly. He wanted to delight her. He wanted to prove his deep, unashamed love. He wanted to fuck her like she had never been fucked before.
"Oil, Kip, darling!" Susan held her head in her hands as she felt him pushing into her. She raised her pelvis, aiding him, spreading her legs till she thought they would rip apart.
"Mom, oh, Mom," Kip moaned, almost to the point of crying. He was in ecstasy, in heaven. He knew that he would never be able to describe this moment. It was beyond words.
He pushed forward again, releasing his cock from his guiding hand, bracing himself on both arms now, above her, looking into her beautiful green eyes. The gigantic penis forced its way into the tightly clenched elastic opening. Susan's hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost the full length of his expanded rod in the folds of her hot, warm, wet cunt, sending it racing along the lubricated passage and on into her belly until she felt his heavy sperm-loaded testicles smack solidly against the upturned surface of her soft, satiny buttocks.
He was inside her!-he had his cock inside his mother's body! The thought was the most rapturous Kip had ever known and he was certain now that his wonderful mother loved every inch of his massive prick buried in her warm, wet pussy. He knew now that she loved him deeper and truer than any mother had loved her offspring. He sent his thick shaft another fraction of an inch deeper into her, then he repeated the motion again and again, each time raising moans of delight and joy from the sensually undulating beauty beneath him.
Kip thrust it in all the way! Susan screamed, her whole body jolted. Kip froze, thinking he had hurt her, but then relaxed as he saw the look of peace on her face.
Susan helped him, guided him. Together they began a slow undulating motion. Kip followed her, grinding his cock tightly into his mother's naked loins, expanding the walls of her aching pussy even more, and her own buttocks were rotating insanely on the floor, demanding harder thrusts from her son's strong young body. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes, and her body reacted in kind, chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of his heavy, burgeoning cock burrow in and out of her throbbing channel.
Quickly, Kip increased his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano that was brimming in his balls. Susan raised her widespread cunt up tighter and tighter to him in simultaneous rhythm to his every downward thrust as her passion-contorted face twisted wantonly and lovingly with her need and desire.
Now the desperately aching Kip was slamming into his mother with increasing force, drawing his swollen cock nearly all the way out of the tight, moist sheath clasping it so hungrily, lovingly, then plunging in again until his swollen testicles slapped hard against her tiny, puckered, hot anal opening. The pressure was mounting, mounting in his scrotum and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his climax, of his filling of her witlTtor-rents of rushing, devoted seed while she flooded his plunging cock of love with her own delicious juices.
They kissed again and her fingernails dug into his flesh, into his back and into his ass. He hugged her with all his power as his balls slapped against her ass.
"Oh my God, my God, my baby, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming! " The apartment echoed Susan's shrill words.
"Yes, yes," Kip panted, almost there himself, sweat pouring off his face.
He increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as she writhed wildly beneath him, her juices flowing out of her, over his balls, over her ass, onto the carpet. Her legs twitched and her toes curled. She banged her feet on the floor and thrashed her head from side to side. Kip was on the brink, he could feel her coming, and he fucked, fucked even harder and deeper than before.
Susan threw her legs into the air and Kip locked his arms around the hollows of her knees, pulling her legs up, hard, against her breasts, until her head was framed between them. His balls ricocheted off her tight asshole, which was now opened a bit because of her spread legs. The whole picture was before him, her sweet and wonderful pussy was now higher and wider open to increase the depth of his plunges.
Kip watched his mother's breasts heave and quiver as a result of his pummeling cock, even saw the beautiful nipples expand before his eyes as she tossed her head wildly, her soft brown hair spreading all over the living room floor.
Suddenly Susan screamed again, a loud staccato gasp. Kip felt her pussy walls begin to secrete more gushes of wet, sticky fluid than he thought was possible for a woman. His cock plundered, his balls ached. She was coming, his wonderful mother was coming as a result of his cock buried deep within her! He thrust more urgently now, determined to come with her! He was ready. He felt the sperm ready to explode out of the tip of his cock deep within her. Susan jerked wildly, the tiny bearded mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath hitting him in short, ragged gasps, and then it happened! He was coming inside his mother! His orgasm struck. His body froze for a second!
"Kip! oh, God, God!" Susan shouted, ripping the skin of his back.
Kip held his breath as the hot come spurted from the opening in his cockhead. It flowed endlessly into his mother, deep, deep within her beautiful body, deep within her beautiful cunt. She moaned, feeling the hot poker with its gift of love. It dripped out, down around the end of his cock, mixing with her juices, their pubic hairs twisting together, knotting them forever as lovers, mother and son coming together, being reborn. Kip released Susan's legs and they fell to the floor.
"Darling, don't take it out, please," she pleaded. But she needn't have expressed herself, for Kip wasn't about to do such an absurd thing. He wanted to keep it buried in there forever-he wanted it to grow soft within her-to sleep within her-to grow hard within her-and to come again.
Kip rested his head on Susan's shoulder. He breathed deep and shut his eyes, feeling the cunt still clinging to his wet cock, sucking the last juice from it. Their hearts beat together, and they lay there like that, not moving, not talking, not thinking.
Kip's tremendous cock relaxed and softened while it was still deep within her. Then he slowly pulled it out. Susan caught it in her hand, feeling the wet, spent organ in her palm. Kip rolled over next to her, and they lay there like that for a long time, Susan cupping the boy's penis in her hand.
Later, when they were both falling asleep, Kip lifted Susan into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. He set her on the bed and went back to the living room and turned out the light. Then, instead of going to his room as he had done every night since arriving in Chicago, he went to his mother's room. Susan waited with open arms until he was snug in beside her.
"Good night, Susan," Kip said.
"Good night, Kip."
CHAPTER SIX
Kip fucked his mother just about every night after that. In no time at all he was a master at it, and his mother loved every minute of it. She thought of nothing else, she lived and breathed only to have sex with her son. Susan was happy, content, looking forward to their upcoming trip to San Francisco. Kip had resolved things in his mind, at least on the outside. He didn't think about their particular situation very much, didn't try to analyze it. He did what his mother had taught him to do; he just let it happen.
On the Fourth of July, a strange thing happened. Kip and Susan had gone to Grant Park to watch the fireworks over the lake. They sat on a blanket and kept close to each other, for the grass was damp and the evening breeze was cool. After the fireworks display had ended, Kip and his mother joined the herd of people walking toward their parked cars. Suddenly Susan tripped over a large rock. She felt a shooting pain in her right leg and fell to the ground. Kip felt her go down, heard her muffled cry, and stopped and bent over, trying to pull her up. But the people behind him, moving as if in a stampede, were unable to stop. A man fell next to Susan, another on top of him, and then a woman slipped and hit the ground.
Susan was the only person injured. She couldn't walk. Kip helped her up, but she couldn't stand on her right foot. Tears formed in her eyes as she felt the throbbing pain. She feared it had been broken. Another man helped Kip carry Susan to the nearby street, where a police car rushed her to Henrotin Hospital, on Chicago's Near North Side. Only when a nurse was helping Susan from the car did anyone notice that her leg was bleeding. The bleeding was caused by a gash in her ankle, and though the ankle wasn't broken, she had suffered a bad sprain.
The doctor on duty immediately sutured stitches into the wound and gave Susan medication to ease her pain. "She's going to be fine. Took a few stitches, and I'm going to give her a tetanus shot to play safe. I think perhaps the cut was caused by some sharp metal object, perhaps a beer can near the rock. In any case, I think it best that she remain overnight. She's almost asleep now. I gave her something to help her pain and her regular physician wants to examine her in the morning. He said she hadn't had a check-up in months and now she's trapped!" The doctor laughed and Kip smiled.
"Fine, thank you, Doctor," Kip said, extending his hand.
Kip was allowed to see his mother. She smiled, only half awake, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'll call in the morning," Kip said, on his way out the emergency room door.
He walked to the corner and hailed a cab, which took him back to the parking lot where the Thunderbird was sitting all alone. Kip got into the car and drove home. Minutes after he had parked, he was upstairs in his bed, fast asleep. It was the first night since the love scene on the living room floor that he had slept in his own room.
"Susan? Susan!" Connie called. Kip opened his eyes. He looked at his clock. Ten-thirty. He sat up in bed. "Susan, are you here?"
Kip heard the girl clearly now. He jumped from the bed and walked to his closet. Just as he was about to grab his bathrobe from the hook, Connie opened the door and stuck her head into the room.
"Anybody home?" Her words hardly escaped her lips when she realized she was staring at a naked boy. Her eyes opened wide and she gulped, turning red. Her fingers rose to her lips as she mumbled, "I'm sorry," and vanished into the hall.
Kip found her in the kitchen, trembling. "Hey, Connie, I should have said something. After all, you did give me warning. I'm sorry," Kip said.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean to, I mean, I shouldn't have just walked in like that!"
"You okay?" Kip touched her shoulder.
"Yes," the girl said, relaxing. She was okay, but still shocked at the size of what she had seen between the boy's legs.
"Mom's in the hospital," Kip said, opening the refrigerator. He told her the entire story and then he called Susan. "How are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine, but Dr. Johnston isn't going to let me out of this dump for another two days!"
"Why?"
"Oh, he's been trying to get me to have a complete physical for years now and I guess this is his big chance. I really do need it, I guess." Susan sounded lonely.
"We'll come visit you this afternoon," Kip said.
"We'll?"
"Connie and I. She's here now."
"Oh. Yes, well, make it two or two-thirty."
"Great. And Mom . . . '
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Love you too, darling. 'Bye!"
Kip hung up the phone and returned to his room to get dressed. He left the door open purposely, just to see if Connie would look in. Just as he was slipping into his undershorts, the maid walked by and glanced into the room. Littie cunt, he thought, smiling surreptitiously.
Connie did the wash while Kip strolled on the beach. At two-thirty they visited Susan. She told them she was going to have various tests in the morning and that she dreaded every moment. The conversation was very light and pleasant, and soon it was time to leave. Before Kip left the room, Susan asked that he return that evening, alone.
Driving back to the apartment, Kip wondered what was going through the mind of the girl sitting next to him. She looked at him with interest every now and then, but he wasn't sure if she was attracted to him or if she was sensing something about his relationship with his mother. He thought of the word again, MOTHERFUCKER! He didn't want to be branded with that.
"I envy you," Connie blurted out.
"You do? Why?" Kip asked.
"Because you and your mother are so close. I wish I could be that close to my family," Connie said. She was looking out the window of the car.
Kip gulped hard. "Yes, I guess we are rather close." The words came out slowly. Kip couldn't believe she had said it. Was it ironic? Or was she trying to tell him she knew what had been going on? He suddenly felt a certain paranoid envelopment.
Nothing more was said until they reached the apartment building. Connie jumped from the car, turned and smiled at Kip and waved. "See you tomorrow. Thanks." She turned away.
" 'Bye," Kip said, almost to himself.
Kip returned to the hospital at eight-thirty that evening. He had showered and shaved and put on a new shirt Susan had given him recently. His mother was waiting for him, sitting up in bed.
"Hi," Kip said, sticking his head in the door.
"Come in," Susan said softly. He entered the room, closing the door behind him.
"For you, my beautiful Susan Stoddard!" Kip produced a bouquet of roses from behind his back and handed them to her.
Susan opened her arms and kissed him on the lips. "They're beautiful, just beautiful, thank you," she said, smiling.
Kip found a vase in the cabinet on the other side of the room and filled it with water. Then he placed the roses in the water and set the beautiful red flowers on the stand next to her bed. He sat next to her and took her hand. "How do you feel?" Kip asked.
"Great," Susan said sarcastically. "My ankle still hurts like hell and now they've given me something for those damn tests in the morning and I feel like I'm floating in space."
"You'll love it, all those doctors sticking their hands down there!"
"Up there! And I only want your hand there, not any doctor's!" Susan stared at him.
Kip looked into her dilated eyes as an idea crept into his brain. "How about my tongue?"
"What?" Susan felt excited.
"Does anyone come in here?" Kip asked hurriedly.
"Well, no, unless the nurse . . . "
He didn't even give her time to finish her sentence. Kip pulled back the covers. Susan's hospital gown was bunched around her waist, exposing her pussy to his eager eyes.
"Kip, please darling, the nurse . . . "
Again he didn't give her time to think. His face seemed to dive into the dark spot between her lovely legs. Susan pulled her legs apart to reveal the full moist pinkness of her vaginal slit. Kip began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety growth of pubic hair, tongue extended like a rigid poker as Susan squirmed her body lower and lower on the sheets, pushing against his face. Then Kip's tongue came in contact with the moistly hot little nub, and began to circle it teasingly, lovingly. He spread the lips with his fingers and darted his tongue in and out of the exquisite opening, licking the soft lips with each backward pull.
Susan's hands grasped Kip's hair and pulled as his tongue ran circles around the inside of her vaginal opening. Her buttocks began to swirl madly on the bed from the waves of delicious desire being transmitted inrough her flesh. Don't stop, darling, don't stop, her brain called out. Eat me, Kip baby, suck your mommy's cunt, suck it hard! Don't stop till I come in your mouth!
Susan couldn't care less now if a whole troup of nurses entered the room. She was past caring about anything but the forces of overwhelming love and desire for her son, who was now tongue fucking her on the white hospital bed. Kip opened his mouth as wide as he could, moving his tongue downward along Susan's cunt lips, tasting, licking, biting softly.
Kip moved his tongue down, his eyes rubbing against her mound, his nose in her cunt, and slid the tip of his rigid hot little poker over the tight opening to her anus. Susan moaned. Kip did it again, over and over, licking her asshole as it panted, stretched open, closed up again. Susan thought the world was ending. She writhed and breathed hard as she felt the hot lickings on her anus.
Kip brought his tongue up again, smashing it into the depths of her cunt, in time now, in rhythm. In and out, in and out, in and out. Susan's hands trembled and her thighs quivered wildly as she felt the pinnacle as her climax struck. Her entire being convulsed and her neck muscles stood out like steel bars as the long, hot tongue of the lewdly slaving young man continued to slide hot and hard into her beautiful pussy. "Oh, Oh, Kip!" she whispered as it came all at once.
Kip tasted it, feeling the rush against his lips, lapping up every drop of the delicious fluid. He lifted his head. Susan was in heaven and he smiled. Gently, he pulled the covers back over her body and wiped his face off with a clean, white hospital towel. He sat looking at his beautiful mother while she recovered from the passionate interlude.
Susan turned her head to him. She smiled and reached out her hand and touched his fingertips for a moment, then brought her hand back to the bed. "Roses and that-all in one night? I should get sick more often," Susan said happily-
"My pleasure," Kip said.
"Looks like it," Susan said, pointing to his bulging crotch. Kip laughed.
The door opened and a nurse put her head in. "I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over," she said sternly, disappearing back into the hall.
Kip stood up, ready to leave.
"Honey," Susan said in an understanding tone, taking his hand.
"Yes?" Kip said, wondering what she was going to say.
"Why don't you do something tonight to get rid of that beautiful hard-on?" Susan said softly.
"What?" Kip was ready to protest.
"Find someone, share it with someone, but don't love me any less."
Kip stood for a. long moment. Then he bent down and kissed Susan on the lips and left the room.
Susan lay on the bed for a long time, thinking. She had been very unselfish. But she was willing to bet that whoever or whatever he found, no one would be as good as Mom.
Kip left the hospital and drove home. His erection stayed with him until he was inside the apartment. His mother's words pressed into his brain. He didn't want anyone else, but she had asked him to find someone, and also, eating her beautiful cunt had left him horny and on edge. He went into his room and took his cherished box of pornography from the back of his closet. He leafed through the pages, but the pictures were all familiar. Cocks, cunts, tongues, assholes, in hundreds of arrangements. He was still hard, but he desired a new thrill, something different.
He sat down on the bed, next to the pile of clean clothing Connie had placed there. Connie. Sweet little cunt, Connie. Kip knew he didn't want to fuck her, but maybe she would like doing some other things.. . .
He found her number on his mother's desk. He dialed the phone. Connie's mother answered. It seemed like forever before the girl came to the phone.
"Connie, this is Kip Stoddard."
"Oh, hi."
"Hi. Listen, Mom came home tonight. They called off her tests for tomorrow and she, well, she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. She's still not able to walk on her ankle and I was just going out.. . "
"You want me to come over and stay with her?"
"Yes, could you spend the night?"
"Sure, be happy to. I'm bored here anyway. I'll throw a few things in the car and be right over."
"Great, Mom will be happy," Kip said, rubbing his cock through his pants.
"Tell her I'll be right over. There's no need to wait, I'll let myself in," Connie said.
"That's okay, I'll wait till you get here. See you soon," Kip said, smiling, almost smirking.
" 'Bye " Connie hung up.
Kip set the receiver down. Now that she's coming, what the hell am I going to do with her? Kip felt guilty about using Susan as an excuse, but that seemed the only logical way to get the girl to come over. Hell, he thought, why worry?
Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Kip opened the door to find Connie standing in the hall, a small suitcase in her right hand and a big smile on her face.
"Hi!" she said.
Kip opened the door wide and the girl entered. She looked at him, setting her suitcase on the floor of the living room. He was dressed only in his terry cloth robe.
"I . . . I thought you were going out? "
"Decided to stay in. Sit down. Care for a drink?"
Connie looked at him strangely. She sat on the couch. She said nothing.
"Do you want a drink?" Kip asked again.
"Well, sure, I guess so. Anything. Is Susan sleeping?"
"Yes, I suppose she's sleeping," Kip said, fixing two gin and tonics at the bar.
Connie felt very uncomfortable. She didn't quite know why, but things seemed strange. Kip held a glass in front of her face and she accepted it without looking at him. What amazed her was the fact that he didn't move once she had taken the glass from his hands. He continued to stand there, in front of her, his hairy legs touching hers.
"You look scared," Kip said.
Connie looked up and mustered up a smile. She didn't mean it. Kip moved to another chair and sat, spreading his legs so that the girl could see his bulging shorts.
"I'll sleep here on the couch," Connie said.
"How about my bed?" Kip said.
"Oh, sure, but I don't want to make you sleep on the couch!"
"I'll be in my bed with you."
Connie choked on her drink. Her face flushed and she sank back into the couch. "Are you trying to seduce me with your mother right there in the bedroom? And ill on top of it?" Connie asked in alarm.
"Yup!"
"Well," Connie said defensively. "You really are a sickie, aren't you?"
"Honey, you have no idea," Kip smiled.
The girl started to rise. "I'm sorry, but I've got to get out of here . . . "
"Sit down," Kip commanded.
The girl stood motionless for a moment. Then she obeyed. She had a terrified expression on her face.
"Now look, I'm not going to hurt you. Mom isn't here. She's still in the hospital. I just used that to get you over here."
"You bastard!" She sounded as if she meant it.
"Wait a minute, Connie," Kip maneuvered, somewhat surprised at her outburst. "Look, no one is going to force you into anything you don't want to do. I don't want to fuck you. I just thought we might play some games or something."
"I have no desire to . . . "
"Cut the crap! I saw the way you looked at me when you walked into my room! I saw how you happened to glance back as I was getting into my shorts."
Connie stood up again, setting her drink on the coffee table. She wasn't sure what to do. She knew she should play the shy role and pretend to hate him. But she had desired him for a long time now and his invitation seemed like it was too good to be true. "You're really very vulgar," Connie said.
As if talking back to her, Kip ripped open his robe and pulled his shorts down in the front. His cock jumped up, half hard against his stomach. Connie's eyes bulged out of her head. This was it and she knew it. She had to either walk out of the apartment or stay and join in.
Kip watched the girl as her eyes darted to the door, then came back again to gaze at his naked cock. He knew now that the pretty girl was finding it hard to make the decision, but he was relieved when he saw her starting to unbutton her blouse. "You made the right choice," Kip said, holding his cock in his right hand.
"Maybe." Connie stared at the boy's huge penis as she removed her blouse.
"You like looking at it?" Kip asked.
"Yes," Connie said, dropping her blouse to the floor.
"Wanna touch it?"
"Yes," she whispered, unfastening her skirt.
It fell to the floor to join her blouse.
"Go ahead," Kip said, pulling his hand away. The head of his cock stuck out of his shorts. He spread his legs.
She walked to him and stood in front of him, clad only in her panties. Her breasts were small, little girl-like, unexciting compared with his mother's. She knelt down between his legs and reached out and touched the tip of his penis lightly with her fingertips.
"It won't bite," Kip said.
"It's incredible! God, it's big," Connie said, rubbing the swelling head with her whole hand.
"Take my shorts down," Kip ordered. Connie started to pull on his white undershorts with her hands, but Kip stopped her. "With your teeth," he said firmly. He stood up, above the puzzled girl, waiting, glaring, testing.
After a tense moment, Connie grasped the elastic band of his shorts in her white teeth and pulled them down the length of his cock. The half-hard shaft smacked against her head as it was released from the tight covering. She pulled with her teeth till she had his shorts around his ankles. He stepped out of them and fell back into the chair.
"Play with it," Kip said.
Again, as if mesmerized, she obeyed. She grabbed his cock, rubbed, toyed, caressed, pressed it. Her hands cupped his balls and ran along his thighs. He was still only half hard.
Kip moved his body down in the soft chair so his ass was resting at the edge of the cushion in front of the girl's face. She began to take his cock into her mouth, but he pulled it away.
"No, not that," he said, knowing she could never be as good as his mother. "Here, lick my balls," he ordered, lifting his legs high and wide, dropping them over the sides of the chair.
Connie lapped her wet young tongue over the huge sack between his legs. Kip grabbed his cock in both hands and held it tight. It stiffened. The girl continued licking his balls, hot, wet, over and over. She tried to take them into her mouth but they were too large to fit. She sucked on each one separately, drawing as much of the scrotum into her hot hungry mouth as she could.
Kip's cock was hard now and he began to masturbate himself as he watched the girl's eyes staring at him just above his rolling balls. "Lower," he said, sliding his ass forward.
Connie licked under his balls now, at the hard flesh there, covered with dark heavy hair.
"Lower, lower," Kip whispered breathlessly. All at once he felt the girl's tongue lash out against the tightness of his asshole. She pushed hard and the tip of her pointed tongue entered him, then drew back and attacked again.
Sensations of pleasure and pain rippled through Kip's tanned body. The girl was sucking now, eating his anus as hard as she could, as hungrily as she could, obeying his command, pulling his buttocks farther apart with her hands.
Kip couldn't stand it any longer. He knew he was ready to come, he could feel the liquid swelling in his balls as they bounced on the girl's lapping face. He closed his eyes and tightened the grip on his penis.
"Lick my ass, honey, stick your tongue up it, hard, hard!" Drops of perspiration formed on Kip's forehead as he felt the girl's sharp tongue violating him according to her demands. Then suddenly, without warning, the image of Susan, her body spread naked and open on the hospital bed, struck like lightning in his mind and the cum gushed from the tip of his cock. Kip held his penis tightly, covering the head so his cum could not shoot into the air. Instead, it poured like a waterfall from between his fingers and he watched as the hot river flowed down his hand.
"Lick it, honey, catch it in your mouth, lap it up!" Kip said, wild with excitement. Connie lifted her head from his asshole and gasped as her eyes watched the orgasm rush down his tightly clenched fingers. Immediately she opened her lips and sucked at the gob of cum on his balls, drawing the thick liquid into her mouth. She caught each gush, each drop. She licked at his fingertips, at the swollen tip of his cock between his wet fingers, at his pubic hair, at his thighs. She found every bit of the white cum and lapped it up, cleansing his body like a Sweet little kitten.
Kip fell back into the chair, his legs still spread over soft arms. Connie wiped her face and lay back on the floor, panting. All at once the room seemed to be incredibly silent. Neither of them said a word. Connie couldn't see Kip's face from the floor. She watched his cock as it slowly inched its head down between his legs and came to rest against his balls.
Kip put his head back against the soft chair and relaxed. He almost forgot the girl was there. He was lost in thoughts of his mother, his beautiful Susan. Susan with his cock between her breasts. Susan preparing dinner in tight pants. Susan's breasts protruding from the bubbles in the bathtub. Susan in his arms, sleeping soundly. Susan naked on the hospital bed.
"Did you dig it?"
The voice startled Kip. He had been in another world.
"Well, was it neat?"
Kip lifted his head and dropped his legs to the seat of the chair. He looked down to find the girl sprawled on the floor, one hand, rubbing lightly against her cunt.
"Come on, I know you liked it!" she persisted.
"Yeah, it was okay."
"Sure tasted good. There was enough of it!" The girl smiled out of the corner of her mouth. Her hand completely covered her crotch now, thinking she was teasing him.
"Wanna fuck me?" she said coyly.
"Not particularly."
"What?"
"I told you before I didn't want to fuck you."
"You said you weren't going to, not that you didn't want to."
Kip looked at her with a blank expression on his face. "I don't want to and I'm not going to."
Connie sat up. "So what happens now, wanna play monopoly? You come once and the party's over?"
"Not exactly," Kip said, not really knowing what he meant.
"You afraid you can't come again?" the girl asked in a snotty tone.
"Look baby, I can come more times than you can count." Immediately, Kip was sorry he had said that. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had upset him.
Kip leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs again. He watched as the girl stared at his genitals, touching herself between her legs, as she got onto her knees and took her small breasts in her hands, pressing her pink hard nipples between her fingertips.
Connie was determined to get Kip excited. She was putting on a little show now, rubbing her breasts, licking her lips with her tongue. She could see that he was enjoying it and she wondered if he'd like to see her masturbate.
"I'll bet you'd like to watch," Connie said, winking at him. "Watch what?"
"Watch me do things to myself."
"Sure," Kip said, interested. "I said we'd play games, didn't I? It's your turn." He stretched his body out, placing his left leg up over the side of the chair. His cock lay on his leg and he reached down to take it in his hand.
Connie sat directly in front of him, continuing to play with her breasts. Kip, in turn, was fascinated because they were so unlike his mother's. The girl seemed to be only a half woman, a girl child in his estimation, someone with a great distance to go to become a woman like Susan.
That was the word-WOMAN-and the essence, the quality, of his mother's attraction. Susan Stoddard carried her femininity with style, with class. She was truly a woman.
But Kip found the girl on the floor in front of him to be an interesting playing, a diversion. He touched the head of his cock as he watched the girl massage her breasts. She moved her head down and flicked the ends of her nipples with her long tongue, grasping each breast with both hands. Kip watched the nipples tighten and grow hard. He gripped his cock and felt it beginning to swell.
Connie saw the boy's rising member and smiled, still playing with her rigid breasts.
"Do you fuck a lot?" Kip asked.
"Sometimes."
"Do you masturbate?"
This turn of the conversation excited Connie even more. She had hoped he would ask about it. "Sure," she admitted, "a lot!"
Kip's cock was hard again. The conversation was beginning to excite him also. "How? How do you do it?"
Connie stopped rubbing her tits. "What the fuck do you mean, how do I do it?"
"What do you use? Your fingers?"
"Yeah, mostly," she replied without embarrassment as she continued touching herself, watching the boy as he rubbed his hard cock. "Sometimes I use a pop bottle, or a cucumber. Mom had a Polish sausage in the refrigerator once, no, I think it was a salami.. . "
"A salami?"
"Yes, a salami. You know what a salami looks like, don't you? How long and thick they are? Well, it worked pretty well," she added, flopping back on the floor. She spread her legs and sighed. "Shit."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just frustrated, that's all."
"Masturbate for me. Please."
She didn't answer him vocally, but rather moved her hips in response, raising them off the floor for a second. She put her hands under her buttocks and grabbed the cheeks of her ass. Then she let her hips down and lifted her legs as high as she could, spreading them wide, so both her asshole and her pussy were wide open before his gaze. Very slowly, Connie pulled the cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go then placed the index finger of her right hand against the hard little cleft that guarded the entrance to her anus.
Kip moved forward in the chair, his gaze intent on her fingertip and the throbbing entrance to her bottom. His cock was stiff and he felt a surge of excitement race through his loins as he watched the finger poke tenderly at the opening. He heard the girl moan, almost humming, as she felt the pleasure ride through her body.
Her finger circled the ridge and then pushed hard against it. The opening gave way and her fingernail disappeared into the hot narrow tunnel. Without a sound, Connie slid the length of her finger up into her burning asshole and held it there. Kip watched closely as the cleft opened to admit the finger then locked around it.
Kip moved to the floor, reached up and placed his hand on her pussy, rubbing it softly as the girl moved her finger inside her ass. Then in one fast move, Kip slid his middle finger deep into her cunt. The girl panted and thrashed her hips on the floor, feeling the two fingers inside her body, alternating between the thrust of one and the pull of the other. Kip's finger moved in and out of her moist vaginal opening, but his eyes were intent on the girl's own finger, sliding easily in and out of her asshole.
Suddenly, she stopped and pulled her finger out. Kip didn't stop however, but rather slid another finger into her warm pussy, causing the girl to twist wildly on the carpeted floor. She moved her body in such a way that she turned over and faced the floor, with Kip's hand still within her. Quickly, she pushed up and braced herself on all fours, her cunt and ass open to Kip's view.
"Do what I did," the girl said.
Kip stopped and pulled his fingers out. He almost laughed at the girl's ability to stop in the midst of what seemed like great passion for her and tell him to do something else. He took his hands from her body and moved to kneel directly behind her, between her spread legs. He touched lightly at her asshole with his fingertip. It was hard and very warm, surrounded by soft light hair, a deep pink color. The girl moaned and he pushed the finger harder, afraid he would hurt her. He tried to insert it but it wouldn't go in.
Connie spread her legs as far as they would go. "Wet it," she whispered, and Kip immediately spit onto his fingers and rubbed the liquid against the opening.
Kip stroked the entire length of her ass, down and up, down and up, teasing her, applying more spit to lubricate the entire area. He stroked her white buttocks, teasing her rectum with the tip of his hard finger, lewdly enjoying the moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat.
Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her anal opening, rotating it slowly around inside, drawing greater whimpers of desire from her mouth. Then, at length, Kip thrust his finger all the way in, eliciting a gasp from Connie. He pulled it back out, all the way, and then slid it in again with even more physical thrust, all the while aware of the building ache between his legs.
Kip then took his finger out again and put both hands on the firmly quivering moons, using his thumbs to pull apart the hotly perspiring crevice between them. Wide apart, the glistening mounds opened to reveal the tiny rubbery opening of her brown, puckered little nether ring. He leaned forward so that the hard, fleshy head of his engorged prick rested against the small, now totally defenseless hole, then moved his hips, teasing the hardness along the softly yielding crevice, poising it finally at the small, slightly cringing anal entrance.
"Oh, yes, Kip darling, please, yes, please, put it in there!" The girl urged him on in a voice that sounded strong, dominant, masochistic.
"Fuck my asshole!"
Kip pushed the head against the opening. He thought it would never go in. His head reeled and he suddenly realized the evident pleasure she was anticipating. Shouldn't he save that pleasure for Susan? Wouldn't it be more fun to just tease Connie, just make her beg, and let it go at that?
Kip stopped pushing and pulled his hips back. Quickly, he moved his head to the sweating opening and kissed it hard, poking his tongue at the pulsating cleft.
Then, just as quickly, he leaned back against the chair and sat holding his cock with both hands.
Connie turned around, a look of rage in her eyes. She didn't say anything, just stared at him. Kip smiled at her and then looked down to his penis.
"You're not going to fuck me that way either?"
"No," Kip said, still looking at his crotch.
Connie's eyes filled with resentment. She took a deep breath and said, "Then I'll fuck myself!" She got up and walked into the kitchen and emerged in a minute carrying a carrot.
Kip watched her, fascinated, as she sat on the floor and bit off the pointed tip of the carrot.
"Oh, it's cold," Connie said, touching it to her cunt. She spread her legs and moved the carrot up and down between the lips of her pussy.
"Put it in, all the way," Kip told hem
She did so. In one move, the girl fell back against the floor, moved the orange thing in her hand to her vaginal opening, and thrust it in. She sighed and took her hand away. The carrot stayed in her cunt, with only about an inch protruding from her pubic hairs.
Ki grabbed the carrot with his hand and pulled it out, then pushed it back in again, and continued like that, twisting and turning it while the girl moved her body in pleasure on the floor.
"Oh, wow," Connie moaned. She was loving it. And just as she felt she was nearing a climax, Kip pulled the carrot out of her cunt and took a bite of it.
Connie sat up and watched him chew the vegetable. "You're really something, you know?" she said, shaking her head, liking him and hating him at the same time.
Kip set the rest of the carrot on the coffee table and once again stretched out leaning against the chair. His eyes searched the room and came to rest on the large candle sitting on the dining table, near the sliding balcony doors.
"Can you take that?" Kip asked, pointing to the candle.
"What?"
"That candle. Can you take it?"
"Looks like your cock," Connie said, still hoping Kip would change his mind and fuck her.
"Candle. Not cock." Kip corrected her, which infuriated the girl. Kip got up, took the candle from the table, and set it on the floor between them. It was about nine or ten inches tall and the top was rounded from having been partly burned away.
"You know," Connie said looking at him, "this may be better than your cock!" She stooped and brought her body within inches of the candle. Kip put his head to the floor, close to the candle, eager to watch the large wax member enter her.
She moved her body so the tip of the candle touched the spread lips of her cunt. Kip stretched out his arm and firmly grasped the base of the candle. His eyes looked up into the warm hairy crotch about to plunge itself onto the length of the wax.
Connie easily pushed the candle into her waiting cunt by lowering her body slightly. She pulled the lips of her pussy open with her fingers and guided the massive shaft into the opening.
"My God, that's big!" Connie mumbled, lowering her body still another inch, shaking. The candle was large and the touch of it on her flesh sent a shiver of pain up her spine. She looked at the boy sprawled out before her, looked directly at his huge penis standing up along his tight belly. She closed her eyes, pretending it was his cock entering her.
Kip watched closely as the candle slowly disappeared into the girl. Her cunt seemed to be sucking it in, pulling it up and into her. Kip could see the lips hugging the length of the wax shaft, lubricating it, helping it to enter. Finally she could take no more. Her cunt was almost to the floor and the lips were now touching Kip's hand at the base of the candle.
In a swift movement, Connie fell back on the floor and lay with her legs open in front of Kip.
Kip grabbed the protruding length of candle and eased it out of her cunt. It slid easily, as easily as his cock had slid out of Susan, he thought, and then he pushed it back in, quickly, swiftly, silently aided by her juices.
Connie grasped behind her knees, spreading her legs in the air, lifting her ass from the floor. Kip worked the candle with both hands, pulling it almost completely out of her burning cunt, then thrusting it back in with all his might, hurting her, fucking her with the instrument in his hands. The tip of his cock bobbed against her asshole. Connie felt the hot member hitting her anus each time the candle worked its way deep into her cunt. She wished Kip would put his cock up her ass so she could be fucked in both places at the same time. Her senses seemed to disappear as she began to feel nothing but the sensation of pleasure ripple through her young body.
Kip grabbed the candle in one hand and took hold of his extended prick with the other. As he shoved the instrument in the girl's aching cunt, he pulled at the shaft of his cock, rubbing the swollen head against Connie's puckered anal opening.
"Kip, oh, please, come there, come all over my asshole," she said, her eyes tightly closed. She spread her legs as far as they would go, opening her entire underside to the boy's beating cock. She felt each stroke of Kip's hand along the huge organ as he glided the skin up to the glans and then back down again. She felt herself coming. The sensation was shattering.
"Harder, harder, harder," she screamed, feeling the juices beginning to pour from deep within her. Kip felt his hand suddenly slicken with the warm liquid. It poured from her, dripping down the candle, over Kip's fingers, onto the tip of his cock where it served to lubricate her spread anus.
Kip felt himself ready to come and immediately he stopped, leaving the candle deep within her, moving his penis from her ass, holding back, stopping the explosion of cum about to burst from the tip.
Connie dropped her legs, still panting from her orgasm. "I thought you were going to come on my ass!"
Still feeling the all powerful control of the situation, and still determined to withhold pleasure or detract from the budding relationship with his mother, Kip responded with a firm, "No."
Connie looked disgusted. "Well, that's it," she said, sitting up. "You had your chance. I'm going home." However, she made no move to leave. She sat there, contented, candle in her cunt, looking at him, wanting him to ask her to stay, or, at least, wanting something she did not have.
Kip stared back at her, aware of her desires, doubting her declarations, knowing she wouldn't actually leave. With a further cruelty, he added, "I'm not going to fuck you so you may as well get that out of your mind."
"Let me suck you off then, please," she said, almost in desperation, wrapping her hand around his cock. With her other hand she pulled the length of candle from her cunt, which exited with a slurping, popping sound.
Kip leaned back against the chair, pulling his cock away from her fingers. "You can look at it, but you can't suck it."
"I give great blow jobs, you'll see," Connie said hungrily.
"Look, but don't touch," Kip said, teasing her. He could see how much she wanted his penis, but he was determined to drive her insane with desire, and yet never quite yield to her. This was an experiment to Kip Stoddard, the living out of a fantasy, a game to play to keep from becoming bored.
Connie sat close to him, watching him play with his genitals.
"Was it always that big?" she asked, as if to interest Kip in the situation at hand.
"Yeah, sure, I was born with it like this. I weighed in at eight pounds and my cock weighed seven!" Kip laughed aloud.
Connie giggled in response, then, as if having been encouraged, moved to touch his cock, but he slapped her hand. "Prick!" she blurted.
Kip continued rubbing his balls, stroking his cock, fingering his asshole. He stared at Connie's tits, at the hairy damp mound between her legs, at the candle laying close to them on the carpeting.
Suddenly, Connie jumped up, implanting her lips over the end of his cock, almost biting. Kip yelled and tried to pull her head away, but it seemed as though she was clamped to it. He tried to pull his body away, but she held tight, locking his cock in her throat.
Kip grabbed her hair in a final attempt to pull her away, forcing her to lift her head. His cock finally slipped out of her mouth and he tried to get up, but Connie grabbed him and in a moment they were wrestling on the floor.
Kip fell on top of her, his hard cock hitting her stomach, and she wrapped her arms around his body, trying to kiss him, but Kip kept moving his head to the side, and Connie finally put his ear into her mouth and pressed her wet tongue into it.
Kip rolled over, drawing Connie on top of his body. His cock slipped between her legs and stuck into the air, between her buttocks. Connie reached around and grabbed the tip, rubbing it. She could feel a drop of liquid there and she smoothed it over the bulbous head, sending pangs of pleasure through Kip's body. With her other hand she ripped her fingernails against his back and they rolled onto their sides.
Kip finally pulled his body from hers and brought himself to his knees in order to straddle her torso. He grabbed her wrists and held her hands to the floor, high over her head. His knees were on each side of her breasts and his balls hung between them, lightly touching her soft skin.
He was in a powerful position now and he knew he could take advantage of it. The girl looked up at the huge penis hovering over her lips. She tried to get it to her mouth, but each time she lifted her head, Kip pulled his body up, and his cock jumped away from her.
Then, as if driven by a diabolical force, he slowly brought his big cock to her lips and let it tap her there. Just as she opened her mouth to receive the huge organ, Kip pulled it away. She was begging for it, her tongue swirling around her lips, moans emanating from deep in her throat. She writhed on the floor under him, kicking her legs, but Kip held steady, hurting her wrists, teasing her face. Kip pressed his ass to her breasts and began to slap her face with the length of his penis.
Connie gasped and begged for more, trying each time the whipping cock came in contact with her face to lick it, to taste it, to capture it and pull it into her mouth. But she couldn't. Tears formed in her eyes, tears of frustration more than pain. She wanted to taste it, to suck on it, to feel the load of cum slide down her throat. Her pussy burned between her legs and she wished the candle could be back within her.
Kip released her hands without a word and stood up, directly above her. The girl rubbed her wrists and then took hold of his legs. She couldn't see anything but his long hairy legs and the giant penis towering above her. But she heard his voice.
"Put your hands in your pussy and don't take them out."
Connie reached down and felt herself, opening the lips of her wet cunt. She slid most of her right hand into the vaginal opening and then carefully found her clitoris with the index finger of her left hand.
Kip stood there for a minute until he heard the girl's moans and he knew she was obeying him. He lowered his body again, this time directly over her face, and moved till his anus was directly above her lips. She kissed him there, hard, rubbing him with her tongue. Kip began to masturbate.
Pulling hard at his cock, he moved his body over her face, rubbing his balls over her lips, her cheeks, her neck. Finally he rested his ass on her breasts, lightly, being careful not to hurt her, while he masturbated his swollen cock directly over her face.
Connie's eyes followed each stroke. She rubbed the hard nub of her clitoris as her other fingers twisted and turned deep within her throbbing cunt. She watched the tip of the penis grow purple as Kip's strokes continued above her. Each time he brought his hand to the tip, the little slit opened a bit and finally a large drop appeared at the end. Connie tried to lift her head, to lick the white droplet from the tip of his cock, but Kip grabbed her hair with his left hand and held her to the floor.
Connie watched in agony as the drop thickened and slowly fell from the head of Kip's penis to her waiting lips below. She felt the warm liquid on her lips and she rubbed them together, tasting his cum with her tongue. She wanted more, all of it. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She begged, pleaded, but Kip would not relent. The more she said, the faster he beat on his prick. The more she pleaded, the harder he held her head to the floor.
Suddenly, Kip felt her finger touch his ass. It was wet, hot, having been lubricated deep within her pussy. She probed for a moment and then slid it into him. He screamed in pain and stiffened his entire body. But Connie didn't pull her finger away. Instead, she pushed it even farther into his virgin asshole.
Kip couldn't stand it any longer. The feeling of power overwhelmed him. He was on top of the world and the girl beneath him, the girl begging for his cum, the girl violating his asshole, the girl masturbating herself, was his slave now. She had no choice other than to obey him. He almost stopped breathing as he felt the finger slide up into his anus, the entire finger, tight and hot in the narrow rubbery crevice.
Without warning, he came. It gushed from the tip of his cock, pouring onto the girl's face. Connie had been sure he would slide the huge organ into her mouth when he reached his orgasm, but she had been wrong. Kip wanted her to beg for it as it flowed from his body.
Connie opened her eyes wide to see the first spurt of white cum rush from the boy's cock. It fell to her lips and chin. She could feel the contractions in his asshole as each shot came and she kept her finger stuck deep within him. Then she opened her mouth wide as Kip dropped his prick to her lips.
Kip watched in perverse fascination as his white cum slid down the length of her pink tongue and into her gurgling throat. Finally, it tapered off and stopped. Kip took his hand from his penis and braced himself on the floor. He released Connie's hair from his grip and slid his softening cock into her mouth as the last juice poured from the tip. He felt the girl's finger ease its way from his anus until it violated him no more.
Connie held his buttocks in both hands. Kip stayed in that position, above her, until he stopped panting and his breathing became normal again. His cock softened in the warm mouth. Finally, Kip moved from his position above Connie and fell to the floor, next to her.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, honestly hoping the girl would not hate him. He liked her and wanted to remain her friend.
"I loved every minute of it," Connie said. She paused a moment, thinking. "I didn't tell you, but I have a steady boyfriend. All he likes to do is fuck. He won't even let me suck him very often, even though I'm good at it. It was fun doing something different."
Kip was glad to hear that.
There was a prolonged silence in the room. Finally, Connie said, "Pssst!"
Kip lifted his head from the floor. "Huh?"
"We'd better get some sleep. I've got work to do in the morning and your mother will be coming home."
"Yeah, let's get to bed," Kip said, getting up. He told Connie to sleep in his bed, and carried her suitcases to the room for her. He wished her pleasant dreams, closed the door, and walked down the hall to his mother's room.
Once nestled in the big soft familiar bed, Kip lay there with his eyes open. Your mother will be coming home. Your mother will be coming home. The words soothed him, lulled him, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan entered the apartment, looked around and smiled, then sat down on the comfortable couch. Kip followed her into the room, set down her small suitcase and the vase of roses from her hospital room, and joined her on the couch.
"It's good to be home," Susan said, taking his hand.
"It's good to have you home," Kip answered, squeezing her hand. "Care for something to drink?"
"How about lemonade?" Susan asked. "Pink lemonade? I think that's all we have."
"Wonderful."
Kip went into the kitchen and poured two tall glasses of cold pink lemonade. While he was gone, Susan opened the buttons on her blouse and kicked off her shoes. She curled her legs up under her on the soft cushions, waiting for her handsome son to join her.
"One pink lemonade for the lady," Kip said, handing her the drink.
"Thank you, sir," Susan added, smiling as she took the drink from his hand. "Now, won't you join me?"
"Delighted." Kip sat down next to her, took a sip of his drink, and set it on the coffee table.
"I missed you, darling," Susan said, setting her glass next to his.
"I missed you too, Mother, more than you may realize." Kip put his arm around her shoulders.
"No, I think I do realize," Susan said, bringing her soft lips close to his.
"I love you," Kip whispered, looking directly into her deep green eyes.
"Ummmm . . . " Susan's lip's parted and touched Kip's chin. Her tongue slid up over his lips, brushing the underside of his nose, feeling the roughness of his close-shaven young beard. Finally, her tongue fell into his mouth and he sucked on it gently as their lips met in a long kiss.
Kip's hands found his mother's breasts and lifted them from her blouse. He touched her nipples gently, running his fingertips over the hard points, wanting her, desiring her on this early summer morning.
Susan touched his inner thigh and pressed against his leg until she felt the hardness of his cock pushing against her hand as Kip's penis crept along inside his jeans. Susan was breathing heavily now. She wanted his penis inside her. "Kip," Susan whispered, pulling her face from his. "Darling, now, please.. . "
"Yes, yes," Kip said, standing up. He held his arm to her and she took it and pulled herself up. They stood there for a moment, embracing. Susan could feel the erection in his pants pressing against her pubic region and her whole body seemed to melt in anticipation.
Without a word, Kip lifted his mother into his arms and carried her down the hall, into her bedroom. He set her on the bed and looked down at her beautiful face for a moment. Then, quickly, he closed and locked the door and began to remove his clothing. Susan awaited him with open arms.
Connie had not heard Kip and Susan enter the apartment. She had been doing the wash in the laundry room and suddenly realized she needed more soap powder from the cabinet at the end of the hall, near Susan's bedroom door. As she walked past the closed door, she thought she heard sounds. She stopped and listened. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. What was happening behind the door was unmistakable. Kip and Susan were fucking.
Connie stood there for a moment, thinking about it. Actually, she wasn't surprised at all. She had guessed that something had been going on between the two of them, and the idea of it had always excited her. It was just the realization of the situation that had caught her off-guard.
She knelt down on the floor and tried to see into the room through the keyhole, but it was plugged. She could only hear their panting voices, their hard breathing, the squeaking of the bed. Immediately she placed her hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through her jeans.
Then she heard it and almost fainted. Kip's voice was crystal clear, even through the door. "Mother, I'm coming, I'm coming in your beautiful cunt!" Connie felt wet between her legs. She would have given anything to have watched the scene in the bedroom.
For days, Connie remembered those shouts. She couldn't get the picture of Susan and her son together out of her head. She almost mentioned it to Kip on several different occasions, but lost her nerve. Then, one afternoon a few days before the San Francisco vacation was supposed to begin, while sitting in the kitchen with Susan, Connie remarked that she hadn't seen Kip all day.
"He went to the beach," Susan said, pouring lemonade for both of them. "He sure is getting tan," Connie said. "Yes, he is. He's a beautiful boy, isn't he."
"Sure is."
"Weren't you amazed at the size of his cock?"
Connie almost spit the drink from her mouth. She turned several shades of red as she looked at Susan in amazement. She thought perhaps she had heard incorrectly or had been dreaming what the woman had just said.
"Well, weren't you? I was, the first time I saw it," Susan said, not blinking an eye. "Actually I'm still amazed."
Connie gulped. "I didn't know . . . I mean, I thought you would never know about that.. . "
"Kip tells me everything. We have no secrets."
Connie took a long drink of her lemonade, trying to calm herself, still not able to answer.
"Actually, I'm to blame for that evening. I told him to do it," Susan said.
"Do what? What evening?" Connie managed to ask.
"Connie, have you forgotten that night I spent in the hospital?" Susan looked into the girl's eyes. Connie gave up. She nodded in response.
"Well," Susan said relieved, "not exactly. But I did tell him to go out and find someone. I thought he'd call you."
Connie suddenly felt her remaining reserve and reluctance to discuss such a subject dissolve. She decided to answer as best she could, and as honestly. She slouched in her chair and said, "It was a weird evening."
"But you loved it. Right?"
"Well, yes. I suppose so."
"Kip loved your finger up his ass. It's the first time anyone did that to him."
Again, Connie almost strangled on her lemonade. Then, in a further collapse of resolve, she mustered up a smile. Admittedly, she was shocked, for the first time in her life. She and Susan had been friends for some time now, but never in their close relationship had they ever discussed sex. She was amazed at the woman's honesty. She felt that, at the very least, she had to be honest too.
"I'd give anything to be in your position," Connie said.
"How do you mean?"
"Beautiful, rich, having Kip," Connie said softly.
"Well, I'm not sure . . . " Susan stopped abruptly. She looked into the girl's eyes. "You know, don't you?"
"Yes."
Susan got up from the table and walked out onto the balcony. The beach below was filled with hundreds of bathers. Connie joined her.
"When did you figure it out?"
Connie told her about the incident in the hall the day she had returned from the hospital, but she also told Susan she had guessed it before that.
"You must think I'm a very sick woman," Susan said, not looking at the girl.
"On the contrary, I envy you. And admire you. I mean, what other mother would ever have the guts to go through with it? Who could accept it? I think it's pretty fantastic."
Susan turned to the girl, smiling. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"Yes."
Susan turned away again, looking down to the beautiful blue lake. "I love Kip more than anything in the world."
"I think he loves you just as much," Connie said, placing her hand on Susan's shoulder.
Susan turned to her and hugged her. "Connie, I know he does! And it makes me so very happy!"
They joined hands and walked back into the apartment. They didn't know, however, that they were being watched.
Down on the beach, Kip had seen the whole thing-his mother's entrance onto the balcony -Connie joining her. He had watched them talking to each other, their subsequent hugging, and then their disappearance inside. Crazy ideas had leaped immediately through his mind-he had surmised limitless concepts of woman-woman sex almost instantly-as if his mind was programmed for just such a thing. In his mind he pictured Connie sucking at his mother's cunt. His cock began to get hard as he wondered exactly what was happening in the apartment. Hardly able to control himself, he picked up his towel and started home.
Kip entered the apartment to find Susan and Connie sitting in the living room, drinking lemonade, talking and laughing.
"Hi, dear, sun get to be too much for you?" Susan said, welcoming her son.
"No, just thought I'd see what you were doing. I was bored down there." Kip looked at them strangely for a moment, then walked through the living room, into the hall, and disappeared into the bathroom. Inside, he slipped his trunks off and wrapped a towel around his middle and then walked to the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator.
Again, Susan satisfied her curious need to say shocking things without notice. She followed Kip into the kitchen and boldly announced, "Connie's dying to watch us fuck."
Kip stood rigid, looking out the window. He knew he had heard her wrong. "What did you say?" he asked, turning around to face her.
"Connie wants to watch us fuck. We've been having a long talk and I've been telling her about us. She knew anyway. Actually, it's very good; this way we don't have to hide our emotions."
"Jesus!" Kip said, slipping into the same chair he had sat in the night Connie had -licked his ass. He was shocked that his mother could sit there talking about their relationship in such a calm tone of voice. Now he wished he had told her about things he'd written Chris. She probably would understand anything!
"Well," Kip smiled, "when's the performance?"
"That's your decision," Susan said walking back into the living room, "I'm ready anytime."
Kip followed her. He made his decision immediately.
"Well?" Susan asked, turning back to him.
"Now," Kip said. Connie smiled.
Susan opened her blouse and took it off, exposing her bare breasts to their view. Then, without a word, she unzipped her pants and dropped them to the floor, where they made a pile near her feet. She then took off her panties and stood naked in the center of the room.
Susan, seemingly oblivious of Connie, walked to Kip and opened the towel around his waist. She fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, moving it around with her tongue, knowing he would be stiff in moments.
At this point, Connie, no longer able to contain herself, began to strip, tossing her clothing about on the floor. She kept her eyes on the woman's beautiful head bobbing between the boy's legs.
Soon Kip was hard in his mother's mouth and he watched as Connie came near them, her eyes wide, watching their every move. She moved in close to see Susan's lips slide up and down the thick shaft of her son's cock, while he ran his hands through his mother's hair.
Susan let the penis slide from her lips, simultaneously bringing her hands to the rigid, wet member, rubbing it, playing with it, very close now to Connie's face. As Connie moved in closer, Kip began playing with her hair, and then Susan brought her hand to the girl's thighs and lightly rubbed her pubic hair. Connie thought she would faint.
Instinctively, at the right moment, Susan and Kip got up and moved to the floor, pushing the coffee table close to the couch in order to give them more room. Kip sat down and his mother knelt before him.
"My cunt is on fire, Kip darling. The only thing that will put out that fire is your big hard cock. I want you to fuck me with Connie watching." She reached down and touched his throbbing cock.
Her words and her touch on his penis caused a convulsive reaction in Kip, as if an electrical shock had pierced his entire body. He saw the young girl kneeling near them, her hands between her legs, a look of sexual anticipation on her face. The thought of having someone watch him fuck his mother filled him with incredible excitement. He had secretly hoped that Chris would want to watch and somehow, whether Susan knew it or not, he was determined to have Chris watch them, not so much for Chris' excitement as for his own. But now a similar situation was actually happening, unexpected and unplanned, on the floor of the living room on a bright afternoon.
Susan stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her beautiful breasts pressed against his arm and her lips found his chin and traced a pattern upward along his cheek and then over in a search for his mouth. Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already swollen prick.
Connie almost didn't believe what she was witnessing! A mother kissing her own son on the mouth! A mother stroking her own son's cock! A mother who was going to be fucked by her own son! She rubbed her burning, sensitive clitoris with one hand, while the other played with her breasts.
"You want to fuck me, Kip?" Susan whispered, just loud enough for Connie to hear, keenly aware the girl had never dreamed Susan could say such things.
"Yes, Mother, yes," Kip said, rolling his eyes.
"In the ass . . . how about in the ass? You'd like to stick it up my ass, wouldn't you?"
"My God!" Connie said, mostly to herself.
Kip opened his eyes. His mother was serious. It was something they hadn't done, something Kip had wanted to do but had never had the nerve to suggest. Now he didn't need the nerve, didn't have to worry. She was asking for it.
"You want to fuck me in the ass, don't you, my dear little baby?" Susan panted, grasping his cock.
"Yes, yes, I do!" Connie said, as if she was speaking for Kip.
"Yes, Susan, yes," Kip whispered, throwing his head back.
Susan, He had called her Susan. He called his own mother by her first name. Connie's mouth opened.
"Then do it," Susan commanded, moving away from him.
Captivated by the spell of what was about to happen to his mother, while another girl watched, Kip's mind reeled even as he obeyed. "God, you're beautiful, you're just beautiful," he said to his mother, who was laying beneath him on the soft carpet, on her back.
Kip looked to Connie, who was just a few feet from them both. The girl had her hands buried deep within her thighs. She smiled and Kip winked at her. The tanned boy looked down at his mother's ripe, large, globular breasts, pinnacled upon her chest, shining with sweat, the nipples pointing into the air. The naked splendor of her firm, finely proportioned legs, the dark triangle of her pubic mound hiding the pink, swollen petals of her cunt lips below, further increased his aching desire.
Kip stepped forward with a low moan and pulled-Susan up and into his arms. His mouth covered hers, his tongue sawing wildly between her opened lips as if it was his cock sawing into her soft, womanly cunt. One hand cupped her left breast, squeezing the firm, resilient flesh, thumb rolling maddeningly across the round, distended perfection of its peak. His other hand slipped down between them, middle finger extended, and parted the sensitive lips of her churning pussy, slipping the finger into the softly pulsating wetness and eliciting a low moan of approval from Susan's throat.
Kip suddenly felt another hand touch his. Connie had moved near them and brought her hand to Susan's crotch. Kip, finally understanding the girl's need, removed his finger and Connie's took its place, driving deep within the folds of Susan's heated pussy. Kip brought his hand up Susan's back, lightly stroking her shoulders, playing with her long brown hair. They kissed lovingly, holding each other tight. She felt his distended cock against her stomach.
Connie drove her finger as deep inside Susan's pussy as she could. She brought her other hand to Kip's ass and moved her middle finger between the crack, pressing through the black hairs until it rested against his hard anal opening.
Connie's hand, caressing and exciting both their bodies, drove Susan and Kip into a tornado of passion. Kip's head moved down and he dropped his mouth over one nipple and began to suck like a child at the hotly throbbing tip. Susan's entire body was enveloped in searing flame, and she began to undulate her hips wildly against Connie's probing finger sliding up and down her hot, secreting cuntal furrow.
Kip's balls ached maddeningly as he felt Connie's hand slide between his legs and grasp them from behind. As his lips sucked at his mother's breast, his finger still traced fevered patterns along the small of her back.
Susan reached down and grasped his cock in her hand, moaning softly at the pleasure she felt surging through her at the contact of his hardened penis, and at the same time, Connie held tight to his sweating balls. She let her head touch his leg and she lightly licked at his knee with her soft tongue. Kip shivered.
Susan drew the wet, slick head of his cock teasingly across her belly, leaving a sticky trail of premature semen in its wake, pressing the hard knob into the indentation of her belly button, then sliding it lower so that it traced a path through the soft, thick strands of her pubic hair, until it touched against Connie's hand.
Kip sighed at the deliciously tickling contact of the softly teasing curls of his mother's mound and the girl's wet hand against the swollen head of his cock, He felt his legs giving away as the girl licked at his knee.
"Mother, I can't stand up any longer," he said, bracing his body against hers. Connie withdrew her hand from Susan's cunt and guided Kip's penis between the woman's standing legs. Immediately the girl moved behind Susan and knelt.
On her knees, Connie pulled Kip's penis with one hand and pushed the woman's buttocks apart with the other, so his cock looked as if it was protruding from Susan's ass. The tip was purple and Connie thought it would burst at any moment. Connie took it into her mouth, plastering her face against Susan's curved smooth ass, her nose digging between the cheeks. She sucked at the end of his penis, running her tongue around the glans.
"Oh, my God," Kip breathed, holding onto his mother. He shoved his body against Susan's as far as he could, pushing the end of his cock deep into Connie's mouth, the shaft of it firmly against the lips of. his mother's cunt. Susan opened her mouth and bit his shoulder lightly. Kip knew he had to pull away or he would come immediately.
He moved back. His cock fell from the girl's mouth and he dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of his mother. Immediately, he plastered his face to the folds of his mother's cunt, driving his tongue deep within it. His chin bumped Connie, who was now sucking hard against Susan's anal opening, lubricating it for the massive cock that would soon be plunging in and out of its deep well. Susan spread her legs, her body wracked by the pleasure the working tongues were giving her. She couldn't stand it any longer. She too fell to the floor.
"Fuck me, Kip, now," she said, looking into his eyes.
"Yes, please, now," Connie added, holding Kip's cock with her fingertips.
The words of the two females probed at Kip's young brain like a hot branding iron. He moaned in anticipation, then dragged the voluptuous, lust-crazed woman onto the rug, his cock leaping like a wild thing at the thought of what she wanted him to do. Susan rolled over and got up on all fours, urging him behind her with her salacious words of encouragement. Connie watched, breathless.
Breathing raggedly with inflamed passion, Kip crawled up on his hands and knees, drawing Susan up to him, turning her so that the full splendor of her firmly rounded buttocks were presented up to his obscenely peering eyes. His hard, thick cock with its lubricated head almost touched the tiny, rhythmically working lips of the woman's anus, as he began to greedily stroke her soft white buttocks, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying the moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat.
Susan spread her legs as far as they would go. Kip moved into position, his cock head tapping at the ridge of her asshole. Connie fell back against the floor, her head between Kip's legs. She looked up. The tip of his cock against his mother's anal entrance was directly above her. She could watch everything from this position, watch the huge cock enter and violate, while still being free to manipulate herself.
Kip needed no further encouragement. His lust-filled eyes glazed over, then with a brutal forward lunge he forced the lust-hardened head through the tiny, momentarily resisting mouth and bored his thick, rigid member into her asshole till the lips of her anus closed around the magnificent head of his cock. Connie watched from beneath.
In one long, steady movement, Kip bored his cock far up into her tight, eager anal passage, tearing it through the rubbery channel to bury it almost to the hilt.
"Oh, my Jesus," Connie said, watching the cock disappear into the beautiful woman's ass. She reached up and brushed Kip's balls and then felt the hot hard point where the cock entered the woman, felt the rigid, tightly clenched flesh surrounding the huge thick cock. She fingered Kip's cock, the bit that wasn't in his mother, then brought her hand up to caress Susan's gaping cunt.
"Kip, fuck me, fuck me hard in the ass!" Susan moaned, feeling the girl's fingers playing with her cunt lips, as they approached her clitoris.
Kip clutched hard at the passionate woman's squirming hips, flexing again as he lunged still further into the depths of her rectum, further into the warm and forbidden asshole of his own mother.
The pressure pushed Susan forward, and Kip reached up under her heaving body to cup her swinging breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers as he pushed forward with long, brutal strokes of his cock, the rubber walls of her anus expanding before his invading rod. Finally, as Connie's hand held tight to his hanging balls, he buried every last inch of his massive cock into her warmly constricting rectal channel.
"Oh, baby, baby," Susan cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was floating on a cloud of both pain and pleasure now, aware of nothing but feeling, emotion, being. She wasn't thinking, she wasn't questioning, she wasn't analyzing. Her heart ruled her body now, not her mind.
"Fuck me hard, Kip, hard," she moaned masochistically.
Kip' responded hard-hard into her gyrating buttocks in response to her plea, a triumphant smile on his young and masculine face, spearing his cock deep into his mother's anus, his hands squeezing her breasts as if they were molding clay between his fingers, his loins smacking against her upturned cheeks. His balls hammered hard against her wetly secreting pussy below, while Connie's hands continued to roam and experiment.
Susan's lovely, smooth buttocks were a blur of motion, circling, twisting, slamming backward against his pistoning cock as she reveled in the alien presence of his shaft in her anus. Crazily, she buffeted back against the superbly expanded cock sunk hard and hot in her rectum, sweat rolling in thin trickling rivulets over her voluptuous body, down from the crevice between her straining hips to mingle with the juices of her passion so that her son's testicles slapped with a sharp, wet noise each time, like the cracking of a whip. The tingling heat of her cunt became too much for her to bear and she moved her left hand down under her, along her heaving belly and across her testicle-flattened pubic mound to the trembling bud of her clitoris.
Connie's eyes saw everything, the lunges, the swollen cock-which was visible, then gone, then visible again. She watched intently as Susan now fingered her own clitoris, and opened her lips in desire. She saw the testicles in the scrotum banging furiously against the woman's cunt.
Susan rubbed her forefinger faster and faster over the tiny quivering nub, feeling the spiraling heat of her climax, which now approached at a rapid pace. New waves of heat burned through her flesh. With increasing speed, she fingered her swollen clit, with increasing speed her hips churned against the moaning, panting boy fucking her from behind, with increasing speed the beautiful climax approached.
Connie's head rested on the floor directly beneath Susan's open cunt, directly under the balls that were slapping against Susan's pubic mound. Connie's shoulders rubbed against Susan's knees, and her arms pressed against Kip's knees, as he knelt directly behind his mother.
Connie heard Susan scream and she knew the woman was coming. She lifted her head and pushed her face up into the woman's cunt, covering Susan's own fingers, burrowing her tongue into the older woman's vaginal opening. Then she tasted it. She felt the sweet juice rush from the woman and her lips and tongue lapped it up. Kip's testicles banged against her chin now as she glued her mouth to Susan's cunt.
Connie, spent, dropped her head to the floor. She heard another moan, a long low sound from Kip, and she saw his balls tighten and then convulse as he pushed his cock into his mother's asshole at a feverish pace.
"Mother, I'm coming!" Kip squealed, like a little boy. He jerked and lunged and pulled back and Susan felt a shot of hot cum in her stomach. She pushed her ass against him as hard as she could just as the spasms began. He came in long, enormous spurts, and he could feel each one leave his cock, bursting from the tip, running down the length of it, dripping along his balls, falling to Connie's face. She caught every bit of it. The cum poured from the violated anal opening and swam down Kip's throbbing balls, and Connie licked every drop.
Connie's fingers, rubbing her hardened clit and plunging into her young cunt, suddenly felt wet as she thrust her head up to lick the white liquid off Kip's balls.
Seconds later, Kip pulled away and his cock slipped out of the dripping hole. The final spurt of his semen fell from Susan's throbbing opening onto Connie's waiting lips.
Kip looked down to see the girl's open mouth, wet with his cum. He no longer felt reluctant about having her suck his cock, and he let it fall into her mouth where her lips grabbed it with gentle sucking movements. Connie was amazed at how hot and wet it felt. She sucked it till it softened as Susan turned around to embrace her son.
Susan's ass hurt. Kip's cock hurt. But it had been worth it for both of them. It had been one of the best experiences of their lives.
Kip held his penis in his hand as he leaned back against the soft chair to rest. He had been on his knees for so long he now had no feeling in his legs.
Connie, likewise, was almost overcome with a combination of pleasure and a sense of unreality. What she had witnessed was something she never before could have imagined. But, all things considered, it had been a valuable, eye-opening experience, and a source of vast enjoyment for her. She now felt a great contentment in both her body and mind.
"Well, Kip," Susan said a few minutes later, "I'll bet you didn't know this was really an educational experience."
"What?"
"You just experienced the essence of liberated women!" They all laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"How's the lobster?" Susan asked. "Great! How about your abalone."
"Delicious."
Susan and Kip sat in a little restaurant in Sausalito, just across the bay from San Francisco. They were enjoying this meal much the same as they had enjoyed everything they had seen and done in the five days they had been in California.
Kip loved the city on sight. Chris had been right, it was unlike any other city in America. European. Cosmopolitan. Unique. Kip was fascinated with the hills, the houses all built over garages, and especially with the price the inhabitants obviously felt for their city. He and his mother hadn't met a single San Franciscan who didn't adore their town.
They had spent five days sightseeing, roaming, roving and ruminating from the Golden
Gate Bridge to porno flicks on Broadway. Every minute had sped onto the next and time had become, if anything, too fleet.
One of the true thrills for them was the chance to ride B.A.R.T., the Bay Area Rapid Transit, said to be the most efficient and modern subway system in the world. Kip and Susan felt like they were entering a carnival ride when they bought their tickets from a machine which accepted their money, gave them a punched card with their destination on it and issued change, all within seconds. The ride was amazing, the car plush, carpeted, silent. In short moments they had gone from Market Street in downtown San Francisco, to the center of Oakland.
Now, this afternoon, they were eating in a small, homey restaurant in Sausalito. They had been in Sausalito just a few hours during their second day in California and had been immediately taken by the enchanting village. On this day they had returned from San Francisco to spend an entire day in the city and after shopping and walking through the many quaint shops and stores, they were tired and hungry.
Kip couldn't help but notice the couple sitting at the table adjacent to theirs. The man seemed to be in his early thirties, had extremely long hair complimented with a beard and moustache, appeared very intelligent, and was dressed in rich taste. The woman with him couldn't have been over twenty-five, Kip thought, and also boasted an affluent look. She had bright, sandy blonde hair and a pretty, smiling face.
Susan noticed them also, not so much by how they looked, but more because she felt they were watching her. As they finished their meal, Kip and Susan whispered about them. "I get the feeling they want to talk to us," Susan said.
"Yes. Me too . . . " Kip replied simultaneously.
A moment later, when the waiter brought them two mugs of coffee, Kip searched for the cream, and discovered there was none on the table. The man next to him, noticing this, offered the pitcher from his table.
"Here, take purs, we're done with it," he offered, in a low, pleasing voice.
"Thank you," Kip said, smiling. It was the perfect opportunity, Kip recognized, to pursue a conversation, although he wasn't quite sure why he wanted to. "They sure have delicious food here," he added.
"Yes, they do," the stranger responded cheerfully, "You from out of town?"
"Yes," Kip said, "Chicago."
"Just about everyone in this city is from somewhere else," the woman sitting next to the man put in, "Seems no one lives here but us."
"Oh, forgive me," the bearded man said, turning his chair toward their table. "I'm Brad and this is my wife, Cali."
"What a beautiful name," Kip said. "I'm Kip and this is Susan." He didn't add that she was his mother. He liked people to think they were lovers.
Cali smiled at Susan. "You have beautiful hair," she said, almost sensually.
"Thank you," Susan said softly.
"In fact," Brad said, matching Susan's tone, "I was just telling Cali how attractive I think you both are." There was a gentle sexuality in his tone. Kip and Susan felt something interesting was going to happen.
They talked for almost an hour, while the waiter endlessly filled their mugs. By the time the group left the restaurant, they felt they had known each other for years.
Brad and Cali had invited Susan and Kip to their house for drinks, a peculiar familiarity on such short notice, Susan felt. But she, like Kip, had guessed of a certain unexplainable magnetism that was inescapable. She and Kip had agreed at once in-almost-a single voice.
They piled into Brad's car and in minutes, after crawling up the winding hillside, they arrived at the redwood house jutting out over the city. It was almost dusk and the view over the bay was sparkling. Kip and Susan loved the house-a kind of cabin with a view-and felt very warm and comfortable with their new friends.
The situation, from the beginning, was very sexual. They didn't pry into each other's private lives, didn't ask questions about work or money or matters of importance to most people. Instead, they talked about sex, about love, and about freedom-freedom of choice. After a few drinks, they were all in a happy mood, and everything that transpired from this point on, all happened naturally, calmly.
Susan opened her blouse and exposed her breasts, which somehow seemed an acceptable thing to do, under the circumstances, and then Cali bent over and kissed her nipples, caressing them with her tongue, an act which also seemed natural and proper.
Watching the lovely girl take his mother's nipples in her mouth excited Kip, and he pulled his pants to his knees. Cali and Brad looked at him in astonishment.
"My Lord," Cali half whispered.
"Fantastic," Brad said, dropping his own pants to reveal a strong cock, not quite as long as Kip's, but just as thick.
Susan reached out and took Brad's penis in her hand, rubbing it as it began to harden and stand out from his body. Again, no one was surprised when she rearranged herself, bent her head to his waiting crotch, and then licked with a slithery tongue, at the same time bringing a hand up to hold his balls.
Cali, apparently aroused past control by what she had witnessed, jumped up and stripped completely, her legs spread wide apart. Kip couldn't help but stare at her cunt. It was covered with blonde, silken hairs, unlike any he had seen in pictures anywhere. Also aroused to a peak, he reached out and touched her cunt with his index finger, running his fingernail along the soft folds. Reflexively, his cock stiffened to its full length between his legs and in one fast movement, Cali sat on it fully, sliding down upon the whole of his magnificent tool, encasing it completely within the moist confines of her warm pussy.
Cali began her stroking as Susan and Brad watched. Kip sat there, holding onto the chair, as she pistoned up and down, sinking his long penis into her body, pulling away from it again, then lowering herself onto the long shaft in a silent movement. Kip closed his eyes, feeling the dark wet passage of the pussy tear at the end of his cock. He moaned and grabbed her torso, pulling her to his chest, seemingly content to have her simply sit on it a moment.
Finally, Susan, who had been temporarily entranced by the spectacle, returned to Brad's cock, which she now took into her mouth, nibbling gently at the glans, at the skin just under it. He pushed it deep into her mouth and then pulled it out again, all the way out so as to free her mouth, and then bent his head down to kiss her hard on the lips, allowing his heavy beard to tickle her chin. Susan wrapped her arms around him and together they rolled onto the floor, where they pulled each other's remaining clothing off.
Kip, meanwhile, was holding the motionless girl" to his body, his cock fully buried within her. They both looked to the floor to see Susan and Brad pulling each other's clothes off.
Susan and Brad, once naked, rolled around, touching, exploring, kissing. Brad pulled Susan's legs apart and immediately his expert finger found her throbbing clitoris and rubbed it teasingly.
Cali got up, pulling her body off Kip's extended cock, taking his hand as she did, pulling him up. Then she knelt down and pulled his pants off his legs and threw them over the back of the couch. Responding to her order, Kip fell to his knees and kissed her gently on her lips, and then they both fell to the floor to join Brad and Susan. The four bodies squirmed, moved, kissed, groped, caressed, touched. No one knew who was touching who, or who was sucking who. Now the fever gripped them all. They experienced a few moments of total sexual abandon, licking, feeling anything or anyone nearby.
But that couldn't go on forever, and Brad sat up, stopping the little orgy. "Who's the next to have a birthday?" Brad asked after a long pause.
"Mine's in November," Cali said.
"Mine's just two weeks away," Kip said, wondering why the man had asked such an absurd question.
"Okay, Kip, you win. You get to name whatever it is that will turn you on and we'll do it. It's your night, birthday boy!"
Kip thought about it for a moment. Here he had three naked people in front of him, three bodies which now belonged to him, and he didn't know what to have them do. When he looked down, almost ready to say he couldn't think of one particular thing he'd like to see, he noticed his mother's hand resting on Cali's thigh. The thought of seeing them together sent a quiver down his spine.
"I want to see Cali and Susan make love," Kip blurted out. Susan looked at him, surprised, but interested. She wouldn't mind at all, particularly if it would give pleasure to her son. She turned to Cali and smiled, a smile that said. "I'm game if you are!" Cali responded in favor and the matter was settled.
"Great, great! Okay, girls, we'll leave you to each other," Brad said, sitting in a chair across the room from Kip. He took his cock in his hand and looked to the floor, ready to masturbate himself as the women performed. Kip did the same. He sprawled on the couch, spreading his legs wide, and grasped his thick penis in his hand.
Calif began to stroke Susan's upper torso, moving her hands up and down her soft white arms, across her smooth shoulders, along her sides. Then she tenderly touched Susan's breasts, which were rising and falling with each of her deep breaths. Cali's eyes were hotly fevered as she stroked Susan's body, drinking in the beauty of the older woman's breasts and abdomen and thighs. She felt her cunt flower and open wide with passion between her legs. Her nipples suddenly became chips of granite.
Susan's hands reached up and circled Cali's breasts now, and her legs opened and closed with the burning fire in her loins. Kip is watching us, she thought. My boy is watching!
Cali saw Susan's nipples rise under her ministrations, growing firm and hard as if with a will of their own, and she brushed her fingers across them, moving her hands to Kip's mother's shoulders again as the lovely woman stirred restlessly beneath her massaging hands.
The hot-blooded young girl eased her fingers over Susan's shoulders and arms and sides and breasts, over the turgid nipples," and then allowed her hands to slide down across the smooth, flat, glistening belly to touch the first soft bits of hair around her pubic area, rubbing the palms of her hands along Susan's naked hips.
Kip watched in delight. He saw his mother's head move from side to side, a look of pleasure on her face. He watched her eyes close as he held his cock tightly in his hand.
Across the room, Brad sat bending over, watching the women closely, his elbows on his knees. His thick cock stood between his legs and his fingertips intermittingly brushed against the tip of it.
One of Cali's long, slender brown fingers parted the soft, moistly pulsating little crevice between Susan's legs, and one sharp fingernail grazed Susan's clitoris, bringing it immediately erect as Cali went on to stroke it carefully and gently. Susan moved her hips freely on the floor, and her dazed mind was filled with thoughts of the men watching her, the two handsome men grasping their cocks, intent eyes on them as they made lesbian love on the floor.
Without moving her hand from the older woman's clitoris, Cali leaned forward, panting hotly, and ran her lips over Susan's cheek, flicking her tongue over the woman's lips, and finally resting his mouth against the one so like hers, yet so different. The women kissed, long and passionately, as the men watched in breathless excitement.
Fiery streams of passion soared and swirled within Susan, and her tongue met Cali's. She locked her arms around Cali's neck, pulling her down on the floor and causing a low moan of ecstasy to escape from those other sensual lips.
Cali stretched out next to the undulating, moaning mother, moving hard against her, feeling her own passion seethe hot and eager within her hungry body. She looked up to see Brad smiling at her. She moved her eyes across the room to Kip and seemed to see nothing but a blurring hand moving swiftly up and down on his cock.
Then, content that all was well, she began nibbling at Susan's ear, pushing away the lovely brown hair with her tongue. Then she worked her way down her neck, her chest, and began kissing the hard nipples of her breasts, sucking them into her wet mouth. Susan felt the girl's lips leave her breast, dip across her stomach, across her belly, lower still until she was breathing hotly into the silky darkness of her vagina.
Cali's hands massaged Kip's mother's breasts unceasingly, coming down now along Susan's flanks, then moving to the silken smoothness of her thighs. With tender movements she parted the unresisting flesh, drawing Susan's legs wide apart to reveal the full moist pinkness of the woman's interior.
Kip watched as Cali placed her head carefully between his mother's legs. He saw the girl impart hot kisses to the velvety growth of pubic hair, her tongue extended what seemed like inches in front of her lips. Susan squirmed on the floor as the mouth and tongue sought the hard bud of Susan's clit.
Cali's tongue touched it! Her long tongue came into contact with the moist little nub and began to circle it teasingly. In a reflex movement, her breath shuddering between her teeth and her brain whirling with mounting desire at the sensitive, chilling touch, Susan's hands came up to touch the soft face of the naked girl. She pulled the girl's face deep within her open legs.
Brad spread his legs wide now, holding his cock tight with one hand while his other hand rubbed his anus. The picture before him excited him and Kip happened to look across the room just as Brad slid his middle finger deep into his asshole.
Cali began to orally fuck Kip's mother. She slid her tongue into the woman's wet channel as far as it would go, lashing around, swirling around, sending chills of pleasure through the older woman's body. She ate hungrily at the pulsating lips of Susan's cunt.
Cali brought her hands up and touched Susan's hard tits again, then moved them down once again, slipping them beneath Susan's thighs, pushing then farther up until they draped over Cali's shoulders.
Brad immediately jumped to the floor, his finger still up his ass, and grabbed Susan's left leg with his free hand. Kip followed, taking his mother's right leg in both hands, spreading her wide, open, helpless before the passion-wracked girl.
Kip and Brad knelt close to them now, their cocks brushing against Cali every few moments, holding Susan's legs into the air. The whole of Susan's vaginal opening was displayed ready in front of Brad's wife's sweet face. Cali cupped Susan's buttocks gently as she buried her face into her pussy. Susan squealed in delight. Her buttocks jerked spasmodically and the two men had to hold tight to her legs. Cali's plunging tongue struck at her cunt lips with great force, tickling, forcing, fucking.
The taste of Susan's pussy in her mouth drove Cali very near to orgasm. She reached down and lifted her fingers to her own cunt, squeezing the wetness, the hot, soft, hairy mound. Her middle finger found her aching clit and began to stroke it as she slipped her tongue in and out of Susan's palpitating genitalia. Susan desperately wanted to come now, for she sensed that the girl was very near climax herself.
Brad dropped Susan's leg to the floor, where she kept it spread enough to allow Cali to continue eating her with her tongue. Kip followed suit and watched Brad as the man positioned his body over Susan's head, his hand no longer in his anus, working his cock feverishly above the woman's face as he watched his wife's head move between Susan's slender legs.
Kip saw Susan open her mouth as Brad's balls brushed against her lips. Kip moved his body down behind Cali and saw her fingers running in and out of her own cunt. He pulled her hand away and knelt there, touching the tip of his cock to her anal entrance, rubbing it down to the wet soft pussy. He began beating it, moving it up and down over the slick, lubricated cunt lips, masturbating himself while the girl's finger pulled at his balls.
' In the next moment, Susan reached her climax. Brad dropped his balls into her mouth and he felt her hot tongue as it shot up, just as her orgasm hit. Her entire being convulsed and her body froze, buttocks lifted in the air, her cunt plastered against the girl's sucking face.
Cali felt the older woman coming and the taste of her fluids caused her own body to lurch, as she spread her legs even wider. Kip's heavy prick rubbed against her clitoris as he bobbed it up and down there, sending waves of excitement through her body. All at once she came and her body trembled in excitement.
Cali lifted her head to see Brad's large penis ready to shoot. His balls were deep in Susan's mouth and his eyes were closed, his hand working his cock up and. down with great force. Suddenly, he came. The cum shot out of his cock like the blaze from a flame-thrower, spurting white liquid over Susan's beautiful breasts, onto Cali's face, and all over his hands.
Kip was on the brink also. He thrust his cock into the warm, dripping pussy in front of him, burying it to the hilt. He didn't move it in or out, didn't fuck her with any motion. He just held it in there, held his breath, and felt the white cum pour out of him as Cali grasped his balls. She moaned as she felt the hot burst deep within her cunt. Kip pulled out and fell to the floor with the others.
They stayed the night, there on the floor, sleeping with Brad and his wife, each content and happy in an array of indistinguishable arms. Susan and Kip had experienced yet another thrill in their summer of thrills and were happy in that knowledge.
The next morning, after having had breakfast with Cali and Brad, Kip and Susan stood waiting for the bus to take them back to their hotel in San Francisco.
Brad turned to Susan as the bus came down the street and said, "Don't forget us." He kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"We won't," Susan said, hugging Cali.
Susan watched the bus stop and when the doors opened, she stepped aboard. Kip turned to their two new friends and smiled.
" 'Bye, Kip," Cali said. Brad nodded.
" 'Bye. If you're ever in Chicago, drop in. Mom and I would love to see you again.. . " He turned and the doors closed behind him.
Brad and Cali turned to each other, petrified. "Mom!" they both repeated unbelievingly.
CHAPTER NINE
A few days later, Kip and Susan sat on a blanket in a little private cove on the Pacific Ocean. It was a warm day and the ocean breezes felt refreshingly cool. It was their last day in California, the end of their adventure together, and soon Kip would be returning to school.
"I'm going to miss you," Kip said.
"You won't be that far away." Susan laughed. I mean you could have picked the University of Peking and then we'd really have problems."
"True, true, but it's just that we've spent every minute together this summer. It's going to seem strange being parted." Kip lay back on the blanket, resting his head in his hands. His tanned body shone in the sun, and his white trunks were pushed down almost to his pubis.
Susan sat next to him, reading a magazine. She wore a big floppy sunhat and dark glasses, protecting her eyes from the huge ball of fire in the California sky. "When's Chris arriving?" she asked. "Sunday."
"Good, that'll give us almost a week to unpack and get things settled. Your birthday's this Thursday," Susan reminded, looking at his tight swim trunks.
"I know. Eighteen. I'm getting old."
"Mature, not old," Susan corrected him. They sat there, silent for a time, relaxed enjoying doing nothing and doing it together. They didn't need to talk much, for they had acquired a rapport unique between mother and son. Each knew what the other was thinking and each knew what to do when the other was upset, depressed, or angry
"Kip, what's wrong?" Susan asked, setting down her magazine. She had seen it brewing in the boy's eyes for days now, and she felt this was the time to ask.
"I told Chris about us."
There was a long silence. The sound of sea gulls echoed in the cove. Waves rushed up on shore. Kip turned to his mother. Susan looked at him blankly, then turned away. "I don't mind that you wrote, I only pray you didn't joke about me."
Kip sat up, touching her shoulder with his strong hand. "Mother, of course not. I wrote out of love for you and the simple need to tell someone. Chris is my best friend, I love him and I love you and I needed a friend to talk to, especially at the beginning. I would never write anything disrespectful to our love."
He played with her hair, hanging down beneath the sunhat, and he could see the tears welling up in her eyes. He knew she was surprised that he had written to Chris about them, but he also could see that she didn't contest that. He felt a great relief.
"I love you," Susan said, lifting the sunhat from her head. She brushed the tears from her eyes.
"That's what I'm so worried about! I'm afraid I won't be able to live without you at school! We've been so close, so together, we've come to accept so much of what most people wouldn't even dream of accepting, and now we have to be parted. I'm scared. I really am scared!" Kip said, lifting his head, looking into her eyes.
Susan answered him with a long, loving kiss. The boy brought his hand up and brushed her hair, then rested his hand on her shoulder. He pulled back and took a long look at the slender woman in her lemon yellow bikini. Her breasts were pointing out, pushing the material from her body, lightly touching his chest. The sight of her made Kip delirious with passion, as now, sentimentalities aside, he wanted Susan to take his cock from his confining trunks and make love to it. He ached for it now, wanting it more than anything in the world. He loved the feel of her dark, soft lips over the head of his penis, loved how they slid along the shaft, bringing him to an ecstasy of passionate vibrations. He wanted his mother to suck his cock right there, on the beach, under the hot sun.
Susan understood the look in the boy's eyes as he lay his head back against the blanket. Quickly, she pulled the white trunks from his body and his throbbing cock shot up and rested against his stomach. Susan's long slender fingers moved up the inside of his leg, over his testicles, and finally up the length of his cock, playfully tickling the head.
Kip moaned and spread his legs so one foot rested in the sand at the edge of the blanket. Susan's tongue followed the same trail her fingers had taken, working up his hairy leg, over the sack between his thighs, up along the hard thick penis and finally coming to rest over the tip, lips closing around it. Susan twisted her tongue over the swollen tip, licking it, teasing it, as she kept her lips tightly sealed around the glans.
The sensation of his mother's lips around his cockhead drove Kip crazy with desire. He reached down and grabbed Susan's left breast, releasing it from the halter of the bikini, tweaking the hard nipple with his fingertips. "Oh, Mom, Mom," Kip moaned in the California sun. He was in another world.
Susan bit down very lightly on the blood-filled head of her boy's familiar penis, and she licked her warm, wet tongue up and down the little slit in the end. Kip felt his whole body stiffen as Susan let the organ slide full length into her mouth. The sensations of her white teeth running along the length of his throbbing cock sent waves of pleasure through his body.
Susan grabbed the base of his cock as she licked up and down the shaft, then moved her head to his balls. She began to lick them, around them, under them, until the boy squirmed wildly on the blanket. She pulled his cock down until the head was just above her face, so that alternately she could lick the tip of his massive organ, then his balls, then the tip again, and so on. Kip felt he was going to explode!
The salty taste of the seeping seminal fluid that appeared on the tip of Kip's cock excited Susan all the more. She thrust it into her mouth, sucking it deep into her throat, and began steady up and down movements with her head as she held it straight up with her clenched fist.
"Susan, Susan," Kip said, holding her head, helping it move. He knew he could not hold back his cum very much longer and his balls felt like they might explode any second.
Susan wanted to feel his hot sticky cum fill the insides of her mouth and race down her throat to her hungry stomach. The thought made her body burn like a fire gone out of control, and she sucked hard, using all of her strength, taking nearly the entire stretched length of his distended young cock into her throat.
Kip thrust his ass off the blanket, ramming his cock into Susan's throat. He yelled and the cove echoed his sound. Birds flapped their wings, frightened by the noise. Kip's cock went out of control. The white sperm raced up his long member and shot wildly out of the jerking opened tip, causing Susan to suck ferociously as the hot liquid spurted deep into her throat. The salty pungent taste drove her crazy with passion. Her cheeks hollowed as she feverishly gulped down the massive mouthfuls of hot cum that shot out of her son's magnificent penis. She wanted it all, and she greedily sucked and gulped it down her hungry waiting throat, while her belly jerked and her body heaved next to the boy.
Kip was in ecstasy. It seemed better than ever. His entire body moved in spasms with each load of cum spewing from his excited cock. He wanted it to last forever, and he lifted his head to see his mother's bobbing hair, her face jammed tightly around his swollen cock, white cum encasing her soft lips.
Susan kept sucking till the last drop had been taken from the boy, and then she let the hard cock slip from her mouth. She put her head next to it, breathing deeply against the wet hot length of it, as she rubbed the boy's tightened balls with her gentle hand. She kept her head there as the boy's penis grew soft in the summer sun. Kip rubbed his mother's hair, played with it as he relaxed in the soft sand.
Suddenly a voice broke the calm and Susan sat up. Three children were coming their way, along the water. "Put it away, baby," Susan said. "The cove is no longer private!"
Kip slid his trunks over his" middle and kissed his mother lightly on the cheek. "Thanks," he said smiling.
"Have a nice vacation?" she asked.
"Super!" Kip responded honestly.
CHAPTER TEN
Kip had had a super vacation, that was true. But all the way home in the sleek 747 jet, his mind tossed and turned. Susan wasn't aware how troubled the boy really was about leaving her. The situation had been difficult to accept at first, but with time and love Kip was able to settle into a very sexual and close relationship with his mother. He was in love with the woman now, very much in love with her, and the thought of having to leave her, of having to pretend to lead a normal college-boy life, was frightening. He knew he couldn't stay in Chicago, he knew he couldn't give up his scholarship, and yet he knew he wouldn't be able to stand being away from Susan for any length of time.
What was he going to do? Oh, sure, he knew he could talk to Chris about it in a few days, but he was smart enough to know that the decision ultimately had to be his alone. He wasn't jealous of sharing the woman with others, as long as he could be part of the group, but he knew he would be insanely jealous if she were far from him.
Kip began to feel a cloud of paranoia hover over his head and he wished for a reason to break off their relationship. He wanted to run from the situation while it was at its peak and remember for the rest of his life how beautiful it had been. He didn't have the courage to take the chance of making it work forever or seeing it die one day.
"Kip, is something wrong?" Susan asked.
"Huh? Oh, no, just a headache."
"The stewardess has aspirin."
"No, I'm okay," Kip said, closing his eyes, pretending to be falling asleep. He wanted to run away. He wanted to leave home. He didn't want to hurt his mother, but he thought he had to, rather than take the chance of hurting her even more later in his life. He didn't think things out. He didn't really even try to understand the roots of his fears. He just felt the urge to run.
From the moment the plane landed in Chicago, Kip pretended not to be feeling well and he carried the act all the way through the next three days. On Wednesday morning, Susan sent for the doctor, who could find nothing wrong with the boy. That evening, Kip admitted to feeling better.
That same evening, Kip went to bed immediately after supper. Susan knew he needed to be alone, and she had once promised herself never to force him into anything. She felt he had a right to his privacy and peace of mind whether he was her son, lover, or both.
Kip was awake the entire night. It was impossible to sleep, impossible to think. Chris was coming. College was just a few weeks away. And he was madly in love with his mother. He was so afraid that while he was away, she would meet another man and fall in love with him. He wanted her to be with him, to possess her, to satisfy her, to make her happy, so she would never want another. Kip was young and in love and very insecure, Susan was exactly the opposite. She felt no guilt, no jealousy, no fears. She was secure in her situation. She was in love with the handsome boy and she wasn't looking for another, nor did she think she would ever need another. She was satisfied and happier than she had ever been in her life. She wanted the best for her son, and although she knew she would miss him terribly, she knew it would be best for him to go to college, to earn a degree as well as see what college life was like. She could wait. There were no threats.
She also wanted Kip to be sure he knew what he was doing. She thought perhaps he desired her so much because he had never really had another girl that he cared about, that he loved, that loved him back. She wanted to take the chance that he would find girls at school who were attractive to him, but in the end didn't come near to satisfying him like she could. She didn't want to order him or rule his life. She just wanted to remain loved by him, special in his thoughts and his actions. And she wanted to be fucked by him regularly.
Susan had a plan that she hadn't told Kip about, and later she realized she should have. Susan was planning on buying a vacation home in a section of forest near Minneapolis, where she could spend weekends with Kip while he was at college. It would be her surprise to him when he started school. She had given Mr. Dar-cey the okay before she and Kip had left for California, and the lawyer was working on the purchase.
The next morning, Kip was awakened by a knock at his door. He opened his eyes. Ten-thirty. He had only slept an hour.
Susan opened the door and walked into the room. Kip sat up. "How do you feel?" she asked, sitting next to him.
"Much better. Didn't sleep, though," Kip said.
"Do you know what today is?"
"My eighteenth birthday!" Kip laughed.
"Happy birthday, darling," Susan said, kissing him lightly on his lips. Then she handed him a set of car keys.
"What.. . what are these?" Kip asked, taking the keys from her. He looked at them. Two shiny metal keys, with the name American Motors imprinted on them, hung from a chain.
"Your birthday present. Enjoy it. You'll be needing it!" Susan said, getting up. Without another word, she left the room.
Wait!" Kip yelled. He jumped from the bed and slid on a pair of jeans. "Mom, where is it? What is it?" he shouted, slipping his shoes on his bare feet.
"Come down to the garage," Susan called from the living room.
In two minutes they were down there. They got off the elevator and walked into the garage and Kip saw it immediately. In the center of the garage was a brand new quicksilver Javelin, with a black vinyl roof. Kip's mouth opened in disbelief as he walked to the car, his car. He had seen one in San Francisco, and he and Susan had been walking down Polk Street, and they had stopped to look at the fascinating automobile. Kip had remarked to Susan then that he'd love to have one. And immediately Susan knew what to get the boy for his birthday.
Kip sat behind the wheel, looking at the cockpit arrangement of dials and controls. He looked up at his mother and smiled, then pulled his body up and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you," he said, his eyes filled with appreciation and love.
"I knew you'd be surprised," Susan said. Kip had wanted to take his mother for a ride, but Susan had appointments which had to be kept, so Kip went for a ride alone. He thought perhaps that was what he needed-a drive into the country alone.
He headed the car up Chicago's Lake Shore Drive, continuing up through Evanston, Wilmette, the northern suburbs, and then finally up into Wisconsin. The car handled beautifully and the feeling of speed and control made Kip feel good again, gave him a feeling of power.
Kip drove until he realized he was hungry. He stopped at a little restaurant outside of Milwaukee and ate a hamburger and french fries. He hadn't realized he had gone so far from Chicago, and he was worried he was driving the new car too long in one stretch. After he finished eating, he drove about a mile, parked the car, and sat on the side of the highway, near the sleek new car, giving it time to cool while he watched the passing cars and trucks.
The fascination of the cars moving in front of him, cars, people, everyone going somewhere, gave him the urge to run. He suddenly wanted to get back into the car and take off, driving anywhere, to the edge of the earth, just to get away. Kip thought now was the time to leave, to leave his mother behind, to leave his life behind.
But he didn't do it. He took a deep breath and realized it would accomplish nothing. Yes, he'd take the chance of things working out. Perhaps now with a car, he could come home almost every weekend from Minnesota and be with Susan. Perhaps. He would see. He got back into the car and turned around, heading back toward Chicago.
Susan was surprised when Kip didn't show up for dinner. She thought it strange, but she wasn't worried. She knew the boy was probably so fascinated with his new car he wanted to drive it all day.
But as the hours slipped by, Susan did begin to get worried. Nine. Ten. Eleven. She paced the room, wondering where her son was. The normal thoughts of a mother raced through her mind.. .
Kip has been in an accident . . . Kip has been hurt . . . Kip is in the hospital. Susan was pouring herself her fourth brandy of the evening when Kip walked in the door. He looked tired, ashamed, upset.
"Darling, where have you been? I've been so terribly worried!" Susan asked him, concerned.
"Mom, I'm sorry," Kip said, and then, abruptly, he began to cry. And, just as abruptly, Susan took him in her arms to ease his sobs.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay," Susan whispered, rubbing his head, mot knowing herself what it was that was okay. She sat him down on the couch and cradled his head in her arms, against her breasts, content to hold him until an answer came. They sat there like that for a long time and Kip felt loved, protected.
Finally, Susan moved her hands pulling the boy's head from her lap, and got up to turn out the lights. Kip watched her move to him in the darkness and he opened his arms and grasped her tightly as she fell onto the couch with him.
"Susan, I'm sorry. I tried to run away. Tried to leave. I don't . . . I don't really know why. I'm so afraid of losing you, of being away from you . . . "
"Kip, darling," Susan said, calming him, "I know we won't be apart, we won't lose each other. You must believe that too."
"I feel like a coward." Kip confessed.
"Cowards run and don't come back. You came back."
"But, Mom, what about college? The time we have together seems so little now and . . . "
Susan put her hand to his lips. "Shhh. Kip, you've trusted me before, and believed me. Believe me now. We won't be apart. I promise. We will always be together, even if we're in different places."
There was a long silence.
"I believe you," Kip finally said. "And I love you." His words were tender and honest.
"I love you too, Kip darling," Susan said softly.
The reflection of the moonlight streaming in the balcony doors caused the attractive woman's eyes to glow a soft green. Kip brought his lips to hers, looking deep into her eyes, deep into her thoughts. He brought his hand up to feel her firm breast under her loose robe. The nipple on its soft tip became hard in his fingers.
Susan opened the boy's pants and wrapped her fingers tightly around the head of his standing cock. They kissed for a moment and Kip broke away. "Let's go to bed," the boy said. Susan stood up and took him by the hand, leading him down the dark short hallway to the big bedroom.
By the time Kip got out of his clothes, Susan was already laying naked on the bed. He crawled onto the king-size mattress to join her. He ran his fingers lightly over the whole length of her excited womanly body.
Susan purred softly as his hand ran up the smooth skin of her thighs and brushed against the fuzzy pubic hairs at her crotch. Kip crouched down to explore the delicate form of her pussy with his hands. He wanted to see it like a blind man, to see it through touching it, to sense the delicate and throbbing beauty of her cunt. He cupped her between her legs, feeling the damp patch of soft hair. She invitingly spread her legs out wide to make his exploration easier, and he ran his fingers over the soft lips of her pussy, gently tracing the form in his mind. Using the thumb and forefinger, he parted the soft lips, and with his other hand, he felt the narrow slit and the damp soft flesh of her vagina. When he reached her clitoris, he could feel the throbbing little bud harden to his touch, and he stroked it gently and firmly with his middle finger. Susan responded by spreading her legs even farther.
She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress in rhythm to his manipulation of her clitoris, and Kip could feel his cock grow harder as he sensed that her face was tense with passionate reaction to his probing finger.
Positioning himself between her widespread legs, Kip couldn't resist his urge to feel her tight vaginal passage any longer, and he felt for the crevice of her small round buttocks. He came in contact with her tiny puckered anus first and pushed against it with his finger for a second. The tight rubbery ring of flesh felt virgin, as it always did, and he pushed against it with the tip of his finger, not entering, just teasing. She quivered and squirmed her buttocks against his finger and he then moved it up along the damp valley to the ragged fleshy opening of her passionate vagina. Kip shoved his middle finger into the smooth slick passage as far as it could go, and he felt the tight wet walls hotly grip around his finger as it probed deeply up into her cunt.
Susan moaned in the darkness. Kip grew more excited from the tantalizing touch sensation of her tight pussy. His cock was fully erect and throbbing from the blood pressure filling it to rocklike hardness. He knew that he had to put his aching cock where his finger was buried.
"Now?" Kip whispered to Susan.
"Yes, oh, baby, yes!"
Kip pulled his finger out of her moist clasping cunt, and, taking her legs in his hands, he bent them back toward her head. At the same time, he slid up against her body until his long hard penis lay across her moist wide-open vagina, along its full length. The touch of her body against his, in the absolute darkness of the bedroom, was a stirring sensation to him. He had her legs pinned back by his arms and shoulders and her firm breasts pushed into his chest as he lay heavily on top of her.
Susan's face was just a few inches from his and he could feel her warm breath against his cheeks. But even that close, he still couldn't make out her face clearly. Just by the feel and the sound of her breath, Kip found her lips with his mouth and kissed her hungrily. Her tongue pushed up into his mouth and flicked deeply inside in answer to his wet kisses. He had never tasted such sweetness before, He thought to himself it was as if they were doing it for the first time.
Kip could feel her hands reaching under the exposed buttocks as she arched slightly, and the sensation of his balls being massaged by her hands sent shivers up his spine. His hard cock jerked in response to the added moisture flowing out around it from her tender vagina. It felt as though she was flexing her cunt lips to squeeze his throbbing cock along its full, distended length.
With her mouth still locked tightly to him, she shoved her hand down between their bodies, searching for the hardness of his cock. Kip gasped as she found his pulsating rod and fondled the swollen gland tip with her cool, long feminine fingers.
The room seemed to be pitch black. Kip couldn't remember it ever being so dark as at this moment. Her scent was unique; it reminded him of the bittersweet smell of damp spring flowers in Vermont. Every nerve in his young body seemed to be feeling, sensing, touching her delicate-almost classic-body.
Kip pushed his torso away until his smooth chest was just barely making contact with the hardened tips of her firm heavy breasts. Then he moved his body from side to side, brushing lightly against the sensitive twin mountains of creamy flesh.
"I love you, I love you," Susan whispered, as if in a trance. She wiggled her body beneath his warm chest, still fondling the tip of his cock with one hand, while she ran her other hand over his tight buttocks and up along his back to pull him down so she could bury her face against his neck. She nipped there at the side of his neck, running the tip of her tongue over the taut muscles.
Kip smelled the fresh brown hair spilling over the pillows and he buried his face in the strands. He suddenly felt his mother move her hips, rolling them against his throbbing cock, the wet canal of the wide-spread pussy teasing his cock into greater hardness and full readiness.
"Now, Kip, please . . . " her words began, and then trailed off into a gurgle of lust. Kip responded by thinking he would fuck her till she couldn't walk.
Kip lifted his hips slightly and she grasped his rigid cock in her hand, moaning aloud as her hand felt the immense size of it. She guided the blood-filled tip up and down between her legs, parting the moist lips of her smooth vagina. Her pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against the head of his cock which grew harder from the sensation until he thought it surely would explode.
Driving his hips forward at exactly the right moment, he pushed through the tight opening of her womanly vagina, plunging the thick head inside. The wet walls of her cunt seemed to clamp tightly around his swollen penis, as he pushed inward a few inches.
Susan arched her back up to take in the whole length of his cock. Backing off very slightly, he pushed ahead again, parting the clasping walls of her cunt as his thick hard column rammed into her womb, but he held back from driving it to its full length. The head of his cock was jerking with excitement as he felt a ripple of wet lubricating juices in the warm wet passage.
His flexing cock stretched and expanded her hot cunt, sending such waves of pleasure through her body that she was about to scream to have it all inside her. She reached up around his buttocks to pull him down, while she tried desperately to screw her cunt up onto his large throbbing column. He could feel the urgency of her attempt to pull him quickly onto and into her belly, and, letting go, he rammed down into the hungry passage. His huge pounding cock slammed down the grasping pussy like an exploding piston, and her cuntal passage clamped around it like warm honey.
Kip slammed his balls against her puckered anus, and his cock hit bottom. Susan purred like a satisfied kitten as she felt the long cock extend itself completely into her body. She jerked back instantly to escape the sudden and very unexpected pain of the huge rod when Kip lunged even farther, smashing his pubic hairs tightly against her mound. His balls smacked loud against her ass. She hadn't expected him to go so deep, and he pushed harder, mashing his pelvis against her wet pubic hairs. She was implanted on the long thing, impaled on it, and Kip held still for a moment to give Susan a chance to feel it in there, strong and tight. She was completely in his control and both mother r and son knew it. He flexed his buried member several times and with each expansion of the rounded head, Susan groaned in unexpected special excitement.
Kip ground the lower part of his body slowly into the soft flesh beneath him, and Susan strained up to adjust to his huge sunken shaft. Then, very slowly and carefully, she backed down the long column, her pussy sliding with a wet, slurping noise until just the tip of his cock remained in her.
Susan held herself in that position for as long as she could, and then arched her hips up and sucked the long penis into her cunt, inch by inch, until the thick hair of her rounded pubic area was again pressed hard against his pelvis. The tight, moist walls working up his cock seemed to pull at every nerve along the shaft, and he felt the pressure of hot sperm in his balls beginning to build up. The end of his long penis moved with wild sensations as it slid up deep inside her smooth flat belly.
Kip shut his eyes tight, concentrating on the exciting feeling racing through his back, his balls, his swollen cock. The feeling of her hot vagina clamping his cock as he slowly withdrew from her body caused him to form pictures in his head of its tight ragged flesh pulling at the skin of his penis.
He drove it back into her, hard, fast, pushing the wet slick walls apart, sliding deep inside the lovely woman. Her legs were still held tightly up around his neck, and she used her arms and arching back to take him in to her maximum depth. Her loud breathing came in short gasps as she fucked her burning crotch up and down on his hardened penis.
Kip felt several sharp little pains as she dug her fingernails into his back and she gasped as she held him tight. Her hips began grinding at a faster pace, at a steady rhythm, sucking up and down his hard organ with her clasping cunt. Each time Kip's cock was buried to the hilt, she wiggled her buttocks up hard against him. She was wild with lust, and her fucking became completely abandoned to her unbridled passion.
Kip thought his mother was about to climax, and he began screwing into her with long hard strokes. Her ass cheeks seemed to drag at his balls as they bounced against her anus with each forward stroke. Low groans from deep within her throat gurgled out into the dark bedroom. She seemed to be completely out of control beneath her son, as her body thrashed crazily with his driving swollen cock.
Susan pulled her hands tight against the muscles of his back, running her cutting fingernails up over his shoulders, her wild-breathing breasts pushing against his chest. She slammed her open crotch up hard against his long, hot, aching cock, catching it and holding it deep inside her belly. Then, as if triggered by the deep plunge of his penis, her belly began jerking spasmodically and uncontrollably as her whole cunt contracted again and again along the fleshy column.
"Kip, Kip, darling," she panted as she felt her boy's beautiful cock fuck her wildly. Kip could feel her secretion pour down her clasping pussy, along the length of his cock to his pubic hair. Shivers chilled his spine.
He pulled back away from her tight hold, withdrawing his long lust-swollen cock to the opening of her soaking pussy, and like a dog gone crazy, he slammed his whole body down as his cock plowed deep inside her coming cunt. His balls were massive by this time, swollen from the pressure within them, and they hit her anus with a loud sound.
Susan's body came up to meet his downward thrust as the springs of the bed squeaked and rolled from the incessant pounding. Her hot passage was wet and sticky from her orgasm as his thick cock drove into her with long, hard strokes. She could feel the enlarged head sliding up and down inside her hot passage like a huge fist, and the slapping of balls against her cum-covered asshole as he pressed forward on the downstrokes. She tore frantically at his shoulders with her nails as her entire cunt quivered from his huge driving member working wildly inside her womb.
Kip could feel his burning come near the tip of his cock. He felt his orgasm rising and knew his semen was about to spill into her and he drove his cock faster and faster into her clasping pussy.
Susan could feel the huge penis grow larger and larger as it slammed deep into her hot in-sides and began spurting flaming, boiling liquid, 'way up inside her stomach.
Kip bit his tongue to keep from shouting. He stiffened his shoulders under his mother's tight fingers as his cum poured from the end of his cock, filling her like he had never filled her before. He thought, in a fast flash, how could he CTer think of leaving her forever? Any moment, any second of pleasure of her was worth months of being at school, away from her.
Susan's cunt clasped tightly around his shooting organ and she felt she was going to burst. She grabbed his shoulders, ripping the skin, holding tight as she felt the cum fill her whole body and she thought it would never stop. The white liquid seeped out along the base of his cock and ran down his balls and onto the bedsheets. Kip's entire body fell against hers and he dug his hands around under her, pulling her sweating body to his. The burning insides of her pussy hung onto his penis till it had stopped shooting, and then slowly let it slide from its welcome place within her.
Kip kissed his mother gently as he felt a final drop of cum run from the tip of his cock to her inner thigh. He moved off her, hugged her tight, and in minutes they were both sleeping, content, happy, and relieved.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Christopher Brady immediately spotted Kip as he walked off the plane at O'Hare International Airport.
"Hey, buddy," Chris said, throwing his arm around Kip's shoulder.
"Man, is it good to see you," Kip said, pulling away, looking at his friend. Kip had missed Chris more than he had figured he would. He never realized how much he depended on him to be there when he had to talk about his problems.
"I'll bet we spend the entire ten days talking! " Chris said as they walked down the busy corridor to the baggage claim area.
Chris was just a bit taller than Kip, and had long blond hair. He was strong and muscular, much like his friend, and walked quickly, swiftly, looking preoccupied with where he was going, but always finding the time to glance at pretty girls in short skirts. "How was the flight?"
"Awful. Ugly chicks, crying babies and dirty old grandmothers. Sat next to this freak who didn't say anything the entire time."
"Good to see you. Really is."
"Likewise."
They picked up Chris' luggage and walked through the huge parking lot till they came to the silver Javelin gleaming in the August sunlight.
"Holy fuck, this yours?" Chris asked, astounded.
"Birthday present from Susan. Nice, huh?"
"Nice, it's fantastic! I got a damn TIE from my folks on my last birthday."
"Susan's amazing," Kip said, with many undertones.
"So I understand, so I understand," Chris said, loading the suitcases into the open trunk. They got in the car and in minutes they were driving along the Kennedy Expressway, toward the Loop.
"Well, how's life?" Chris asked, looking at Kip.
"Pretty good. Well, better than that, actually. I'll tell you about it when we get home and relax. I had a real trauma the other day but I'm over it now, I think."
"We'll talk, God, will we talk. I want all the gory details too, you know! Hell, I've been doing nothing but jerkin' off for the last three weeks."
"I haven't," Kip said, glancing at the boy with a proud smile. "I know, I know!"
"But you'll be getting the real thing soon," Kip said softly.
"What? You got somebody lined up? Hell, I've only had one lay all summer! The only one in my life. Who is she?"
"Susan."
Kip turned to look at Chris a few seconds after he had blurted out his mother's name and saw the boy's eyes almost pop from his head. Chris said nothing. He felt a stirring in his pants and he watched out the window as a new city began to appear before him.
Kip looked over and saw the boy's hard crotch. "Ha! I knew it! You fucker!"
Chris looked at Kip and began to laugh. Then Kip joined in and they felt silly, giddy, all the way to the apartment.
Chris had seen pictures of Susan and thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his short lifetime. He had no idea that she was even more lovely in real life. She extended her hand when he entered the apartment behind Kip and he walked to her and touched her fingertips. Susan looked into his eyes for a moment and Chris felt weak in the knees. He couldn't believe how green her eyes were.
"Hi, Chris," the woman said seductively. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, lightly.
"Hello," Chris said like a love-sick schoolboy.
"Kip's told me a lot about you," Susan said.
"He's told me a lot about you too," Chris said, regretting immediately the ridiculous words he had just spoken. But Susan didn't blush or shudder as he expected. Instead she just winked and turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Why don't you boys wash up for dinner? We'll eat as soon as I take the rolls from the oven!" Susan shouted from the kitchen.
"Come on, put your things in my room," Kip said, picking up one of the suitcases. Chris picked the other one off the floor and followed Kip to the bedroom down the hall.
"Well, do you like her?" Kip asked.
"You know, the few seconds I saw her at the graduation, I mean, I wasn't concentrating . . . and she was wearing that hat and those sunglasses and all. But now, wow!"
"That's what I say," Kip said, walking into the bathroom to clean up for dinner. Chris followed.
The dinner was a strained, though pleasant affair. Pleasant because all three got along beautifully and talked and laughed together in perfect harmony, and strained because of the sexual desire that permeated everything the three said and did. Chris watched Susan slide a piece of buttered roll in her mouth and he couldn't help but wish it was his cock that was entering her there. Kip knew Susan was lusting over Chris at the same time.
But they made it through the meal and immediately after dessert, Susan had to leave for a concert at Orchestra Hall. Kip kissed his mother lightly on the cheek just as she was about to leave. Susan turned to Chris immediately after and kissed him gently on his cheek. He flushed. She left.
The boys proceeded to get drunk as they talked their way through the long evening. They first discussed the things they would do in the following days, and Kip described the sights of Chicago he wanted his friend to see.
But the discussion continued into more serious matters. Kip spoke at length of his involvement with his mother, concentrating on the day of his birthday, when he had almost run away from home. Chris was surprised that Kip had lost control, even for a short time, but was happy that the boy did Come back to his mother. He believed their relationship could work, unique as it was. He knew it was making Kip more happy than it was making him sad and he thought that was the important factor on which to base its continuing or coming to a halt.
Kip told his friend about his worries regarding school, about his fear of being away from Susan. Chris didn't know what to say, but he told Kip he could only try it and see what happened. And Kip said that was what he was planning to do.
The botton of Scotch they had been drinking was nearing empty, so they turned to ginger ale, knowing full well they better not start on something else. Kip was having trouble standing still near the refrigerator. The room seemed to be tipping.
"Hey, you okay?" Chris asked, seeing Kip's face turn white.
"Sure," Kip lied. "Well, maybe I should go to bed."
"Yeah, maybe we both should," Chris said, getting up from the couch. It was late and he had been up early in the day, packing for his trip, and he had been unable to sleep on the plane.
Chris and Kip walked to Kip's room, sat on the bed. Chris leaned back and burped.
"What's it like with Susan?" Chris asked.
"Incredible. Just incredible. My cock in her mouth. In her pussy. Incredible."
"You know, I used to beat off just thinking about her and how pretty she was. Really, I would look at that picture of her over your bed and think that I was fucking her or something like that."
"Why didn't you tell me? I never knew that!" Kip said, turning to his friend. "I was afraid you'd kill me!" They both laughed.
"Hey, you wanna beat off? Like we used to?" Chris asked, physically excited from talking about Susan.
"Sure, why not, been a long time since . . . "
"I know, I know," Chris said, pulling his pants down to his knees. His cock stood up.
Kip followed, pulling his jeans to the floor. He grasped his cock between his fingers and began working it up and down.
"Tell me about her; what's it like?" Chris asked, flopping back on the bed, masturbating.
"Her cunt is covered with the softest, thickest hair in the world. I like to spread the lips with my tongue." Kip's words provided clear images in Chris' mind.
Kip looked over to Chris to see his eyes shut tight, his hand moving swiftly over his stiff cock. And then, for reasons not quickly understandable, Kip looked to the door to see the familiar figure of his mother standing calmly, watching them.
Kip played it cool and didn't say a word. Instead he breathed deep and when Chris urged him to continue talking, he did so, as Susan crept into the room and stood near the blond boy who was too busy beating his prick to notice the presence of a third person.
"Well, I put my tongue in and swirl it around and it gets hot and juicy inside there and she moans and pulls at my hair. The she reaches down and grabs my cock tight in her hand.. . "
Susan reached down and grabbed Chris' cock tightly in her hand and the boy's eyes opened and blinked as he gasped.
Kip watched it all happen. Susan began to stroke Chris' expanded cock as he sat up on the bed, not quite believing what was happening, his mind dulled by alcohol, his senses sliding together in one new and exciting focus, a focus utterly foreign to his senses.
"Oh," Chris moaned as her cool fingers on his burning cock made his blood run faster. She leaned closer to him and kissed him lightly on the neck, while her fingers made long strokes up and down his hardened penis. She held it tightly, stretching the skin up and down, moving it just as she had moved Kip's on many occasions. She was pleased to see his cock was almost as large as Kip's.
Chris pushed his hips upward as Kip helped the situation by tugging the boy's pants down off his legs. As soon as the pants were off, Chris spread his legs and Susan's other hand cupped his heavy balls. The pressure was building within them.
Susan rubbed her own thighs together as she became caught up in the passionate exercise. She could feel sensations stirring deep in her womb, and the tender folds of warm flesh around the opening of her cunt became damp as the lubricating juices flowed from within her tight smooth passage.
Again and again, she traced the outline of the boy's hard cock with her soft finger, feeling it in her palm as she thought she would feel it in her cunt. She kept her lips pressed against his neck and she licked and began biting there against the muscles that strained under the skin.
Kip, at the same time, jumped onto the bed and knelt behind Chris so his cock was inches from Chris' shoulder, inches from his mother's lips. He began jerking his cock in front of her face, knowing she would take his semen when he reached his limit. Chris turned his head a bit, looking over Susan's chestnut hair to see the tip of Kip's swollen cock inches from her mouth.
The massive head of Christopher Brady's young cock erupted with ejaculations like a vomiting volcano onto Susan's now cupping hand. Susan moved her head to watch the eruption. She stared at the exploding organ, her hand pumping automatically from her own excitement. The sight of his climax in her soft hand made her entire body jerk convulsively.
"Come, baby, come," Susan said clearly.
"Oh, yes, yes," Chris said watching his white cum ooze from the tip of his cock. Some of it landed in her hair when it shot, and on his chest, where it dripped to his stomach and ran down to the hairs of his crotch where it mixed with the other wet gushes from his cock.
"Mom!" Kip yelled. Chris turned his head to see Kip thrust the end of his cock in his mother's mouth. Susan grabbed it expertly between her lips and Chris" could see her mouth fill, then swallow, fill, then swallow. Kip moaned and the entire bed shook as he filled his mother's lovely mouth with his juice.
Susan held the organ in her mouth till it became soft. The other penis, in her hand, was now soft also and at exactly the same moment, Susan released both the male organs and stood up, a grin on her face.
"Forgive me, boys, but I got carried away. Nite!" The words seemed to sing from her lips as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. They heard her door close tightly.
Chris and Kip didn't even bother turning out the lights. They flopped back on the bed and were asleep as soon as they hit the pillows.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chris and Kip both had headaches when they woke the following morning, but that didn't stop them from going down the hall to awaken Susan. They entered her room, both naked, both excited, and walked to either side of her large bed.
"Morning, Mom," Kip said softly.
"Morning, Susan," Chris said shyly.
Susan opened her eyes and saw nothing but two cocks staring down at her. At first she thought she was dreaming, but after blinking her eyes and stretching a bit, she knew what was happening and she was pleased.
"What a way to wake up!" Susan said.
"What a way to fall asleep!" Chris added, referring to the previous evening.
Susan brought her hands up, grasping both of their cocks at the same time. The boys quickly knelt on the bed, directly on each side of the pillows and lowered their hanging cocks to her lips. In one sucking movement, Susan pulled both cocks into her mouth at the same time and ran her tongue over the two alike heads. Both began to lengthen and stiffen until they were forced from the woman's lips by their size.
Susan's hands pulled at both the giant swollen pricks over her face and touched their heads together. She stroked them, in exactly the same way, watching their balls jump up and down with every movement of her hands.
"Fuck me, Chris," Susan said, staring at the boy's big cock. Kip smiled, knowing that was what his friend wanted and what his mother wanted also. Kip pulled away from her grasp and sat on her vanity stool, his legs spread, ready to watch the scene closely while he worked on his own cock with his hand.
Chris knelt between Susan's wide-spread legs and lifted her nightgown high over her head. Susan reached down and grabbed the boy's throbbing cock, just in the way she had done the night before. He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of her slender shoulders, while she drew her knees up and locked them around his narrow hips.
Chris looked down at their bodies, where they met, and saw the pointed breasts with their hardened nipples staring up at him. He looked down to see the dark wet mound between her legs; the sight of it drove him wild with desire and he knew he would have to hold back because he felt like he was ready to come any moment
Susan took his penis and guided it with her hand into the fuzzy mound of her hungry pussy. Almost as if to tease herself, she slowly ran the rubbery tip of Chris' penis along the narrow slit, parting the smooth pink lips of her vagina. When she touched it to her clitoris, a wave of sensual pleasure flooded her brain, and she could wait no longer to have the fleshy monster inside her burning passage.
Susan opened her legs as wide as she could under the blond boy's big body. Then, arching her hips, she ran the rock-hard shaft slowly along the moist pink flesh to the ragged opening of her vaginal passage.
Kip watched in delight as he saw his best friend above his mother, as he saw the woman grasping the boy's almost virginal penis, guiding it, teaching it, training it. He could see the pressure building up in Chris' balls and he knew Chris wanted to drive his cock deep into the slender woman.
Susan moved her hands to her vaginal lips and parted them, opening them fully to the head of the boy's long cock. Suddenly, the tip of his penis made its way into the opening of her passage and she jerked back and sighed.
Chris couldn't wait any longer. He drove his cock all the way into Susan with one long move, impaling her on the long, steaming staff. Susan's legs kicked out straight from under his wildly churning body, jerking futilely into the air.
Chris pulled his body up, sliding his knees under the woman's smooth ass cheeks, to be able to look at his cock entering her body. He looked down to see his dark pubic hair wetly mingling with the curls between her thighs. The tight lips of her cunt were widely stretched around his penis, around the dark base of his cock, and to Chris it looked like he was going to split the woman open any minute.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked worriedly.
"No, baby, no, it's beautiful," Susan whispered, glancing to Kip. She winked at her son. He winked back.
Susan flexed the muscles of her pussy around the throbbing organ. She could feel it grow with each movement she was making. She could feel every detail of the hard form inside her body as the nerves in her wet cunt transmitted responses to her brain. She became alive with passion now and she wanted to be fucked hard, forever.
She could feel the boy's balls dangling against her anus and she rolled her ass sideways, loving the sensation. He knew what he was doing now, she felt, and she began to relax and let his movements take over.
It happened too quickly, it seemed to Susan, but to Chris it was the most wonderful moment of his entire life. He thrust his cock deep within the woman, then pulled out again so that the tip touched the lips of her hot pussy, and then thrust in again, again, and again. With each forward movement the pressure in his penis and the sensations caused by its movement in and out of her vaginal passage became too much for him. He flooded her insides without making a sound. His eyes rolled and his body went stiff, frozen, and he seemed unable to breathe for a minute while torrents of cum gushed from his cock and poured along the woman's hot pussy walls. Then he pulled out and sat on the bed in front of the woman, and Susan looked up to see the happiest-looking boy she could remember, next to Kip. There was a look of fulfillment in Chris' eyes.
Kip jumped off the vanity stool, knowing his mother was only warmed up, and when Chris moved off the bed to watch mother and son, Kip jumped on and fell onto his mother, driving his cock fully into her pussy. He could feel it slip in easily as his best friend's cum lubricated the way.
Her cunt was biting, holding, sucking. She was a ball of fire now and Kip knew how to tame her. He could feel the contracting muscles hidden in her wet pussy pulling at the flesh of his rigid cock, and the head jerked deep in her womb in response. Susan reached tightly around his hips to hold her crotch tightly against his. "Oh, Kip, honey, fuck me, fuck your mother with that mad cock of yours!" Susan squirmed and twisted her body on the bed beneath her son.
Chris watched in utter fascination as he felt his cock growing again. He took it in his hand and wiped the wet cum over the head. He knew he could come again.
Susan rode her body up and down on the hard slick shaft of her son's cock. Kip didn't have to -wasn't going to-move. He wanted his mother's cunt to fuck him, to come up his rod and pull down again, to grasp his cock and pull at it till he spurted all of his semen into her already cum-filled body.
Susan ran her tongue wetly across her red lips, as she began to work in hungry, sensuous abandon at the long pleasure-giving shaft buried deeply in her flaming body. She strained and wiggled against the thick tip of her son's penis as she pulled her body down into the mattress, then moved her muscles to tighten her cunt as she lifted her pelvis, forcing the cock to its incredible depth.
Kip fought the urge to let his hot semen fill her heaving belly, as his balls slapped against her little puckered anus with each driving thrust. He just let Susan go wild with lust for his long hard cock. Her hungry gyrations became faster and faster as she frantically worked to absorb the hot fleshy column in her burning sucking womb.
"Fuck it, Mom, fuck my hard cock," Kip said as the woman's body savagely thrust up along his massive penis. She worked in mad fury now, like ah animal filled with lust, and she bucked her hips crazily against her son's swollen cock. Her clasping cunt rode up and down his long cock and made Kip feel he was on top of the world. He couldn't stand it any longer, he knew he was going to burst.
"Come in her, come in her!" Chris yelled from the vanity stool. He came. Cum ran down his fingers and onto the floor as he saw Kip's balls contract, knowing his friend was going to shoot his load into his mother.
"Now, baby, now!" Susan screamed, savagely ramming her cunt up the boy's long cock.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING IN MY MOTHER!" Kip screamed louder than Susan. It was too much for him. He dropped his body to hers and shoved his penis as deep into her as possible and he felt the wet cum dash from the tip of his cock into the sucking vagina. His balls tightened and heaved with each contraction, with each gigantic spurt, as the sperm lurched out like cannon shots of tremendous hot fluid.
When the huge swollen head in her pussy started firing out the hot liquid, electric jolts flashed through Susan's head. She felt like she was being pierced by the jabbing spurts from her son's penis, as if the liquid was cutting through her body, grabbing at her brain. Susan lurched up again and again, pushing Kip within her, as her body would not stop the movements, the heaving, the pushing and pulling. She brought her hands to Kip's ass and held tight to his buttocks as her own orgasm came. The cum spilled out around Kip's overflowing cock and ran thickly, mixing with his, down the crevice of her wide-opened buttocks, covering his balls which were pressed hard against the puckered crown of her anus. The entire area of their naked entwined loins was soaked with their hot sticky cum.
Kip was out of his mind with the thrill of the situation, having fucked his mother with the aid of his best friend's cum, as that same person watched. He felt good to have shared the woman he loved with his friend, but was glad his mother had achieved orgasm with him and
.not with Christ. She'd waited for him.
Kip's best friend sat on the vanity stool, staring into space.
"Chris, you okay?" Kip asked, pulling his long wet cock from his mother's pussy.
"I don't believe it. I just don't believe it," Chris said, smiling.
"Oh, yes, you do!" Susan giggled.
Chris, Kip, and Susan became a threesome for the next week, spending the days on the beach together, or sightseeing, or just relaxing in the apartment. They all spent the nights cuddled in Susan's bed and went through a variety of sexual couplings and positions. For Kip it was a series of new thrills, and for Chris it was an education. Susan looked at it as just part of life, a happy, wonderful part.
But then, two days before Chris was to leave Chicago, he stumbled upon a situation he hadn't expected-but thoroughly enjoyed. He had been sitting on the beach with Kip and Susan, when he suddenly remembered he had promised to call his parents the evening before, but hadn't done it. He excused himself and went back to the apartment, planning on making the phone call.
When he walked into the bedroom, Connie, the young housekeeper, was sitting on the bed, her skirt up around her waist, rubbing her fingers along the slit of her pussy. She was looking at pictures from Kip's collection of pornography, specifically pictures of Chris masturbating that
Kip had taken back at school one day when they were bored and horny.
"What the hell are you doing?" Chris demanded, at once realizing it was a stupid question for there was no doubt about what the maid was doing.
Connie just stared at him as if he was crazy. Chris didn't know what to do or say. He stood there in the doorway, dressed only in his tight swimming trunks, looking down at the pretty girl with her cunt open before him. Connie smiled and spread her legs farther.
Chris melted. He stared at her and felt his cock growing hard in his swimming suit. "Can I look closer?" Chris said, smirking.
Connie nodded her approval as the boy walked to the bed. He sat down and rubbed his finger along the soft hairs of her pussy.
"I came up here to make a phone call," Chris said.
"So make it," Connie said, starting to take off her clothes.
Kip picked up the telephone receiver next to the bed. He dialed the operator and placed a collect call to his parents while Connie stripped her clothing off.
"Hi, Mom? Yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot all about it!"
Chris was silent for a minute. Connie had all her clothes off now and was tugging at his trunks, pulling them down his legs.
"Okay, I said I'm sorry. Listen, I'll be getting in on . . . " He continued talking but his mind wasn't on what he was saying. His thoughts were filled with the pretty girl kneeling between his legs, licking at the end of his swelling cock. By the time Chris had finished the phone call, Connie was sucking hard on his penis, and after he had dropped the receiver to the cradle, he flopped back against the bed.
"You're almost as big as Kip," the girl said happily. She licked at his balls and pulled at his cock with her hands. She knew what she was doing and Chris just spread his legs and felt the pleasure creep up his spine.
Chris moved his ass to the edge of the bed so the girl could get his balls into her wet mouth. She pulled on them with her lips, caressed them with her long tongue. Then, just as she had done to Kip the night Susan was in the hospital, she inched her mouth to the boy's ass and began to lick at the hard opening with her tongue. Then she brought her lips up to kiss him hard on his asshole as he moaned and slid off the bed, on top of the excited young girl.
They rolled around the floor, hugging tightly to each other, and then stopped near the bed. Chris moved quickly next to the girl, stretching out alongside her.
His long cock rested temptingly against her white smooth thighs, and she felt her excitement grow as it made contact with her sensitive young skin.
"Fuck me, Chris! Fuck me just as if you were fucking Susan!" Connie guessed that Chris had been having sex with Susan, but she wasn't sure. Now it made no difference, for there was nothing to be jealous about. She was pleading with her entire body. She wanted his long stiff cock buried deep in her cunt, and she reached for it, wrapping the thick head in her small hand to feel the blood pounding crazily throughout the rubbery tip of the immense organ.
Chris knelt between Connie's spread legs without making her lose hold of his throbbing giant cock. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her thin body, like he had done with Susan many times, and lowered his body so his cock teased against the lips of her pussy.
Chris pulled Connie's legs apart with his hands and her pink hot cunt was open and ready for him. Chris looked down to see the light flash around the tight hole, soaking wet. Connie wiggled on the floor under him.
"Did you like looking at pictures of me?" he asked, holding off from sinking his cock into her.
"Yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me," the girl screamed, going mad in anticipation.
Chris slammed his penis all the way up her cunt in one stroke! The girl screamed and locked her legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders with her hands. For a moment, she thought she had fainted. Her head hit the floor.
Chris held his cock tight within her. The girl could hardly breathe. She was mad now, filled with lust and pain, ready to do battle and win. She felt the cock growing still larger within her and she brought her hands down to the boy's ass to feel his balls tight against her ass.
"Fuck me hard, baby," she ordered in a low, demanding tone.
"You're gonna be sorry you asked for it," Chris said, pulling out. As soon as he said it, he drove the giant cock in again to the hilt, his body smashing up against hers. Connie moaned and met him with an upward movement of her ass. They were fighting and loving at the same time.
Connie moaned as the throbbing penis stretched her hungry cunt. She was used to her boyfriend's cock, which was small compared with the huge thing now in her. Her cunt ached with each movement, and yet she felt a delicious surge of pleasure run through her nerves. The lubricating juices in her hot passage flowed more freely as the wild sensation of his thick cock probing her cunt made her crazy with passion. He had driven her to the edge of climax earlier, without him even knowing, as she looked at pictures of cum dripping from his cock while masturbating herself. She wanted to reach that peak again, to experience the object of her fantasy once again, this time in reality.
The thought of his huge cock driving into her excited the girl tremendously. She was no longer afraid of being torn apart, in fact she didn't care what happened now, she just wanted to be used by the beautiful blond boy. She wanted him filling her cunt, and she wiggled her hips in his strong hands in an attempt to screw her cunt even further up the long column.
Chris watched Connie's sensuous sweet cunt trying to suck his cock in like it had a will of its own, and he knew that he could drive it in to the hilt again. He lurched forward suddenly while lifting her hips up at the same time. He could feel the passage wrapping itself around his long invading head as it sunk in, and he could not resist driving it down all the way into her quivering young belly with all of his excited strength.
Connie screamed as the huge invading cock slammed into the depths of her womb, as she jerked her hips away from the tearing thrust. But the floor wouldn't give and she had to take it, take all of it, right to the base of his long cock. Then, just as suddenly as he had thrust it in her, Chris pulled out his long rod until only the purple tip was left in the girl's cunt lips. She felt like she had suddenly lost a part of her insides.
"Put it in!" the girl screamed at him. He slammed down, pushing her hips to the floor and driving his cock up her pussy again until their pubic hair mixed wetly together.
"Stick it in," the girl whispered violently. Chris stopped her words by planting a hard kiss on her mouth, driving his tongue deep into her moaning throat.
Connie rolled her head on the floor, trying to get away from his kisses. Her eyes widened and she stared unseeing into the sunlit room. Her smallish breasts pressed hard against his chest.
Chris lunged in and out of her clasping cunt as he saw the first wave of her shattering climax. His plunging column felt like it was going to blow the whole head off the girl as he drove it wildly in her with fast, passionate strokes.
"Fuck me! Fuck me," the girl screamed at the height of her sensual passion. Her belly felt as though it was leaping out of her hot gushing cunt as her white sticky cum burst out from deep in her vagina. Her eyes suddenly went blank and she saw stars and she banged her head on the floor, screaming in both pain and pleasure. Every nerve in her body seemed to be sensitive to the lightest touch. She was all at once so aware of the boy on top of her, of his cock deep within her, of his mouth on her neck. She no longer hated him.
"Come, please come," the girl pleaded.
"Where do you want it?" Chris asked, pumping his cock steadily in her cunt.
"All over me, on my pussy, in my mouth, on my breasts, my face . . . " the girl was completely taken by passion now and she desperately wanted to watch the boy's hot sperm erupt from the tip of his wet cock.
Chris moved steadily, pounding his cock in and out of her, bringing himself to his peak.
"Get ready," he said.
"Please honey, let me see it, let me taste it," she begged.
Chris lifted his body off the floor and pulled his cock out of Connie's steaming cunt. He took it in both hands and grasped tight at the wet, slick shaft, as he felt the cum rising to the tip.
Connie pulled her legs back with her hands, opening her cunt and asshole just beneath the kneeling boy's burgeoning cock.
"HERE IT COMES!" Chris shouted as the first of the white load gushed forth. A glob of semen fell from the tip and landed directly on the girl's pussy, dripping down along her hot puckered asshole. Another spurt shot into the air and hit her left breast. She released her legs and wiped the cum with her fingers, spreading it over her breasts, her chest, her abdomen, her pussy, wherever the gobs landed. Chris held tight with both hands, pulling the skin of his aching cock back, watching it spew forth, then pulling it up over the tip, repeating the action, coming until he thought he would collapse.
Connie squealed in delight as she bathed in the sticky syrup. She purred and moaned as she felt his hands touch her thighs, knowing now that the shower was finished, that the powerful climax was over.
Totally exhausted, they collapsed in a heap on the floor of Kip's room.
Two hours after he had left them to make a phone call to his parents, Chris returned to Kip and Susan on the beach.
"What took you so long?" Kip asked.
"We were beginning to worry!" Susan said, looking up at him from behind her dark glasses.
"You won't believe this . . . " Chris began, sitting on the blanket near them.
They believed it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Two days later, Kip and Susan drove Chris to the airport in Kip's Javelin, and mother and son waited until the plane had safely left the ground before returning to the city.
There was a strange melancholy in the car during the drive back. Chris was gone, and they both missed him already. College would be starting in a week or so. Susan and Kip would be separated. The summer was coming to an end.
Instead of going home, they drove to the Loop and had lunch at the Little Italy, which was Kip's favorite restaurant. Then they went shopping, buying things for Kip's room at college.
In the furniture department of a State Street store, Kip spotted a lamp with a giant color picture of Mickey Mouse on it.
"Mom, look at that," he said, pointing to the lamp. They walked over to it.
"Mickey Mouse, my hero!" Kip said, laughing. He already had a Mickey Mouse wrist watch and a collection of rare vintage Mickey Mouse comic books. Now he wanted to have the lamp and Susan bought it for him.
"You know, you should do your whole room in early Mickey Mouse," Susan said kiddingly.
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Kip thought about it for a moment as the clerk wrapped the lamp. "I could get Mickey Mouse drapes and bedspread and.. . "
They bought a Mickey Mouse bedspread, trash can, poster, curtains, pillowcases, and sheets, as well as the lamp. Kip's room was all set. At least it was preferable to early Goodwill, which so many had to settle for.
Later that night, after dinner, Kip and Susan sat alone in the dark apartment. Only a candle burned on the table in front of them as they sat nestled in each other's arms.
"It's been such a beautiful summer." Kip said sadly. Susan kissed his cheek.
"Oh, Kip, Kip, my darling. I had no idea what would happen after you came home. I was afraid to attend your graduation, fearing you wouldn't like me or wouldn't forgive me for all those years of neglecting you. But then after the first few days with you, here in this apartment, I knew things were going to work out."
Kip smiled and looked into her eyes. "I look back now and only wish that I could have been as secure in our relationship as you were. It would have been so much easier.. . "
She cut him off. "Anyone in your position would have found the situation hard to handle, much less be secure in it. I had my days of doubt and guilt too, but those fears have passed over both of us. It will be strange without you living here."
"I don't want to leave you!" Kip responded quickly. "I can't stand the thought of having to wait for weekends. What if there is an evening free? I can't come home for the night! I'm so worried. I love you so much!" Kip was near tears. It was the only thing he hadn't resolved, that fear of having to be so far away from his beloved Susan.
"I have a surprise for you," Susan said, getting up from the couch. She walked over to her desk and took a large envelope from the top drawer. She pulled a picture from it and handed it to her son.
Kip looked at the photograph. He saw a picture of an A-frame house, a vacation home, surrounded by trees.
"Like it?" she asked, sitting near him again.
"What is it?"
"Our house in the woods."
His eyes opened wide. "What?"
"Well, I was going to wait till you were at school and then I was going to call you and invite you over for supper one evening."
"For supper?" Kip still didn't understand.
"This house is ours. We own it. It's about fifteen minutes by car from the university. Ten minutes by Javelin, the way you drive."
"You're kidding! YOU'RE KIDDING!" Kip jumped up and down. His heart was relieved, his fears resolved, his problems solved! Susan would be near him. He could spend cold winter nights with her. He could be with her any time he wanted.
"I don't know what to say," Kip told her honestly.
Susan put her arms around his neck and brought her face in line with his. "Say you're happy and you love me madly."
"Oh, Mom, I'm happy. And I won't say I love you madly. I'll prove it." He lifted Susan in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The sign read: THE UNIVERSITY OF MINNESOTA WELCOMES MOTHERS TO CAMPUS! It was Mothers' Weekend and the school was filled with the mothers of the students.
Susan Stoddard walked up the steps leading to the dorm, holding her son's hand. Kip felt very proud of her. She was the youngest and most attractive woman there.
"Well, this is where I live," Kip said, opening the door to the building.
Susan and Kip walked down the corridor.
"That's my room, at the end of the hall," Kip said, pointing. Just then another boy and his mother emerged from the room at the end of the hall.
"Jim, hey," Kip called to him. "Hi, Kip," the other boy said, walking toward them.
Kip turned to Susan and whispered. "Wait till you meet this creep!" Then, once again in a loud voice as the other boy and his mother approached, Kip said, "Mom, this is my roommate, Jim."
"This is my mother, Helen," Jim said. Susan took Helen's hand. "I'm Susan, nice to meet you."
"Hi," Helen said, shaking Susan's hand vigorously. "I think it's great, our two boys sharing a room together."
"Yes, yes it is nice," Susan said, looking at the woman with a forced smile.
"Come on, Mom, I'll show it to you," Kip said, practically pulling Susan down the hall.
"It's such a darling room, you'll adore it!" Helen said as Susan and Kip moved away from them.
"I'm sure I will," Susan said, turning back.
"Christ," Kip muttered softly.
"See you both at dinner tonight!" Jim shouted as Kip and Susan disappeared in the room at the end of the hall.
Kip shut the door. "God, see what I mean?" He stood leaning against the door, smiling at his attractive mother.
"Sure do. His mother's a classic, isn't she?" Susan asked, looking around the room. Yes, she thought, typical college dormitory-bombarded by Mickey Mouse.
"Which is your desk?" Susan asked.
"The one with nothing on it."
"Figures."
Kip locked the door. Voices could be heard in the hall as other mothers inspected their sons' rooms. Susan looked at her boy and understood the glimmer in his eyes.
"No, Kip, not here."
"Why not?"
"Tomorrow night, at the house."
"Here." He took a step toward her. "Kip, no. What if Jim comes back?" Susan moved a step backward. "Fuck Jim."
"Honey, we can't!" Susan backed into Jim's bed and lost her balance and fell to the soft mattress.
Kip kept walking toward her, grinning, opening his pants. He pulled his cock out and held it in front of his mother's lovely face.
"Well, maybe a quick one . . . " Susan's voice trailed off as she lifted her skirt.
The dining hall was filled with students of the university and their mothers. Kip and Susan sat at a long banquet table across from Jim and Helen.
"Now to get on with our delicious dinner," the toastmaster said, seeing that everyone was seated. "We ask that all honored mothers present hold their child's hand as we ask God to bless our food in a moment of silent prayer."
Under the table, Kip slid his hand along Susan's slender leg and nestled it up under her skirt, into the damp warm spot between her legs. Susan placed her hand directly on her son's crotch, squeezing his penis lightly through the material of his pants.
The room was silent. Susan and Kip glanced at each other, smiling. Mother and son-woman and lover-happy, together, and looking toward the future.
