Incest has been the topic of many books, novels and factual studies, plays and poems. From the Greeks to William Shakespeare to other forms of media, the role of incest has made an interesting subject.
Interesting, but why? Perhaps simply because it is very real. The great German philosopher, George Wilhelm Hegel (1770-1831), acknowledged a philosophy of realism when he wrote: "What is reasonable is real, that which is real is reasonable" (Philosophy of Right, 1821); "To him who looks upon the world rationally, the world in its turn presents a rational aspect. The relation is mutual" (Philosophy of Right, 1832).
Incest is real. Incest is right for the special few who allow themselves the freedom needed to partake of it. While our social and religious standards strongly forbid it, only the strong person overcomes the social stigma associated with the word mother-fucker.
In the fast-paced, globe-shrinking conditions in which today's population exist, it is perhaps more-likely than ever to have incestuous relationships develop-especially with the new spirit the new society, the new young and free attitudes of so many intelligent people.
Pauline Hunter is one of those intelligent persons, and the book written about her is, in our opinion, one of the best of the new wave of books dealing with truthful, real circumstances-in this case, incest. Those individuals whose emotional structure directs them into an incestuous avenue of life should not be condemned. What is presented here is an honest, loving person; a woman to be identified with, so that you, the reader, can make an effort to understand and sympathize with the forces that shape a person's destiny.
Pauline Hunter's husband has been dead for two years, and now her son is coming home from boarding school in the East. She has not seen him for seven years. As he gets off the plane, instead of greeting a boy Pauline finds her son to have become a hunky, handsome young man. And there hasn't been a man around the house for a long time ...
This book may startle you, shock you, even disgust you. But we guarantee that you won't easily forget it.
-The Publisher
PROLOGUE
Pauline stood in the door of her son's bedroom. She was wearing only her soft, sheer nightgown, with the hard dark tips of her firm, delicious-looking breasts pushing through the material.
As she watched Rick, her hunky sixteen-year-old son, unbutton his faded jeans and drop them to the floor, she could feel her hungry, throbbing hot cunt already dripping honey down her beautifully tapered thighs. He stood there, his tanned body shining in the early-morning sunlight coming through the windows of the Malibu Beach house, his white undershorts bulging with the weight of his enormous cock.
Pauline stared at the bulge between his legs and was amazed at the size of his thick hard cock. How could such a hunk of meat hang between the legs of a kid that age? she asked herself.
The very thought of it made her body quiver. "Rick, take off your shorts and show mommy what's in there," she purred.
Rick winked, and then seductively, as if he were doing a strip tease, he put his thumbs in the elastic band of his shorts and eased them down till his giant, beautiful cock sprang out and his balls hung down low between his dark suntanned thighs. Soon the shorts were on the floor. He stepped out of them and spread his legs, putting his hands on his hips. "Take me, mom, please," he whispered, looking at her with pleading eyes.
Pauline walked toward him, slowly, her long chestnut-color hair hanging down to her nipples. She unfastened the ties on her gown and it fell open in front of her.
"Oh, mom," Rick breathed as he saw the naked body of his beautiful mother. Her nipples were like diamonds now, sparkling, hard, sticking out in front of her rounded breasts. Pauline had fantastic tits, and Rick couldn't get enough of them-he loved sucking them, aiming between them, as he had done just the night before when, after she had flopped on the beach, he had first probed her hot juicy cunt with his tongue and then had sucked her luscious tits and later had screwed between them with his big cock.
"You want me to suck you off, baby?" Pauline asked in a soft, sensuous voice.
"Yes, mom, please, please," Rick begged, putting his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down on her knees in front of him.
Rick watched as she spread her legs, going down to her knees, her dark hairy crotch damp, spread, sweet-smelling as she moved to the floor. She reached around, grabbed his ass and pulled him to hers.
"Take me, baby, take me," Rick moaned, watching her lips come to within inches of his huge cockhead. There was already a drop of whitish liquid on the tip, ready for her lips, and Pauline licked it off quickly, sending a jolt of electricity up his spine.
"Oh, Rick, honey, I love your big beautiful cock. I adore your dick!" And with that she opened her lips wide and clamped them down over the entire head, over the hard ridge, wrapping her tongue around the tip, as he shouted and jerked his body.
"MOM! MOM!" he yelled again and again as she licked his cockhead with her mouth. He wanted to shove it all down her throat, every last thick hot throbbing inch of his young prick, but he knew that she wanted it slow, inch by inch till she had it all, down to his nuts.
She moved her head forward, taking another inch into her mouth, and at the same time grasping the base of his cock and held it, twisting a bit.
"Suck me hard, mom, suck my cock," Rick moaned, bending over her, kissing her hair, running his fingers through it.
Pauline couldn't stand it anymore-the smell of his sweaty, masculine crotch, the taste of his premature cum, the feel of his cockhead pressing against the roof of her mouth was all too much for her. She slammed her head forward and took every inch of his enormous dick down her throat, till she thought she would choke!
"AAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" Rick grabbed his mother's head and held his breath, shoving his hips forward as his huge cock fucked the back of her throat. He was in ecstasy. His cock was all the way to the hilt in Pauline's mouth. Her hard tits were pressing against his knees, as her hands were working his enormous cum-filled nuts, and as her beautiful hair was brushing against his thighs. He knew he was going to cum fast and hard. He tried to hold back, but her mouth was too hungry and her tongue was too experienced.
She wanted his cum, wanted her son's hot white cum filling her mouth, bloating her cheeks, sliding down her throat. She wanted him to bathe her in the milky fluid, letting it run down her chin and dribble down over her big boobs. She wanted Rick's jism more than anything in the world now.
She sucked him hard, pulling his cock into her throat, releasing it almost to the tip as she ran her hand down around the wet, slippery base, and then slammed her head forward again, her lips and tongue and teeth running up and down the length of the thick shaft, driving him wild with lust, making him eager to shoot his load into her pleading wonderful mouth.
"Mom, I'm gonna CUM!" Rick shouted, bucking his hips hard, pressing his cock down into her throat once again.
She moaned and her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at his strained face. He looked like a god from that position-his hard young chest glowing in the sunlight, his nipples rock-hard, his chin firm, his mouth open, his long hair shaggy. She felt his hands pulling her hair, readying himself for his orgasm, his legs spread further apart, his balls tightening with the explosion that was coming.
"Oh, Christ! Fuck, oh, fuck. Oh, mother, fuck my cock with your beautiful mouth. Fuck. Fuck. More. More. I want to shoot in your mouth. Oh, please! Suck more. Love it with your lips. I want to come."
Pauline slammed her mouth on his huge man-cock again and again as she realized that this was it, that she would be feeling his spewing juices in the back of her throat in a second. And she wanted so desperately for him to unload his hot cum right down her waiting, eager-to-be-cum-filled, mouth. Then, suddenly.
"I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!" And with a scream and a jerk of his body, his balls pushed the cum up through the long thick shaft of his cock and all at once Pauline's mouth filled to the brim with hot, bittersweet liquid.
"Oh, Pauline, I love you, I love you," Rick moaned as wad after wad of semen shot out of the tip of his cock. He could feel it all building in her mouth, surrounding his cockhead, and then she finally swallowed as he pumped even more jism into her loving lips.
She kept working her mouth back and forth till there was no more, sucking every last drop from the tip of his enlarged cock, drinking all of his juices down into her hungry belly. She moaned and sighed in pleasure, as she ran her hands up and down his ass, over his hurting balls, fingering the base of his cock as she pulled her lips to the tip.
Then, finally, she released it from her lips and looked at it lovingly. It was beginning to soften. It was red from her violent sucking. She held it in her fingertips and kissed it gently as he sank to his knees and brought his lips to hers.
They kissed and rolled back on the floor. She held his cock gently with her hand, while he played with her ripe tits, feeling her nipples against his palm.
"Oh, Rick, you're wonderful," she moaned. "You too, mom," he whispered. Then he smiled and said, "You remember how all this began?"
CHAPTER ONE
Pauline Hunter was a beautiful woman. Her face was perfect in its features, strong, and yet delicately feminine. She had a seductive smile and soft warm lips. She had deep green eyes and long chestnut-color hair that reached down to the tip of her firm nipples. Her legs were long and slender and her hips were perfection.
No one would ever have guessed that she was thirty-seven years old, much less the mother of a sixteen-year-old boy. One would guess her age to be twenty-five, maybe twenty-six. As she stood in the waiting room at the sprawling Los Angeles
International Airport, guys looked at her, smiled at her, wondered about what she would be like in bed. No one would have guessed that she was waiting for her son who was returning home from prep school.
Seven years before she and her husband Jack had put Rick in a school in New Haven, Connecticut, while they trotted over the globe. They had little time for a son. But the jet-set life had abruptly come to an end two years before, when Jack was killed in an air crash. It left Pauline Hunter a very rich widow.
Two years. A long time for a woman to go without a man; a long time for a woman to get over the loss of the love of her life. And Jack certainly had been the love of her life. Rick had been almost incidental to the marriage-but now who was left? Only Rick, the boy she hadn't seen for so long. Rick, the honor student who had done so well that he had been put into special education courses, completing the normal high-school requirements at the age of sixteen-he would be starting college at the age of seventeen!
Rick, her little boy, her sixteen-year-old son, could he ever forgive her for having stayed away so long from him? Would he, could he, take the place of her husband?
The plane came to a stop just feet from the window where Pauline was standing. Planes had once been a way of life with her, now they were reminders of the tragedy which had changed her life. An airplane had taken her love from her, had robbed her of a man-Pauline hadn't had sex with a man since her husband had died. She was now a very horny beautiful woman.
She watched the first of the passengers get off, and then she saw him. She couldn't believe that Rick had grown up so. Was this handsome young man really her son? Without warning, he had become a man! A man, just like his father! Here he was, walking toward her, looking at the faces, looking for hers...
Pauline first stared at his face, then at his torso-and then, a little lower, at the crotch of his pants as he walked up the ramp. She noticed a big bulge and she suddenly couldn't take her eyes off it!
Rick saw her, called her name. She looked up and their eyes met. But at that moment Pauline felt her breasts going hard, the nipples pushing against the softness of her bra. She felt a tingle between her beautiful shapely legs. Her heart was pounding. And she didn't take the time to think, to question. She just let it happen.
Pauline was sitting in the kitchen of her redwood-and-glass Malibu home, overlooking the blue Pacific, watching the waves break. A grape ivy plant hung in the window, the green leaves falling down to the table, winding around the sill. She brushed her hair back with her hand as she sipped her coffee.
"Hi," a voice said.
Pauline looked up and smiled. Rick was standing in the doorway, his white terry cloth robe loosely hanging around his tanned body.
"Hi, darling," she said. Then she added, "It's about time you got up!" It was nearly noon.
"Beach air makes me sleep," Rick said, opening the refrigerator. He took out a pitcher of orange juice.
"You know, I can't understand how after seven years of getting up at six sharp every morning you sleep till noon every day!"
"Making up for lost time," Rick joked. He poured himself a glass of ice-cold orange juice, and sat down next to his mother, leaned back and stretched. Pauline looked at him-he was quite an attractive sight. His hair was tussled, but his body looked rugged and seductive in his white robe. She saw his hairy legs spread on the chair, the crotch covered.
Pauline got up and poured herself another cup of coffee, trying to keep her mind off sexual thoughts. But it was hard. She had been "good" for so long, she hated it! She had talked with her maid and girl friend, Julie, about it-Julie had suggested many tunes that Pauline go out and find someone to satisfy her sexually. The trouble was, as Pauline had said again and again, that no one had attracted her in the same way that Jack had.
"Coffee?" Pauline asked.
No one but Rick.
"No, I think I need a shower to wake me," Rick replied in his deep voice. He watched his mother as she opened the refrigerator door-she bent over to get the cream for her coffee. She was wearing tight shorts, which accented the curves of her ass, and a transparent yellow blouse, through which he could see the shape of her round, firm breasts. If she hadn't been his mother-and he had to keep reminding himself that she was-he would have reached out and grabbed her. What a fantastic mother, he thought to himself.
"What are you doing today?" Pauline asked.
"Don't know. What's happening with you?"
Pauline sat at the table again. "I've got a full day. Lawyer, hair dresser, few things to pick up. I really should be off in a few minutes, have to change into a dress. I'll be home by five. Roast sounds good for supper?"
"Sounds great!" Rick smiled. He was a meat-and-potatoes man all the way.
Rick stood up and looked down to the beach. "You know, I've only been here five days and already I feel as if I've always lived here. What a fantastic house!"
Pauline reached out and took his hand. "I'm glad, Honey," she said, and the touch of his flesh sent shivers up her spine. All of a sudden she realized that she could easily pull his robe open and look at his cock, his big young cock. She wanted to see it so badly-but she didn't dare. She got up and rinsed her cup.
"I'd better change and get going," Pauline said, as she started down the hall to her room.
Rick followed her and stood in the door of her bedroom as he watched her bend over her vanity. Her ass was pressing against the shorts, the crack between the ass-cheeks outlined by the seam of the garment. He stared at her for a moment and then moved away. He could feel his cock getting hard.
Rick was taking a pair of undershorts out of his dresser when he heard Pauline call to him. "Bye, honey!"
"Bye, mom!" he shouted, and then heard the door close. The house was empty now. Rick dropped his robe and stood naked in his room. The sunlight coming in the window felt good, and as he looked in the mirror he could see that his cock was still half-hard, resulting from his strange feeling he had had about his beautiful mother. He grabbed the shorts and walked down the hall to the big bathroom.
The room had a sunken tub-shower, which was enclosed with glass on three sides, with the fourth side completely open, and a skylight. Plants were everywhere.
Rick stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast. The spray felt exciting, stimulating on his sleepy body. He began to hum, and then to sing, as he stuck his head under the stream. His cock was still half-hard.
His cock was always half-hard! As a means of gratification he would often jack off, sometimes as often as three or four times a day. His particular fantasy this morning as he was showering was imagining the naked body of a lovely woman, a woman much like his mother, perhaps a woman exactly like his mother.
At the moment that Rick was washing his body and feeling his hardening cock in his fingers, Pauline was getting into her Mercedes. She was about to turn the key in the ignition when she realized that she had forgotten the packages she was going to mail.
When she returned to the apartment to pick up the packages, she called to Rick, but there was no answer. As she stepped into the hall she heard the sound of the shower and noticed that the bathroom door was slightly open. She stopped and held her breath.
She set her bag down on the table next to the phone, just a few feet from the bathroom door. She could easily peek into the bathroom. Should she? Could she? She was afraid, but she knew damn well that she wanted to look in there, just to see how big it was.
She planned to walk by casually, taking a fast glance. She took a step and stopped. Maybe she should just pull the door shut and resist temptation. Maybe she should forget about it completely.
But instead Pauline inched her way to the door of the bathroom. She stopped, brushed her hair from her eyes, and peeked into the room. All she saw was his huge cock!
Her eyes seemed to focus on nothing but the long hunk of meat hanging between her son's legs. It was nearly hard, but was still hanging down. She held onto the wall, bracing herself. She had never seen such monstrosity-long, thick, with a big mushroom head, bouncing up and down as he moved, rising from a thick thatch of dark hair, with huge balls hanging below it.
Pauline felt her temperature rising. Her head burned, her nipples were on fire, her pussy grew wet. She was in ecstasy, in heaven for that moment, barely able to stand up. She realized that what she was doing was wrong, but that fact made it all the more exciting.
She watched as Rick soaped himself, as he brought the sponge up over the head of his huge cock, over the shaft and down to his balls. It was bigger than her husband's. It was bigger than she had ever imagined a cock to be! And it belonged to her son, her very own son!
Watching her son touch his huge dick drove Pauline insane. She brought her right hand to her big breast and squeezed it. She felt weak, almost faint, on the verge of orgasm.
I don't believe it! Pauline gasped as his cock finally stood straight up, almost close to his navel, as the cold-water rinsing had excited him into a full hard-on.
He turned the faucet off and stepped from the shower and began to towel his body. Pauline was afraid that he would walk out the door and find her, but she didn't give a damn at that point. Her baby, her man, all in one-her Rick was standing in front of her, naked as the day he had come from her womb. Her baby boy with his baby cock that she had touched and played with when he had been a child! How desperately she wanted to play with it now!
Pauline couldn't stand it any longer. She knelt down on the white fuck carpeting and quickly lifted her skirt and slipped her fingers down into her panties. Her fingers felt the hairy mound, then the slit, the warm slit of her womanly cunt, the lips, the clitoris standing hard and excited. Her cunt seemed to suck her fingers up into her and a shot of excitement raced from head to toe.
She watched as Rick 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 but never looking outside it, and spread his legs. Pauline stared at his balls, hanging so low and heavy between his outstretched hairy thighs. When he brought his hand to his cock and pulled it up, the balls moved in their sac, up and down, up and down. Pauline's eyes followed them, her hand stuffed up her hot pussy, working herself into a frenzy.
Rick rubbed his nuts with one hand as the other worked his magnificent cock up and down. It was so big that his hand hardly fit around it. Pauline could see it growing even bigger, and she thought the head would burst any second!
Pauline moaned inside her. She had her panties to her knees now, and both hands were working furiously inside her throbbing cunt. She quivered wildly as she listened to her son moaning and gasping, as she watched him jack off before her very eyes. His huge beautiful cock dominated her mind, filled her sight! Rick's dick!Rick's beautiful big cock! Her cunt twitched with anticipation-she wanted Rick, her cunt wanted his blood-engorged cock. Her nipples hardened like diamonds beneath her blouse, and her breathing soon became heavy, like her son's. Passion burned in every inch of her wanton body.
Rick stopped for a moment and fell to his knees on the floor. Pauline watched his profile now, and his cock seemed to stand out ten inches from his body. He began moving his hand again, moving it slowly back and forth, drawing it up and over the swollen crimson head, his huge balls jumping up and down beneath it.
Pauline moved to see him better, kneeling, her legs spread with her panties down around her ankles. Mother and son were doing the same thing, only a door separating them, their hands giving his cock and her cunt absolute pleasure.
Pauline lowered her right hand to the softly throbbing mound and began to rub it lightly, then harder and harder, her middle finger sliding along the wet crevice between her cunt lips. She found her aching, throbbing clit and teased it with her fingertip.
Pleasure rippled through her body as she dropped her finger even lower, slipping it all the way into her cunt. Her pussy grabbed it, ate it, sucked it. She teased it now, as she watched her son work his magnificent cock up and down. Oh, how much she wished that it were her son's beautiful dick that was caressing her hot, wet cunt lips.
Her left hand took hold of her breast, massaged it, cupped it, pulling hard at the nipple. Then the other, as her fingers dug deeper into her sweet-honeyed cunt. A thunder of passion seethed within her body. Her mouth was wide open and her breathing was labored-with little gurgles coming from the back of her throat as she drew her fingers back up to stroke the moist curls of her soft pubic hair.
Rick spread his strong legs far apart. He moved his left hand and cupped his nuts. They were hard, swelling, pounding, aching for release. He rubbed them, pulled at them, placed his finger beneath them and rubbed the hard flesh. He moaned as his long finger touched firmly on his throbbing ass. He didn't move his finger, did not rub or release it, just pressed it there, letting his finger tip feel the contractions of his ass-hole as he came near his climax.
The feeling generated by Pauline's fingers on her burning clitoris drew forth a gasp of rapture from her throat. She brought her left hand down and touched the hard opening of her ass. Spasms racked her body and she could feel her orgasm building, filling her body with a delight she had not experienced in so many years.
Faster and faster, Rick worked his hand over his enormous young cock. Faster and faster, Pauline rubbed her middle finger across her sensitive flesh, churning the heat higher and higher within her, almost to the peak, almost to the brink ... I'm going to cum, Rick, my baby! I'm going to cummmmmmmmm!
"Oh, FUCK! HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!" Rick shouted as torrents of white liquid spouted from the tip of his prick. It shot out of him, onto the floor, the wall, and one last huge gob hit the edge of the door frame, dripping down only inches from Pauline's lips. Rick fell to the floor on his knees, holding his cock as if it were hurting, and then collapsed onto the floor, his eyes closed in sensual pleasure.
Pauline watched it all through glazed eyes. She watched each spurt, each contraction of the balls, each massive shot of hot cum spurting from his cockhead. He's aiming, his wonderful cock is cuming!
She shivered and held her breath as she exploded deep inside her. For the first-time in so long she realized what delicious erupting pleasure was like. She moved her finger up and touched the gob of Rick's semen on the door frame. She stared at it as the juice of her hot pussy flowed into her hand. She moved it between her fingers as her other hand continued to rub hard across her jerking clitoris. Her climax seemed to last forever, an eternity, a tremendous and unreal orgasm. She hadn't experienced such a feeling of wonder and sexual stimulation since her husband had died.
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 her strength and composure.
A sound from the bathroom jolted her.' Rick moved and sighed. She quickly jumped to her feet and slid her panties up and pulled her skirt down. She felt wet all over.
Then, suddenly, as if it were fate, the phone began to ring. Pauline froze. Rick jumped up and opened the bathroom door. He stepped out, naked, inches from his mother. He just stood there, shocked, one foot from her, as the phone kept ringing. He stood where she had just been stooping, where she had just cum on the carpet. His wet cock hung soft now between his legs.
Pauline, stared, silent, frightened. She tried to say something to Rick but he avoided her and returned to the bathroom, embarrassed.
Why did this all have to happen? Pauline wondered as she slipped into a fresh pair of panties and left hurriedly.
In the bathroom, Rick sat looking into the mirror and wondering whether or not his mother had seen him jacking off his meat. He felt at once ashamed, but at the same time he felt strangely so excited. He visualized his beautiful mother watching him beat off, her eyes looking at his thick cock being worked up and down. And suddenly he was hard again.
CHAPTER TWO
Mother and son sat together eating supper. The sun was nearly gone over the horizon, orange glow still lingering over the dark-blue water. All day long Pauline had been thinking about her son. She had thought of his huge cock and had longed to touch it, to feel it. Rick had thought of her body, too, and how he would have liked to hold it, kiss it, and run his hands all over it.
"You know," Rick said, "I really hope we can take a little vacation, just the two of us, somewhere different before I go off to college. I know you and dad have been just about every place in the world, but I've been stuck in the wilds of New England, which isn't exactly the most exciting place to be."
"I thought we'd go to Paris for Christmas and visit the Jamesons. They live there now, you know," Pauline said.
"I'd really like to go up to San Francisco, or Chicago maybe," Rick smiled.
Pauline laughed. "I'd expected you to say Rome or Russia or some damn place! San Francisco?"
"Well, fuck, I haven't been there since I was about three years old!"
Pauline blinked.
"I'm sorry for saying fuck, but I say it all the time."
"That's okay, it's a good word," she whispered, letting her lips linger on the rim of the wine glass.
Pauline suddenly changed the subject. "I guess you'll miss your girl friends back at school." She wanted to find out if he had had many experiences with women.
"Well, I never-dated much. Grant, that's my best friend that I wrote you about, and I spent most of our time studying and fucking around with sports and all, so we didn't find too much time for girls. Besides, there weren't many good-looking ones around."
"Really?" Pauline purred. "Yeah," Rick said, nonchalantly. "I suppose you'll find some girl here this summer."
"I'm not in any hurry. I'm happy just being here with you." He gave her a warm smile. "I think I may ask Grant to come out for a week before we both go off to college, if that's all right with you?"
"Of course, darling," she said.
Rick looked at her. Oh, how he wanted to tell her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever known! He had always been attracted to older women, and the few sexual experiences he had had were with women much older than him, but never as beautiful as Pauline. In one day he was finding himself terribly sexually attracted to his mother, and it was beginning to bother him. He knew it to be wrong, but yet it was an honest feeling. Should he deny it? He figured that he would write to Grant and see what he thought of the sexual attraction he had developed for his mother.
"You look tired," Pauline whispered as they sat there listening to the dark surf beating on the shore.
"I am. I spent the afternoon on the beach and it wore me out!" He got up and thanked her for the dinner, and then said that he was going to his room to watch TV and read.
" 'Night, darling," Pauline said, and kissed him on his cheek. His flesh felt warm, masculine, hard. She wanted to move her mouth around and kiss his lips, but she didn't dare.
"See you tomorrow, mom," Rick said, leaving.
He sat down at his desk and wrote a brief letter to Grant, asking him what he thought of the situation. He told Grant it seemed right, but was it really? He told him he was just a bit fucked up right now, wanting to fuck his own mother more than any other woman in the whole world.
After he finished the letter, he had one more glass of wine that he had been drinking with his dinner and pulled the drapes shut. He clicked off the TV set and went into the bathroom. On his way back to his room he said," 'Night, mom!"
Pauline was reading The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing, placing herself in the part of Catherine Crocker, imagining herself making love to Burt Reynolds under the western skies. She was aroused by Rick's voice and called back to him. Her breasts heaved up and down and her cunt felt a delicious burning sensation. She set the book down. Her mind was back on her son now, no longer on the story of the man who loved an Indian girl.
She thought of Rick, clothed and unclothed, young and masculine. She wanted more than anything in the world to touch him-touch his prick, the big, beautiful hard cock she had seen in the bathroom, in his hands, cuming. A quivering sensation inside her told her that she would never be able to fall asleep. She lay there for what seemed like hours, thinking, dreaming, rubbing her beautiful hard tits and spreading her legs, feeling the material of her gown brush lightly over her throbbing cunt. She couldn't stand it any longer. She got up and opened her bedroom door and looked down the hallway.
Rick couldn't sleep either. He tossed and turned. He walked around the room, fell back on the bed, spread out, bare naked, his legs spread as he played with his burning cock. He wanted one thing. He wanted his mother to jerk him off!
His eyes were shut and his hands were touching his cock, when he heard footsteps in the hall. Mother! She was out there.
He kept his eyes closed through it all, never blinking, never allowing her to know that he wasn't really sleeping. He just let himself feel everything.
Pauline looked in and stopped dead. There he was, lying naked with just the light of the moon coming through the window, his tanned body lying before her. His huge cock stood up from the dark hairs. She stared at it as she had done earlier that afternoon, and then brought her eyes up to his face. He was asleep. Or was he? She opened the door further and whispered his name. He didn't move.
She stepped into the room and stopped at the foot of her son's bed. His legs were spread just enough so that she could see his big balls hanging between his thighs. Her body began to tremble and she felt warm, sweaty.
What am I doing? She almost didn't believe that she had mustered up the courage to enter his room-but she was there, and now she couldn't find the courage to leave. All she wanted to do was touch his cock, just feel it, hold it! It had been so long since she had held her husband's cock in her hand and it hadn't been as big. Now she wanted desperately to find out what it felt like to hold a big prick in her hand again.
She stood there over her grown nude boy, crazy with lust, willing to chance everything on this one time. She wondered what he would do if she touched him. But she was no longer rational. Sex was pounding in her brain and in her burning cunt-she could feel the twitching, the throbbing desire down between her legs. She was a woman, a young sensual woman before she was a mother! And now all the young womanly drive within her was focused toward her hunky son. Her head, her breasts, her soft lips, her magnificent hips, her hot juicy cunt all burned with desire.
Rick was equally excited. He could hear her heart pounding and he could smell her faint perfume, but he would not open his eyes-he couldn't open his eyes! He was filled with fear, but it slowly left him as images of his mother stroking his cock, cupping his balls, kneeling on either side of his face, her beautiful warm cunt moving toward his lips, approaching his face, touching his burning tongue, filled his young mind.
As he thought of her beautiful hairy cunt being lowered to his lips, his cock felt as if it would explode. His balls tightened with the load of cum waiting to be released, and he wished she would grab his cock now-the slightest touch would bring him off! Mother, your cunt! I want to taste your beautiful cunt! I want to slide my tongue deep inside it, taste the wild sweet honey pouring down into my waiting lips.
Pauline felt her legs beginning to shake, beginning to give way as she watched the boy's throbbing young cock rising in front of her. Suddenly there was a pearly drop of semen on the tip and she opened her mouth in utter amazement. It seemed to mesmerize her, draw her to it, pull her. She moved to the side of the bed and slowly unbuttoned her nightgown and in one quick motion placed her left hand between her legs, over the wet mound, her finger sliding up into her cunt, tweaking the hard little clit.
Then she put the other hand over the hard magnificent cock with the white drop on its tip, and then-Oh, God, I can't! withdrew it. She stood for a moment, knowing she had to do it. She sat on the bed next to him.
Meanwhile, Rick imagined himself licking her cunt, kissing beneath it, sliding his tongue over her anus, sucking, begging her to cum in his mouth-as he felt her warm body sitting next to him on the bed. He felt as if he would shoot any second.
His cock was standing, throbbing. Pauline held her breath, pushed her finger deep into her wet cunt, and moved her finger tips of her right hand to lightly touch the tip of his hard staff.
Oh, my God! She gasped and looked down with glazed eyes. His prick was hot, and the cream on the tip felt smooth and sticky. She ran her finger tips down the shaft, and then back up, touching the smooth rounded head, the hard ridge around it. Then she opened the little slit and more liquid slid out. She ran her hand down to his balls and felt them, gently moving them between his legs.
She pushed three fingers inside her vagina, moving them slowly and steadily in and out, unaware that she was causing the bed to shake. She was caught up in a sexual wonderland. Her hand opened around his penis, stopped for a moment as she felt herself beginning to pour her juices into her other hand, and then clasped her fingers and palm around her son's gigantic cock.
He came! It shot out of the head of his dick in fast, huge spurts, until she moved her finger over the slit so it poured down along the shaft of his cock, flowing like lava down a volcanic mountain. Her fingers were frozen around his penis, covered with hot sticky cum.
Pauline eyed his bursting cock, withdrawing her other hand from her wet cunt, waiting till the flow was over, completely over. She glanced at his face. He was seemingly still asleep. She unwrapped her hand from his sticky, cum-covered cock and brought it to her lips to taste her son's cream, his masculine gift.
Then she left.
He smiled to himself.
CHAPTER THREE
Imagining her cunt above his face may have been a fantasy, but the hand that had touched his cock and that had made it shoot was certainly real. Rick didn't know what to think. Pauline had crept into his room, had looked at him in all his nakedness, had sat next to him on his bed and had wrapped her hand around his climaxing prick. He knew that he should have been revolted, that he should have protested, turned over, covered himself. But he had loved it! The orgasm had been incredible, and he loved the excitement generated by the fact that it was his mother who had touched his cock and had felt his cum pouring from his body.
There was something beautiful about it. Rick felt that. It was as if he were giving her his manhood, giving her that gift from deep within him that told her he was a man. I must be nuts!
He tossed and turned for hours. He couldn't resolve things in his mind, couldn't accept and yet couldn't reject. He knew how he desired his mother sexually, and that she apparently wanted him in the same way. But he was scared.
While Rick was tossing and turning in his bed, Pauline was doing the same in hers. Her mind was pounding and she ached for release. By any standards, or most standards, what she had done was wrong. It was sick, terrible, unnatural perverse.
But why did it feel so satisfying, so right, so honest?
My own son! My baby, my baby, she moaned to herself. It was hours before she fell asleep.
The following morning, after she emerged from the bathroom, she entered Rick's room.
He opened his eyes when he felt something touching his feet.
"Time to get up," Pauline said, pulling at his feet under the covers.
He moaned and pushed his head under the pillow. Pauline pulled it away and he turned over, opening his eyes wide to see his beautiful mother. He felt his hard cock pressing against the bed sheets.
"What time is it?" Rick asked, stretching.
"Eleven," Pauline answered softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, in the same spot where she had sat the night before when she reached for his cock.
"Christ, it's the middle of the night!" Rick said with a grin, and tried to get back under the pillow.
"Middle of the day. Julie's coming to clean today, and I want all the linen washed-including your bedsheets."
Rick wondered if she meant that she wanted the dried cum cleaned off!
He sat up in bed and leaned back. He was naked to the waist, keeping the covers around his abdomen, concealing what Pauline had touched the night before.
"Okay, I'll get up, but I didn't sleep very well," Rick said. His words hung in the air like cigar smoke. There was a moment of unendurable silence. Pauline wondered if he were trying to tell her something or if he was just making conversation.
"I didn't sleep well either. I guess the air conditioning was too cold," Pauline added, looking away.
"It wasn't that."
"What?" She turned back to him. "I kept having bad dreams."
"Really?"
"Yeah, mom, really weird dreams. Happens to me often. Back at school my friend Grant would have to slap me sometimes to wake me-I'd be yelling and sweating."
"Dreaming of girls, huh?" Pauline asked with a glimmer in her eye-still trying to find out about his past.
"Wet dreams, sure, like any guy. But they were strange. I don't really remember the details."
Pauline just looked at him and then took his hand in hers.
"I felt so lonely, you know? I'd wonder where you and dad were, when you were traveling, and I'd feel alone and scared."
"Don't ever feel lonely again," Pauline whispered, as she pressed her arm down on the covers to feel his hard penis standing on end. "I've been a lousy mother in the past, but I've always loved you. And I still do, you must believe that!"
"I do," Rick said, almost breathless.
He looked into her deep green eyes. She looked like a beautiful statue, a painting, sitting there before him, her hair full of golden streaks, reflecting the sunlight coming in the window. Rick was overcome with his mother's beauty and he clasped her hand tight.
There was nothing else to say. Both knew the truth of the evening before, and both knew that the other knew it. Rick realized that Pauline hadn't been walking in her sleep, or testing him, or any other foolish thing. She had wanted him! And she knew now, as she stared into his eyes, that he had been awake through the entire thing. He hadn't stopped her. He knew what was happening and that he had cum into her hand. It was because of her that he had climaxed, and not because of some wet dream.
Rick felt her arm pressing on his hard cock. He held her fingers tightly. Then Pauline brought her fingers to his lips and touched them slightly, and finally let her hand rest on his chest. Rick breathed hard. He was excited beyond all expectations-his cock hard, his mouth open, his hard masculine young body sweating in anticipation.
Pauline moved closer to him. It was now or never that she had to get it out, that she had to take this chance or she would never be able to live with herself. Hell with right or wrong! She knew what she felt and she was going to carry it out.
"Rick, I can't get over what a man you are, how mature you are. It's amazing for a boy of sixteen to be so aware of life and love and of 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. I need you to take care of me, to give me what I've been missing."
He gulped. He knew what she meant. "I missed you, mom. I knew there was something more there than the pretty pictures of you hanging over my bed. I'm feeling now like you're more than my mother."
Pauline moved her face toward his, slowly, and then gently kissed him on the cheek. Her silky brown hair touched his chest, rubbed and caressed his firm, hairless chest, sending him into ecstasy. She didn't pull 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. Pauline parted her lips. Rick closed his eyes tight, thinking, please Pauline, kiss me!
Her mouth met his just barely at first, then slowly she let her lips crush against his. Their tongues met in wild fury, darting and sliding in and out of each other's mouths. Rick could hardly breathe. He thought his head had exploded as he tasted the forbidden lips of his beautiful mother.
Pauline pulled away, sat up closer to him and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. He reached around and hugged her body to his. He could feel her ripe breasts pressing against him, inside 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, mashing her firmly throbbing breasts against his chest as her hips began to move uncontrollably on the bed and her cunt started to secrete the hidden liquids of her intense passion.
Rick began to pull away, suddenly scared and frightened, not sure that he would be good enough, but she clutched him tightly, giving him strength and courage. Her tongue caused fire to leap in his loins, surging his cock as if filled 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 that this was a relationship that was honest and true, one that they both wanted, based on real love, and that this moment had had its beginning long ago, building in the circumstances of their lives, an inevitable thing that would have come to pass at some other time, if not now.
Rick remembered the joy that he had felt when he had opened her letters, when he had received pictures of her, when he would dream about her. And Pauline thought perhaps without really realizing it that 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 would-fuck her hot pussy-treating her as a lover first, and as mother second.
Rick's mouth opened under Pauline's lips, and returned the kisses, swirling his tongue around hers, taking 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 sought and located the quivering globes of her firm womanly breasts.
They were foreign to his touch, and yet they belonged to him as the breasts of no other woman would ever belong to him. He moaned and fondled them, amazed at how hard the nipples felt beneath the softness of her robe.
Locked together in an embrace on the bed was a moment of horrible torment for both of them.
They were both rational, intelligent human beings, doing what every person, every book had said was forbidden. But it was right for them, in this moment, and an inner peace settled deep inside Pauline and soon began to infect her son also. Pauline knew it wasn't wrong because Rick wanted her to; she was not forcing him into anything-he was mature and intelligent enough to reject her if he had wished. But he responded, passionately.
Pauline pulled away again and stood up next to the bed. Rick watched her intently, still sitting there, as she opened the belt of her robe, allowing the front to fall open. He saw the dark, wet mound of her pussy hair. It wasn't at all how he had imagined it-it was infinitely more beautiful, infinitely more exciting, infinitely more tempting than he had ever conceived.
Pauline dropped the robe to the floor and stood naked before her son. She looked like a goddess come down from the heavens. Her flowing hair nearly covered her breasts, with only the nipples jutting from the brown strands. Rick thought that she was the most stunning sight that he had ever seen.
Pauline took a step to the bed and lifted the covers. Rick's throbbing cock jumped up, the same prick that she had held in her warm hand the night before. She looked at the big thick cock with the reddish head. She sat down next to him again and let her breasts rest against his cock and abdomen. His body felt a jolt of sheer electricity as her naked hot flesh brushed against his.
She clung desperately to him, kissing him, moaning, while he began to fondle her firm, trembling breasts, naked in his hands. She stopped kissing him and sat up tall, throwing her head back. She wanted him to touch her, feel her, discover her. She wanted him to know her and to love her.
Rick reached up and tweaked one of her nipples. It was hard. Then he touched the other one, and it too was tight and firm. Then he brought both hands up and took hold of them, squeezing them, rubbing them together as he watched with fascinated eyes. Pauline moved forward as Rick inched his face to her beautiful breasts and buried his entire head in them. He kissed, licked, sucked them, wildly, passionately.
He fell back to the bed, his hands still on her tits which were hanging over his chest. He brought his fingers up to her lips, and she kissed them, nibbled on them, and finally drew them into her mouth. She sucked on the fingers of his right hand and Rick thought his cock was about to explode. He closed his eyes.
Then, ever so slowly, he brought his left hand down past her breasts, lightly touching her stomach, inching his way down, down, down till he rested there on the moist lush hair 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.
Pauline'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 giant flagpole. She felt his aching manhood, his throbbing cock, encircled it with her hand as rapture flowed through her veins, feeling his hot, hard pulsating rod. She stroked it lovingly up and down, as her fingernails caressed his balls.
Rick, almost without realizing it, found her throbbing clitoris with his middle finger, and Pauline raised her hips up and turned her body slightly to bring the tiny hard bud into surging electric contact with his finger tip, twisting and undulating wildly as her wonderful manly son began to stroke and caress her burning hot clit as she was stroking his expanded cock.
Rick ran his other hand over her breasts again, and then her legs and thighs, near the point where his other hand was moving in and out of her cunt. Pauline threw her head back and looked down at the giant cock in her hand. Her hair touched Rick's balls, and he moaned at the sensation it caused-it was as if a million tiny fingers were stroking him.
She moved her head almost wildly, dragging her hair over his nuts, up over his cock, onto his belly, and then back again, over his thick sensitive cockhead, down the long shaft, and into the hairy depth between his legs. Rick opened his legs so he could feel the whipping, caressing strands of hair tickle the sensitive hairs beneath his balls, just above his ass-hole.
Pauline moved her head down, down, down, until her son's throbbing cock was only inches from her lips. Rick was going crazy with the feeling of his mother's wet, trembling cunt slit under his finger, her hand stroking his massive shaft, and his brain was now a cauldron of loving passion. Nothing mattered any more. Nothing.
Rick pressed his head deep into the pillow as he felt his cock being encircled by the moist, soft, wonderful lips of his mother. She took his cock slow at first, just the enormous head, fitting her lips around it, clamping them under the glans, swirling her tongue over it, kissing it.
His cock burned with pleasure, knowing that she was taking it into her lips. His hand couldn't find the strength to continue rubbing her hot cunt-he was in another world, floating on a cloud of pleasure.
Suddenly, Pauline got up, brushed her hair behind her shoulders, and knelt between Rick's legs on the bed.
"Mom, you don't have to..."
"Shhhh, it's all right," she whispered, soothingly.
Rick closed his eyes, reassured. He was ready. His hands gripped the sides of the mattress and he spread his legs even wider, thrusting his ass up a bit. He could feel his cock and balls trembling before her, ready for her.
Pauline reached out and took hold of the warmly jerking shaft of his cock, between the palms of both hands, and began to rub it up and down, slowly, enticingly. Rick'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-suddenly it seemed to Pauline that her son's cock had always been in her hands. She knew what she was doing, she was suddenly an expert.
She cupped and stroked his enormous balls, teasing her finger up the full length of his crotch to probe briefly at the tiny puckered sphincter ring of his ass before returning to the thick shaft that was 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 the painful head of his dick.
Pauline stared at his beautiful manly cock. She was obsessed with it. It was bigger and better shaped than her husband's, perfectly shaped, huge! She examined it, caressing it. The skin was soft, without a blemish. It was the same size, the same thickness from the tip to the base, and the head was huge, a helmet on a warrior. At the tiny slit in the end was a drop of pearly cum. Pauline brought her full, round lips to it and with one lick of her tongue, the white drop was gone.
She stared at the reddish head of her son's cock for what seemed like an eternity, as if fascinated by its hugeness, stroking it now and then, teasing his balls with her fingertips. Then, slowly, very slowly, her head lowered and Rick felt the incredible hot, moist softness of her lips kissing the wet head of his shaft, and then her tongue slid out between her lips and probed the opening, searching for another drop of white cum.
Rick reached up, caught her head in his hands, grasping her gently but firmly, at the same time driving his loins upward to sink his cock deep into the warm wet grotto of her mouth, and she opened her lips wide to accept it, to take as much as her mouth would take. .
"Ahhhhhhh!" Rick moaned in pleasure.!"
Pauline made not a sound. She worked hard and nearly drove the boy crazy! His cock ran along the top of her mouth and then slid far down her throat. He knew he was near climax-his mother's mouth was like soft butter around his hard dick, and her tongue seemed soft and loving as it licked up and down and around his pumping shaft. He suddenly held his breath and then let out a gasp.
"PAULINE!" he cried.
Pauline kept her head pounding on his cock. She felt it hard and swollen in her mouth, ready to shoot. She wanted to taste his cum, drink it, drown in it!
"I'M CUMMMMMMMMING?" he screamed as his prick began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that erupted into Pauline's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning cum. Her cheeks were bloated with the huge load of bittersweet fluid, and she swallowed like crazy to keep from choking. Rick pushed his ass into the air and his cock pushed all the further down her throat. Pauline held him there, feeling the hot gushing liquid sliding down her throat, being pumped out of his enormous balls.
Rick's hands worked spasmodically in her hair, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning penis, burying his big cock deep into her throat, and then, with one last groan, he flung his hands to the headboard and grasped it, emptying the last spurt of his virile young sperm into her delicate mouth.
Pauline 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. Rick released his grip on the headboard and flung his hands outward in total exhaustion, a great sigh of release and fulfillment coming from his lips.
Pauline collapsed over him. He held her tightly as their naked bodies pressed together, her head pressed next to his softening wet cock. He opened his eyes and reality began to return. In one quick moment, all the fears, all the love, every emotion he had ever experienced in his young life seemed to hit in his brain, like glass shattering on steel.
Pauline lifted her head and looked at him. He said nothing, just cried.
"Mother, Pauline, hold me, please! I love you!"
Pauline took him into her arms, her big boy, her big baby, her masculine lover, and she hugged him, protected him, sheltered him and loved him.
He continued to cry, his head pressed against her naked hard nipples.
"Cry, baby, go ahead and cry. It'll be all right, you'll see," she said, brushing the tears from his face.
They sat there on the bed for a long time, mother and son, lovers, friends. Rick didn't know it, but there were tears falling from his mother's eyes also. Tears of joy and tears of fear.
She held him till he fell asleep. Then she lifted his head from her lap and drew the covers up over his naked, handsome body. Just as she stood up, she heard the front door open.
Pauline met Julie in the hall. The girl had been her housekeeper and occasional cook and companion for over a year, and they were the best of friends.
"Hi, Pauline. Sorry I'm late. Had to give my mom a ride into Santa Monica," the cute twenty-two-year-old girl said.
"No hurry, lazy day. Care for coffee?"
"Sure, I'll have a cup," Julie said. "Oh, let me throw a few things in the washer first." She started down the hall.
"Julie," Pauline called.
"Yes?"
"Don't wake Rick yet. He had a hard time falling asleep last night and I promised I'd let him sleep as long as he wanted this morning."
"Okay, fine," Julie smiled, "I'll do his room last."
Pauline plugged in the percolator and Julie went to the bathroom to collect the towels. Outside the sun was shining brightly. It was going to be a beautiful summer day.
Pauline and Rick didn't touch each other sexually for two days. Pauline knew Rick needed time to think and resolve the questions in his mind, and she made no attempt to force him. She wanted him only if he wanted her. Thus, she made no overt advances, but at the same time she was never ashamed of what they had done that night and the following morning.
Rick wasn't ashamed. Only scared. It was one thing for a boy to admit that he had a sexual "thing" for his own mother, but quite another to be able to carry that desire into action. His mind was full of contradictions-one minute he would be telling himself that it would never happen again, and the next minute he would be beating off, thinking about his beautiful mother's lips surrounding the head of his big cock. Was he sick? Perverted? He didn't know. Society and that which he had been taught tugged at his mind. And he had no one to turn to for help, no one to talk it out with.
He spent most of his time down on the beach, walking along the Malibu coast, watching the surfers, sitting in the sand, getting tanned. He didn't fear the situation with his mom as much as he feared someone finding out about it. Motherfucker. Was there an uglier word in the English language? He thought not. He had used it. His friends had used it.
But his love for Pauline was tender and beautiful and right. It was the first honest emotion he had ever felt for a female. He loved Grant, as a best friend can only love a.best friend, but that was different. It wasn't the kind of love a man and a woman could share. His mother was the only woman figure in his life whom he had ever loved.
And he wanted to fuck her!
Yes, he wanted to fuck her more than anything on earth! He knew it 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. Pauline had said he was a man now. He wanted to show her just what a man he could be.
But to go that far may be going over the cliff That was his basic fear, 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 be the result? What if Pauline didn't like it? What if he disappointed her?
He remembered what she had told him, "Just let things happen, don't question everything!"
Well, maybe that was the best way. Maybe if he stopped thinking so damned much, things would work out beautifully. He knew Pauline seemed at peace with it. He hoped he could reach that same state of mind.
Pauline stood on the terrace, overlooking the beach. She saw Rick lying on a towel, his tanned body shining in the sun, his white tight trunks outlining his cock perfectly. She had nearly fainted the first time he had put them on-they concealed nothing, especially when they were wet.
Rick turned to his side and looked up at the house. He saw her and waved, and she smiled and waved down at him. Just looking at her, even from such a distance, Rick felt desire swirling in his loins. His cock automatically swelled and his trunks became tighter as he shivered. It happened every time he really looked at her. Yes, he decided as he stared up to see her beautiful dark hair blowing in the sea breeze that he was going to let it happen.
He left the beach and climbed up the steps alongside the house. Two girls were standing by their car in front of the house, just off the highway, and they stared at him for a moment and then giggled. He could see that they had looked down at his trunks, and he imagined that he had given them a fantasy to go home and masturbate over. Everyone looked at his cock, from girls on the beach to the guys back at school in the showers. He had a big one, and he loved showing it off to anyone who cared to look.
"Mom?" he called as he stepped in the front door. He could smell bread baking and when he entered the kitchen he found Pauline sitting writing a letter, and three freshly baked loaves of banana nut bread on the table near her. "Julie baked them," Pauline said.
"Looks great!" Rick said, and sliced a piece for himself. He buttered it just as she finished her letter.
"Oh, Christ, I've got to get going!" Pauline said, starting down the hall.
"What's up?" Rick asked, following her.
"There's a play at the Music Center, going with the Maxwells, and I'm late already," she said as she adjusted her makeup in front of her vanity mirror. She was Wearing only a light smock and her breasts were just visible under the sheer material.
"It's only five-thirty," Rick reminded her.
"We're having dinner first," she said.
"Oh." He finished his slice of bread. "Julie gone?"
"Yes, you must have just missed her when you came up from the sand." Pauline put on her lashes. "She would have loved your reaction to her bread. She's a tremendous cook," and then added, "and she-likes you a lot," just to see how he would react. She wondered if the young pretty girl attracted him.
"She's a nice kid, but that's about it," Rick said honestly. "She's kinda dumb."
"She's sweet," Pauline mumbled, happy to hear his uninterested tone of voice.
Rick stood watching his mother for a few minutes and then he suddenly walked into the room and stopped just a few feet from her. She looked up into the mirror and saw his sullen face.
"Mother, I think I'm going to be terribly honest with you. I really ... I mean I desperately..." he stammered and finally gulped and said, "What I mean to say is..."
"Yes, Rick?"
"Mother, I want to fuck you!"
The room was silent. Pauline's heart pounded, but she kept her cool. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to pretend she didn't hear it, and yet she wanted to flop on the bed and spread her legs. She had wanted him to say it for days now, and he had to pick a time when she was leaving for a play!
She turned to the trembling boy. Her eyes were soft and gentle. He began to relax.
"Rick, darling, yes! We will, we will! But not now, not today."
He looked hurt.
"Baby," she purred, and reached out her arms and hugged him around the waist, pressing her face to his swelling rod hiding inside his white swimming trunks.
Then, without a sound, Pauline slipped her smock to her waist. Her luscious breasts stood out proudly from her body as she yanked his trunks down to his knees and took his rising cock in her hand. It grew as she held it, doubling in size. She watched it until it seemed it would burst.
She knew she would have to hurry. It was selfish, she knew it, but she couldn't cancel the evening and she had spent so much time getting ready that she didn't want to ruin her lipstick and makeup by sucking him wildly. But that was a better reason for doing something that she had always thought about doing, but had never done. She wanted Rick to cum all over her breasts!
She rubbed his enormous cock back and forth. Rick let his trunks fall to the floor, and stepped out of them and spread his legs. Pauline took her hand from his gigantic prick and firmly grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pulling his body to hers. His cock rested firmly between her beautiful breasts, encircled by their warmth. He began to move his loins up and down, rubbing his penis between the huge soft globes. He felt his balls dragging against her stomach, up and down. They tightened and begged for release all over her chest. He was ready to cum, fast, excited. He pushed his cock against her body, feeling the nipples scratching at his legs and stomach. Rick let out a fast shrill sound and grabbed Pauline's shoulders.
Pauline clutched his ass, working his cheeks up and down. She brought both index fingers together, pulling the buttocks apart with the rest of her fingers, and firmly planted them against his hot, tight hole. At that moment he shuddered and the white liquid exploded between her womanly breasts. He moved up and the cum shot against her neck, then down her tits, dribbling over her hot nipples. He moved away and watched the rest of his load shoot out against her. Pauline grabbed her breasts and held them high, together, as he grabbed his cock at the same moment and directed the last spurts of cum directly onto her hard, dark nipples. He pushed against her right breast so hard that her nipple forced the slit in his cock open as the final, desperate drop of semen oozed out.
Rick moved back, hardly able to breathe. Pauline looked up at his dazed face.
"Now be a good boy and take a cold shower and have some supper and stop being a temptation!"
He began to laugh as he picked up his trunks, but he stopped in the doorway, turning back to her. "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Have a nice evening."
"I will, darling," she said, blowing him a kiss as he disappeared down the hall. In a moment she heard the shower running.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pauline and Rick had dinner one evening at Alices Restaurant, on Malibu Pier. "I wonder if people think we're mother and son?" Pauline asked as she started dessert.
"I doubt it. Lovers would be my guess," Rick added.
She smiled.
They ate dessert and drank coffee in silence for a few minutes, and then Rick said, "Oh, I didn't tell you. Grant would like to come and visit for a week for sure, if it's okay with you."
"I told you it's fine. I'd like to meet him."
Rick didn't tell her that he had written Grant everything about them and what they had done. He knew she would be terribly upset, and there was no need for that.
"When does he want to come?" she asked, feeling his leg pressing against hers under the table.
"His summer session ends the first week of August. I guess right after that. College starts second week of September."
Pauline sat thinking for a moment. "Do you still want to go on a vacation?"
"I don't know. This is a vacation!" He held her knees under the table, feeling his cock rising in his pants.
"Well, if we do take a trip, it has to be soon, so we'll be back in time for your birthday, and Grant's visit."
"Great," Rick said, looking into her beautiful dark eyes. He didn't move his hand from her leg.
When they finally left the restaurant, the wind off the ocean was brisk and chilly. They got into the Mercedes and Rick headed up Pacific Coast Highway. Before they had gone a hundred feet, Pauline had her hands in his pants.
"I've been dying to suck you all night," she whispered.
Rick slowed down and looked at her, grinning.
"Just drive, and don't worry about me," she said. And he did so. And so did she. She pulled his cock out of his pants and played with it gently, bouncing it back and forth in her finger tips, never looking at it, just feeling it. She looked out the window, at the shops, at the other cars, at the houses along the road. No one would ever have guessed what was going on down there!
Rick could hardly keep his mind on driving. With each turn of the wheel he could feel his cock rubbing against the steering wheel. His balls were cramped inside his pants and hurt. They stopped at a red light and he leaned back and took a deep breath and said, "Wow!" Then the light turned green and he stepped on the gas.
And at that moment Pauline bent down and slammed her lips over his cock, taking as much of it as she could, sucking him till he begged her to stop. She sat up, her lips wet, with a smile on her face. "I almost came," Rick said.
Without a word, Pauline slid her panties down her legs and off her body and tossed them into the air-they flew over the back of the convertible and landed on the highway. She lifted her short skirt and spread her legs. Rick soon had one hand on the steering wheel and one up her juicy snatch when the car turned onto the road leading to their house and the beach.
He could feel her juices pouring out into his hand and onto the leather seat as she moaned. She grabbed his cock again, and moaned with pleasure as Rick drove right through a red light. He didn't know what he was doing any longer, nor did he care. He was obsessed with fucking his mother.
Finally, he turned into the driveway and stopped the car. Pauline put her leg down and dropped her skirt as Rick tried stuffing his big dick into his pants. He couldn't do it, so he held his jacket in front of him as he put the top up on the car and locked it for the night.
Together, side by side, they walked into the house. In the darkness of the living room, with the sound of the surf rolling in, they kissed each other firmly. Their tongues met, hungry, searching. Rick lifted his mother's skirt and rubbed her wet mound again.
"Tonight, please," he whispered in her ear.
"Yes, baby, yes," she breathed back at him.
They unlocked their embrace and Pauline set her bag down in the kitchen. "Care for a drink?" she asked.
"Brandy on the rocks," Rick said, pushing his soft cock into his pants. He sat down on the rug in front of the fireplace and started to light some paper. In a moment a beautiful fire was roaring, casting an orange glow on the room.
Pauline poured brandy into the glasses, over ice, and handed one to her son and kept one for herself. She put a record on the stereo and joined Rick on the couch.
"Would you hate it if I were to talk honestly with you?" she asked.
"We always talk honestly, don't we?"
"I mean certain words, certain phrases. I guess everyone has something that turns them on, you know?"
"Yeah, I get you," he said, sipping his brandy. "I like talking dirty."
Rick just looked at her, surprised, and strangely excited.
"I mean just a little, every now and then." She sipped her brandy, never taking her eyes from his.
"That's great," Rick said. He wanted to tell her that it turned him on, too, but he didn't. He just wanted to hear it, to hear her talking about his cock and her cunt as they fucked there on the living room floor.
"I think your cock is the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life," she whispered without blinking an eye.
Rick blinked.
"It's certainly the biggest!"
"I ... I guess you're right," Rick laughed. They were starting to play a game now-and neither one was about to let the other win.
"I love watching the cum spurting out of it," she giggled, seductively.
"I go nuts feeling your hot juices 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, to suck your pussy with my lips."
"Oh, baby boy, you've grown up," she whispered.
He was getting hard again. He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and opened his zipper. Pauline saw the white of his undershorts.
"Take off your pants and leave your shorts on," she ordered. "I like to see a handsome guy in his underwear, especially in front of a warm fire."
Rick stood up and dropped his pants and pulled them from his legs. Pauline reached over and knelt on the floor, pulling his socks off. Rick moved his body to the floor and sat facing her. She stared at the thick front of his shorts and then reached out and ran her fingers over the outline of his cock.
"Would you like to fuck me tonight?" she asked.
"I'm definitely going to fuck you tonight."
"In my cunt?"
"In your beautiful, wet, hungry cunt!"
She grinned and sipped more brandy. "Gonna fuck me in the ass sometimes?"
In her ass! Rick had never thought of that! In her ass. "Yeah, sure," he said, hesitantly.
"Would you like to see my tits?" she asked, opening her blouse all the way.
"Here, let me," Rick added, as she was about to unfasten her bra. He reached around her, pressing her breasts to his pelvis, as he unsnapped her bra. It dropped fronvher tits slowly, and he touched them both with one finger. They tightened. 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, Rick darling, bite them a little, hurt me a little," she begged passionately.
Rick bit lightly with his teeth.
"That's it, darling! Bite my tits, make them hurt! Suck them! SUCK THEM!" She was wild now, dizzy with passion in the orange room. She smashed her body down on his and they rolled around on the soft carpet, with Rick's lips glued to one of her breasts.
Finally, in front of the fire, she pulled away. They both lay on their backs, next to each other.
"Rick, I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. It's been over two years! Gently, gently put your huge horse-dick into me and be my baby and fill me with your hot cum!"
Rick could hardly believe his ears! He couldn't stand it any longer. He knelt on the floor next to her and looked down. He undid her skirt and slipped it down off her body. She was naked now, except for her stockings and garter belt. He removed them slowly, gently, teasing her pussy hairs with his finger tips.
Rick took his sweater off, drawing it up over his head, and then his undershirt. He stood up and his mother looked at him and smiled. His body shined in the firelight.
"Take them off," she said, tugging his shorts down, down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. She picked them up and tossed them into the fire.
She looked up to see the enormous thick cock bobbing above her, and the massive balls underneath, swinging like a pendulum. It came to her, down to her, within reach as he bent his knees, but she did not taste it or touch it. She wanted it in one place now-in her hot burning hungry pussy!
Rick took his cock in his hand and rubbed it back and forth as she watched. 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.
Rick moved between her outstretched legs, positioning his body above hers, his cock bobbing up above her waist. He bent his head down and kissed her again. They kept their mouths together for a long time, and then Pauline brought her hands up and ran them over his back, over his ass, down the sides of his hairy legs.
Rick pulled his mouth away from his mother's, drew back slightly while his glazed eyes stared at her naked loveliness beneath him, and looked at the way the tip of his cock touched her stomach.
Pauline whispered, "Rick, darling, now, please! Love me now, put it inside me! I want you to fuck me, darling!" 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 hot cunt. She responded by spreading her legs and then bringing them back together, her cunt biting, sucking at his balls.
Her words pierced the young man's brain and his entire body became inflamed with lust. Panting ecstatically, he lay down even harder on her body, trying to make them one.
Rick moved to his knees. He suddenly felt a pang of fear deep within him. This is it. This is the goddamn fucking moment I've been fearing and hoping for! This was the moment in which he had to live up to his mother's statement that he was now the man of the house, that he was mature, that he was capable of filling his father's shoes. And he wanted, more than those things, to be able to give her the greatest pleasure she had ever known.
Pauline's long, beautiful legs were spread wide, exposing the full expanse of her cunt to her son's loving gaze. Her fingers dug into the moist, slick surface of Rick's cock, guiding the head toward the waiting opening, to the lips of her wet and trembling pussy. She used his thick cockhead to part the soft dark pubic curls and the full fleshy pussy lips. She gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her loving son's hard rod against her sensitive flesh, and he moaned in delight as well, watching the tip of his cock enter her, watching fascinated, as if he were a little boy seeing a movie for the first time! He held his prick with his hand now, and aiding himself with his hips, he 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.
"Oh, Rick, darling!" Pauline gasped, holding her head in her hands as she felt him pushing his magnificent horse cock into her pussy. She raised her pelvis, aiding him, spreading her legs till she thought they would rip apart. It hurt like hell-it had been a hell of a long time since anything but her fingers had been up there-but she loved the pain of his big cock, loved the hurt and the tears it caused.
"Mom, oh mom," Rick whispered, almost to the point of crying. He was in ecstasy, heaven. He knew he would never be able to describe the moment-it was beyond words. It was the finest and rarest sensation of his young lifetime.
He pushed forward again, releasing his cock from his guiding hand, bracing himself on both arms, above her, looking down into her beautiful green eyes in front of the fire. The gigantic cock forced its way into the tightly clenched elastic opening pf her pussy. It was as if he were entering a virgin!
Pauline's hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost the full length of his expanded rod in the folds of her hot, wet cunt, sending it racing along the lubricated passage and on into her belly until she felt his heavy sperm-loaded balls smack solidly against the upturned surface of her soft, satiny buttocks.
I'm inside her! I'm inside my mother's cunt! All sons came from their mothers' cunts; very few had the chance to enter that secret place again. The thought was the most rapturous Rick had ever known, and he was certain now that his wonderful mother loved every inch of his painful prick buried in her hurting pussy. He knew now that she loved him deeper than any mother 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 demanding moans of delight and joy from the sensually undulating body beneath him.
Rick thrust it in all the way!
"AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Pauline screamed as her entire body jerked and jolted. Rick froze, thinking he had hurt her too much, but then relaxed when he saw the look of peace on her face.
Pauline helped him, guided him. It was just as she had dreamed it would be, passionate, animalistic, tender still. Together they began a slow undulating motion. Rick 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 on the floor, demanding harder thrusts from her son's young body. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes, and her body reacted in kind, chills of excitement 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, Rick increased his pace and the length of his strokes, knowing he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano that was brimming in his balls. Pauline raised her wide-open 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 needs and desires.
Now Rick was desperately slamming his swollen cock into his mother with all the young manly force he had in his body. He drew his dick almost all the way out of the tight cunt, and then plunged down again until his swollen balls slapped hard against her tiny puckered ass-hole. The pressure was mounting and mounting, filling his scrotum. His head felt it too; he knew his climax was to come soon; he knew his seed was going to be flooding into his mother's body...
They kissed again and her fingernails dug into his flesh, into his back and into his ass cheeks. She moaned and cried out and hugged him with all her power as he fucked his huge cock in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, my God, baby!" she whispered, and then her voice changed to a shrill tone which shook the entire beach house. "GOD, OH GOD, I'M COMING!"
"Yes, yes," Rick panted, almost there himself, sweat pouring off his face as he fucked his mother on the floor.
"I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!"
He increased his pace even more as she squealed like a bitch in heat, deepening his thrusts as she writhed wildly beneath him, her juices flowing out of her, over his balls, over her ass, into the carpet. Her legs twitched and her toes curled. She banged her feet on the floor and thrashed her head from side to side. Rick was on the brink as he felt her hitting the pinnacle of her orgasm, and he fucked her even harder.
Pauline threw her legs into the air and Rick locked his arms around the hollows of her knees and pulled them up hard, against her breasts. His balls bounced off her tight ass-hole, which was now spread a bit.
The whole picture before him, her sweet and wonderful pussy, her hard tits, her drooling lips, it was enough to make him cum ten times!
He watched his mother's breasts heave and harden as a result of his pummeling cock; even as the nipples grew darker and harder before his eyes, he pumped deeper into her pussy. This was what he had wanted, what he had dreamed about, what he had jacked off over.
Pauline screamed again, a loud staccato gasp. Rick felt her pussy walls begin to secrete more honey along his cock shaft. His cock plundered, his balls ached. She's cuming! My wonderful mother's cuming! He thrust more urgently, determined to make it with her...
He was ready, he could feel it, the sperm waiting to explode out of the tip of his cock deep within her snatch. Pauline jerked wildly, the tiny bearded mouth of her cunt sucking at his cock, feverishly, her breath hitting him in short, ragged gasps. And then it happened!
"RICK! Oh, Ricky!"
"MOTHERRRRRRRRRRR!" he yelled with all his might as the hot cum spurted from the opening in his cockhead. It flowed fast, endlessly into her, deep within her burning cunt, sliding alongside his enormous cock, dribbling out of her cunt lips, rolling down over her ass-hole. It mixed with her juices as his body collapsed on hers, and soon their bodies were mixed with each other's sweat and pussy juice and cum, stuck together as lovers, mother and son, forever.
Pauline's legs dropped to the floor and Rick held her face to his. He kissed her and moved his loins once again, causing his cock to jerk in her cunt one last time. She gasped and begged him not to take it out.
He wasn't about to. He wanted to keep it buried in there forever. He wanted to grow soft within her, to sleep with his cock inside her, and then to get hard in there again and fuck her again! He never wanted to part from her, never wanted to break the union of his cock in his mother's cunt.
Rick rested his head on Pauline's shoulder. He breathed deeply and more naturally now, closing his eyes, feeling the warm cunt still clasping his wet cock, sucking the last of its cream. Their hearts beat together as they lay there like that, not moving, not talking, not flunking.
Rick's tremendous cock relaxed and softened while it was still within her. Then he slowly pulled it out, with the help of her cunt muscles. Pauline caught it in her hand, feeling the wet, spent organ in her palm. Rick rolled over next to her and they lay there like that for a long time, with the embers dying in the fireplace, listening to the sound of the surf beating on the shore. Pauline cupped her son's prick in her hand.
Later, when they were both half-asleep, Rick lifted Pauline into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. He set her on the bed and went back to the kitchen and turned out the light. Then, instead of going to his room as he had done every night since arriving from the East, he went to his mother's room. Pauline was waiting in bed with open arms.
Soon, he was snug beside her. No words were said. What could they say?
Rick fucked his mother just about every night after that. In no time at all he was a master at it, and Pauline loved every minute of it. Suddenly all the qualms were gone, all the fears. They were having a ball balling, having a great time, at peace with themselves! Fuck the world! They would do what they wanted.
Then, on the Fourth of July, they were planning on going down to Santa Monica Pier to watch the fireworks with some of Pauline's friends, when a phone call disturbed their day. Pauline's brother had died suddenly that morning, and she had to fly to Chicago for the funeral, and to care for her sister-in-law, who was taking it quite hard.
"Mother, do you want me to go with you?" Rick asked.
"No, darling. There's no sense in that," Pauline replied, thinking it out. "Funerals are so depressing and I'll be so busy. Katie really is taking it terribly. Besides, you don't even know your relatives."
And that was that.
That night, as Rick was driving his mother to the airport, he said, "You know, I'm going to miss you!"
"Listen, Rick, you're gonna get horny in the next few days. Why don't you find someone and relieve your frustrations. I think it would be good if you had another woman sometimes."
Rick could hardly believe what she was saying. She, in her well-planned way, was not being as generous as he thought. She was very secure-she believed he wouldn't find a girl as good as her. She was willing to bet that whatever, or whomever, he found, she wouldn't be as good as mama. In fact, she thought, he would probably miss her all the more because of it.
They drove into the parking lot. They were early, they had almost an hour before Pauline's flight. Rick drove the car to the middle of the huge and dark parking lot and parked between two big cars.
"Why are you parking here?" Pauline asked.
Rick just grinned and got out of the car and walked around and opened the door. He swung her feet around and reached up and pulled her panties down, ripping them off her body.
"Rick, you can't do that .here!"
He didn't listen. She clung to the dashboard and the back of the seat as he pushed her skirt up and darted his lips between her thighs.
"Oh, my God, Rick!" she panted, realizing what he was going to do right there in the middle of the parking lot at the Los Angeles Airport!
He didn't give her time to think. His face seemed to dive into the dark spot between her lovely legs faster than she could see. Pauline gasped in pleasure and immediately pulled her legs open wide to reveal the full moist pinkness of her vaginal slit.
Rick began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety growth of pubic hair, tongue extended like a rigid poker as Pauline squirmed her pussy closer and closer to the edge of the leather seat, pushing against his face.
Then Rick's face came in contact with the hard little nub and he began to circle it teasingly with his tongue. He spread her cunt lips with his fingers and darted his tongue in and out of the exquisite opening, licking the soft lips with each backward pull.
Pauline's hands played with her son's hair and pulled it 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 through her flesh.
"Don't stop, darling, don't stop!" she moaned. "Eat your mommy's box, suck her cunt, suck it hard!"
Rick pushed his head hard between her legs.
"Don't stop till I cum in your mouth!"
At that point, Pauline couldn't have cared less if a busload of boy scouts drove up and watched. She was past all caring about anything but the forces of overwhelming love and desire for her son, who was now orally fucking her, kneeling on the cement, licking her cunt, kneeling next to the car. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, moving his tongue downward along Pauline's cunt lips, tasting, licking, biting softly.
Rick moved his long tongue down, his eyes rubbing against her mound as she fell back in the seat, and slid the tip of his rigid hot little poker over the tight opening to her ass. She lifted her leg to the seat so her ass-hole was spread before him.
Rick licked it again and again, over and over, till Pauline thought the world was ending. The sound of jet planes roaring over them made her head ache, both in pleasure and pain. She writhed and breathed hard as she felt his tongue licking her ass-hole.
Rick brought his tongue up again, smashing it into the depths of her cunt, in time now, in rhythm, fucking her. In and out and in and out and in and out. Pauline's hands trembled and her thighs quivered wildly as she felt the pinnacle and her climax struck wildly there in the parking lot. Her entire body convulsed, her neck muscles stood out like steel bars as the long hot tongue of her son continued to slide into her beautiful hot pussy.
"Oh, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky," she moaned as it came all at once. He tasted it, lapping up every drop of the delicious womanly fluid.
He lifted his wet face. Pauline was in another world, but he helped her sit up and compose herself. "Gotta get you on that plane," he said, wiping his face with a piece of tissue.
When they started walking toward the terminal building, Pauline noticed the hard-on in Rick's pants. "I mean it, Rick," she said. "I want you to go home and do something about that hard-on!"
He looked at her and grinned. Maybe. Maybe.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rick drove home, straight home, not heeding to his mother's words to find a girl to fuck. He still had an erection, but it had been a long time since he had played with himself. Yeah, he would have a good time with himself tonight!
He was lying on his bed, bare naked, surrounded by pornographic pictures, his hard cock in his hand, a drink next to the bed, music on the stereo, when the door to his room opened and he saw a face staring at him!
"JESUS FUCK!" he shouted.
Julie froze, staring at his cock, not believing her eyes. "I ... I'm sorry!"
But she didn't move. Rick quickly pulled the covers over his dick and said, "What the hell do you want? What are you doing here at this hour?"
"Where's Pauline?" Julie asked. "I want to borrow her hair dryer. Mine's broke, and I have an interview in the morning with..."
"Look, I don't give a holy fuck!" Rick shouted at her.
Suddenly, then, she turned and ran.
He got up, pulled on his robe, and went out to find her. She was in the kitchen. "Hey, Julie, I'm sorry for shouting."
"I didn't ... I didn't mean to walk in like that. I didn't think you were at home."
"You all right?" Rick asked.
"Yes. Where's Mrs. Hunter?"
"Her brother died. I just took her to the airport."
Julie looked sad. "Oh, I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, well, it's okay. Listen, help yourself to the hair dryer or whatever."
"Thanks, Rick," she smiled, and walked down the hall to Pauline's room.
Rick still felt a little embarrassed so he just sat in the living room till she came back with the hair dryer.
"Thanks, Rick," Julie said. "I'll be in tomorrow to do the cleaning."
"Bye."
Fifteen minutes later he lay in bed, his cock harder than before. His mother's words pressed into his brain. He didn't want anyone else, but she had asked that he find someone. True, eating her sweet-tasting cunt had left him horny. He started looking at some of the pornography he had.
He leafed through pages and pages of pictures and became excited at seeing all those cock, cunts, tongues, ass-holes, in millions of arrangements. He was still hard, but he was desiring a new thrill, something different. Julie had sparked something in him when she had caught him with his big cock in his hand. He went to his mother's room and sat down on the bed, next to the pile of clean clothing Julie had put there earlier in the day. Julie! Sweet little cute cunt, Julie! Rick knew he didn't want to fuck her, but maybe he could do something else.
He found her phone number on his mother's desk and dialed the number, figuring she would be home by then. Her mother answered. It seemed like forever before the girl came to the phone.
"Julie, this is Rick Hunter."
"Oh. Hello, Rick."
"Listen, Tm really feeling lonely. Would you come over and visit for a few hours."
There was a pause at the other end. "Visit?"
"Listen, Julie, mom's gone and I want to see you, can you figure that out?"
She thought of him lying on his bed naked, his big hard penis standing up in his hand. She didn't even think it over. "Yes." And she hung up the phone, told her mother Pauline wasn't feeling well, and she was going to spend the night in Malibu.
Rick sat in the living room. Now that she is coming, what the hell am I going to do with her?
Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Rick opened the door to find Julie standing in the cool night air, a small suitcase in her hand, and a big smile on her face.
"Hi," Rick said.
"Hi again," she smiled, and walked in. She noticed he was only wearing his terry cloth robe.
"Care for a drink?"
"Well, sure, why not? Anything."
"Coming up," Rick said, and went to the bar.
Julie suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She didn't quite know why she had come back to the house. Sexual desire? She had desired Rick ever since the first day she had set eyes on him. The idea of being daring, lying to her parents? Taking advantage of Pauline's son while she was gone?
Rick held a glass of brandy in front of her and she accepted it without looking at him. What struck her was the fact that he didn't move once she had taken the glass from his hand. He just stood there, in front of her, his hairy legs touching her knee.
"You look scared," Rick said.
Julie looked up and mustered up a smile. She didn't really mean it. She desired him, but she didn't particularly like him. Rick moved and sat in a chair, spreading his legs so she could see his undershorts.
"I'll regret this in the morning," Julie suddenly said.
"No you won't. I don't want to fuck you."
"I don't know if that's a compliment or a cut," she said with a biting tone of voice. "How about some games?" She just stared at him. "Games."
"Yeah, fun games."
"Forget it, I'm going home!" She stood up.
"SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" Rick shouted at her. She obeyed. "I saw the way you looked at me when you waltzed into my room earlier! You couldn't keep your eyes off my cock!"
"It's so damned big, what do you expect!" she said, and got up again, setting her drink on the coffee table. She didn't know what to do. She knew she should play the shy role and pretend to hate him. But she had wanted his cock in her cunt for so long. This seemed too good to be true.
"You're really cute," he said.
"You're really vulgar," she snapped back.
"Little spitfire, huh?" Rick joked, and then ripped open his robe and pulled the front of his shorts down. His gigantic cock jumped out, half-hard.
Julie's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. This was it, she knew it. She had to walk out or join in. She unbuttoned her blouse.
"You like looking at it?" Rick asked her.
"Yes," she said, taking off her blouse.
"Wanna touch it?"
"Yes," she whispered, dropping her skirt to the floor.
"Go ahead," Rick said, pulling his hand away. He let the nead of his dick stick out of his shorts as he spread his strong masculine legs.
She walked over to him and stood there, clad only in her panties. Her breasts were small, unexciting compared with his mother's. She knelt down between his legs and reached out and touched the tip of his prick lightly with her finger tips.
"It won't bite," Rick said.
"It's so big!" Julie gasped as she rubbed the tip with her whole hand.
"Take my shorts all the way down," Rick ordered. She started pulling them down with her hands, but he stopped her.
"With your teeth!"
Rick stood up, above her, pushing her down to a spot in front of his legs. She grasped the elastic band of his shorts in her teeth and pulled down. 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," Rick commanded.
And she did. She grabbed his cock, rubbed it, toyed with it as if it were a plaything, caressed it, pressed it between her fingers. Her hands cupped his balls and ran along the inside of his thighs. He was still only half-hard.
Rick moved his body down in the soft chair so his ass was resting at the edge of the chair, in front of the girl's face. She began to take his cock in her mouth, but he pulled it away.
"No, not that," he said, knowing she could never be as good at sucking cock as his mother. "Lick my balls," he ordered instead, lifting his legs high and wide, dropping them over the sides of the chair.
Julie lapped her wet young tongue over the huge sac between his legs. Rick grabbed his dick in both hands and held it tight. It stiffened, and the girl continued licking his balls, hot and wet, over and over. She tried to take them in her mouth but they were too large to fit. She sucked on each one separately, drawing as much of the ball sac into her lips as she could.
Rick's cock was hard now and he began to jack off himself as he watched the girl's eyes staring up at him just above his rolling balls.
"Lower," he said, sliding his ass forward. It reminded him of what he had done to his mother in the car earlier that night.
Julie licked under his balls, at the hard flesh between his nuts and his ass-hole.
"Lower, lower," Rick whispered breathlessly. All at once he felt her tongue lash out against the tightness of his ass-hole. She pushed hard and the tip of her pointed tongue entered him, then drew back and attacked again.
Sensations of wild pleasure and pain rippled through Rick's tanned body. The girl was sucking now, eating his ass-hole as hard as she could, as hungrily as she could, obeying his command, pulling his buttocks further and further apart with her hands.
Rick couldn't stand it much longer. He knew he was ready to cum, he could feel the liquid swelling in his nuts as they bounced on the girl's wet face. He closed his eyes tight and held hard to his cock.
"Lick my ass, honey, stick your tongue up it!" he cried. Drops of perspiration formed on his forehead. He felt the girl's sharp tongue violating him according to his demands. The image of Pauline, her body spread naked and open on the bed in front of him, Pauline with her cunt spread in the car at the airport parking lot, images of his mother danced in his mind-and the cum gushed from the tip of his cock!
He held his throbbing cock in the air, opened his eyes and watched the river of hot liquid run down its length. Julie's head bobbed against his balls, still licking his spread ass-hole.
"Get my jism!" he shouted suddenly, and Julie lifted her head and gasped as her eyes watched the orgasm pour down his tightly clenched fingers. Immediately she opened her lips and sucked at the gob of cum on his hairy nuts, drawing the thick wad of cream into her mouth. She caught each final gush, each drop. She licked the head of his cock, his finger tips, his pubic hair, his thighs. She found every bit of the white cum and lapped it up like a little puppy.
Rick slumped back into the chair, his legs still spread over the arms of the chair. Julie 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. Julie couldn't see Rick'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.
Rick 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 Pauline. Pauline with my cock between her breasts. Pauline in my arms, naked.
"Did you dig it?"
The voice startled Rick. He had been dreaming.
"Was it good?" she asked.
Rick 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 her pussy lips.
"Come on," she giggled, "I know you liked it."
"It was okay." He said it without much feeling-purposely.
"Sure tasted good. There was enough of it!" She smiled out of the corner of her mouth. Her hand completely covered her crotch now, thinking she was teasing him. "Wanna screw me?"
"Not particularly."
"What?"
"I told you before that I didn't want to fuck you."
"You said you weren't going to, not that you didn't want to!"
Rick just looked at her with a blank stare. "I don't want to and I'm not going to."
Julie sat up. "So what happens now? We play scrabble?"
Rick laughed.
"You cum once and it's over."
"No."
"You afraid you can't cum again."
"No."
Julie looked at him a long time. He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs again. The girl stared at his cock, his big soft cock hanging there between his legs. She got onto her knees and took her small breasts in her hands, pressing her pink hard nipples between her finger tips.
"I'll bet you'd like to watch," she said, winking.
"Sure, I'll watch. I said we'd play games, didn't I? Your turn." Rick stretched his body out, placing one leg up over the side of the chair. His cock lay on his leg and he reached down to take it in his hand.
Julie sat in front of him and continued to rub her breasts. He was fascinated because they were so different-so different from his mother's. The girl only seemed to be a half-woman, a girl-child, someone who had far to go to make it to womanhood like Pauline. Pauline Hunter carried her femininity with style. She had class. She was truly a woman.
But Rick found the girl on the floor in front of him to be an interesting diversion, a plaything. She touched the head of his cock as he watched her 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. Rick watched the nipples tighten and grow hard. He gripped his cock and felt it beginning to swell.
Julie saw his rising member and smiled, still playing with her rigid breasts.
"Do you fuck a lot?" Rick asked.
"Sometimes."
"Jack off?"
The conversation excited Julie even more.
"Sure, a lot."
Rick's cock was hard again. The words were exciting him also. "How? How do you do it? What do you use?" He had never talked with a chick about beating the meat.
Julie stopped rubbing her tits. "What the fuck do you mean, how do I do it?"
"What do you use? Your fingers?"
"Coke bottles, dumb ass-hole!" she said cynically. Then she relaxed and said, "Yes, my fingers mostly. But sometimes I like to put all sorts of things up me, a broom handle, a hot dog, even a cucumber."
"A CUCUMBER!"
"Yeah, a cucumber! You know what a cucumber looks like? Stick one up your ass sometime and see how it feels!" She flopped back on the floor and spread her legs and sighed. "SHIT."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm perfectly happy," she sang out. Then she yelled, "I'M FUCKING FRUSTRATED, THAT'S WHAT!"
"Finger-fuck yourself for me. Please." His voice was soft, urging.
She couldn't resist. She 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 ass-hole and her pussy were open before his gaze.
Very slowly, Julie pulled the cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go and then slipped the index finger of her right hand to the hard little cleft that guarded the entrance to her ass.
Rick moved forward in the chair, 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.
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, Julie slid the length of her finger up into her burning ass-hole and held it there. Rick watched closely as the cleft opened to admit the finger, and remained tightly locked around it.
He reached up and placed his hand on her pussy, rubbing it softly as she moved her finger inside her ass-hole. Then in one fast move, Rick slid his middle finger inside her cunt, deep inside. She panted and thrashed her hips on the floor of the room, feeling the two fingers inside her body, alternating between the thrust of one and the pull of the other.
Rick's finger moved in and out of her wet hot quim, but his eyes were intent on the girl's own finger, sliding easily in and out of her ass-hole.
Suddenly she stopped and pulled her finger out. But Rick didn't. He slid another finger into her warm pussy, causing her to twist wildly on the floor. She moved her body in such a way that she turned over and faced the floor, with Rick's hand still within her. Quickly, she pushed up and braced herself on all fours, her cunt and ass open to Rick's view.
"Do what I did," she said.
Rick stopped and pulled his fingers out. He almost laughed at her ability to stop in the midst of what seemed like great passion and tell him to do something else. He took his hands from her body and moved to kneel directly behind her spread legs.
He touched lightly at her ass-hole with his fingertip. It was hard and very warm, surrounded by soft light hair, a deep pink color. She moaned and he pushed the finger harder, afraid he would hurt her. He tried to insert it but it wouldn't go in.
Julie spread her legs as far as they would go.
"Wet it," she whispered, and Rick immediately spit onto his fingers and rubbed the liquid against the opening.
Rick 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 smooth 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 the hot canal, drawing greater whimpers of increasing desire from her mouth. Rick thrust his finger all the way in and she gasped, loud. He pulled it back out, all the way, and slid it back in again. His cock ached between his legs.
Rick then pulled his finger out again and put both hands on the firmly quivering moons of her ass, using his thumbs to pull the hotly perspiring crevice apart, wide apart, to reveal the tiny little puckered opening to her rectum. 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, now slightly cringing anal opening.
"Oh, yeah, Rick, put it in there!" She sounded as if she wanted to be hurt, wanted to be dominated. "FUCK MY ASSHOLE!"
Rick pushed the head against the opening. He thought it would never go in. His mind reeled and he suddenly wondered what he could do. His immediate fear of hurting her was overcome when he realized the pleasure she was evidently anticipating. What was bothering him was whether he should save this ass-fucking for his mother or make Julie beg to be fucked in the ass.
Rick stopped pushing and pulled his hips back. Quickly, he moved his head to the sweating opening and kissed it hard, poking his tongue into her ass-hole. And then, just as quickly, he leaned back against the chair and sat holding his cock with both hands.
Julie turned around with a look of rage in her eyes. She didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at him. Rick grinned at her and then looked down to his cock.
"You're not going to fuck me in the ass, either?" she asked.
"No."
"Then I'll fuck myself!" And with that statement, she got up and walked into the kitchen. In a minute she emerged with a cucumber.
"A goddamn cucumber!" Rick said, fascinated. He watched as she sat on the floor and put the tip of the cucumber between her cunt lips.
"Oh, it's cold," she said, spreading her legs as she moved the hard cold thing up and down the lips of her pussy.
"Shove it in, come on, let me see!" Rick said.
Then, in one move, she fell against the floor, down on her back with her knees raised, and thrust the long green thing into her cunt. She sighed and took her hand away, and the cucumber stuck out about an inch from the curling pubic hairs.
Rick grabbed the cucumber in his hand and pulled it out, and then pushed it back in again, again and again, twisting and turning it while she moved her body in pleasure on the floor.
"Oh, far out!" Julie said. She was loving it, nearing a climax easily, undulating on the floor as the good-looking guy fucked her with the cucumber.
Then, just as she started to cry out, just as she was about to cum, Rick pulled the cucumber from her wet cunt and took a bite of it.
Juhe sat up and watched him chew, startled. "You're fucking crazy," she said loving and hating him at the same time.
Rick tossed the rest of the cucumber 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, just in front of the terrace doors.
"Can you take that?" Rick asked, pointing to the candle.
"What?"
"That candle. Can you take that up your snatch?"
"Looks like your cock," she said, still hoping he would change his mind and fuck her.
"Candle. Not cock," Rick corrected. He got up and took the candle from the table and set it on the floor between them. It was about nine inches tall and very thick, and the top was rounded a bit. It had never been lit.
"You know something?" Julie asked.
"What?"
'This may be better than your cock!" She stooped down and brought her body within inches of the candle, eager to watch the large member enter her.
"Go at it, pussycat," Rick grinned, holding his cock in his hand as he moved down on the floor, watching closely.
Julie moved her body so the tip of the candle touched the spread lips of her cunt. Rick stretched out his arm and firmly grasped the base of the candle, holding it steady. His eyes looked up into the warm hairy crotch about to plunge itself onto the length of wax.
Julie easily pushed down and the candle entered her waiting wet snatch, just by lowering her body slightly. She closed her eyes and visualized it to be Rick's cock that she was sitting down on. The candle was large and a slight shiver of pain ran up her spine. She looked at Rick sprawled out on the floor and saw his big prick standing up against his belly. Oh, I want his cock inside me!
Rick watched closely as the candle slowly disappeared into the girl. Her cunt seemed to be sucking it in, pulling it up into her. He could see the lips hugging the length of the wax, lubricating it, helping it enter. Finally she could take no more. Her cunt was almost to the floor and the lips touched Rick's hand at the base of the candle.
In a swift movement, Julie fell back on the floor and lay with her legs open in front of Rick. He grabbed the part of the candlestick that was sticking out and eased it out of her cunt. It slid easily enough, just like his cock slid out of his mother's cunt, and then he pushed it back in.
Juhe spread her legs wide in front of him, lifting her ass from the floor, grasping her legs in the air behind her knees. Rick worked on the candle with both hands, pulling it almost completely out of her burning cunt, and then thrust it back in with all his might, hurting her a little, fucking her with the stick in his hands while the tip of his extended prick bobbed against the pretty ass-hole.
Julie felt the hot cock hitting her ass with each stroke of the huge candle. She wished to hell that Rick would put his cock up her ass so she could be fucked in both places at the same time. Her senses all seemed to disappear as she felt nothing but the sensation of pleasure ripple through her young body.
Rick grabbed the candle in one hand now and took hold of his cock with the other. As he shoved the candle in the girl's aching cunt, he pulled at the shaft of his cock, rubbing the swollen head against her puckered ass opening.
"Rick, oh, please cum there, cum in my ass-hole!" She had her eyes shut tightly. She spread her legs as far as they would go, opening the full plane of her ass-hole to his beating cockhead. She felt each stroke of his hand along the huge organ as he glided the skin up to the glans and then back down again. She felt herself cuming!
"HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!" she screamed, feeling the juices pouring from deep within her. Rick felt his hand suddenly slicken with the warm liquid. It poured from her, dripping down the candle, over his fingers, onto the edge of his cock where it served to lubricate her spread ass and excite him all the more.
He felt himself ready to shoot and immediately stopped moving his hand under her cunt, leaving the candle deep within her, moving his blood-engorged cock from her ass. Julie dropped her legs, still panting from her orgasm.
"I thought you were going to cum in my ass," she breathed.
"No."
"You fucking bastard," she said, out of breath. Then she sat up and looked at him. "I'm getting outta here."
He just smiled at her.
She made no move to leave. She just sat there, candle still in her cunt, looking at him.
"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 pleaded, wrapping her hand around his cock.
Rick leaned back against the chair again, pulling his cock away from her touch. "You can look at it but you can't suck it."
"I give good head, you'll see," she said hungrily.
She wanted to get his huge dick in her lips more than she wanted it up her pussy now.
Rick saw how much she wanted it-hell, she was practically foaming at the mouth-and he was determined to drive her insane with desire, and yet never quite satisfy her. It was all an experiment to him, a game to play while mama was gone.
Julie just sat there, watching him play with his enormous beautiful dick. "Was it always that big?"
"Yeah, sure, I was born with it. I weighed in at nine pounds, and my cock weighed another ten!"
"Very funny," Julie said, and tried to touch it, but Rick slapped her hand.
"Prick!" she said.
He continued rubbing it with one hand while his other hand played with his balls. He stared at the ghTs tits, at the hairy damp mound between her legs.
Suddenly, Julie attacked him, jumped him, slamming her lips over the end of his dick, sucking at it. Rick tried to pull her off, but it seemed as though she were clamped to it. He moved his body and she took it all the way into her throat, deeper than anyone ever had.
Rick grabbed her hair and pulled it, forcing her to lift her head. His cock slipped out of-her mouth and he tried to jump up, but she grabbed him and in a moment they were wrestling on the living room floor.
He fell on top of her, his hard cock hitting her stomach, and she wrapped her arms around his body, trying to kiss him, but he kept moving his head to the side, and finally she put his ear into her mouth and pressed her tongue into it.
Rick rolled over, drawing Julie up on top of him. His cock slipped between her legs and stuck into the air, between her buttocks. Julie reached around and grabbed the tip, rubbing it behind her ass. She felt a drop of liquid there as she smoothed her palm over the rounded head. She dug her fingers into his back with her other hand and then they rolled onto their sides.
Rick finally pulled his body from hers and brought himself to his knees in order to straddle her. 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 the powerful position now and he knew he would take advantage of it. Julie looked up at the huge cock hovering over her lips. She tried to get it into her mouth, but each time she lifted her head Rick pulled his body up and his cock jumped away from her.
Slowly he brought it down to her lips and let it tap her there. But just as she opened her mouth to receive the huge prick, Rick again pulled it away. She was begging for it, her tongue swirling around her tips, moans coming from her throat. She writhed on the floor under him, kicking her legs, but Rick held steady, hurting her wrists, teasing his cock against her face.
Rick pressed his ass to her breasts and began to slap her face with the length of his prick. She loved it 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 the corner of her eyes, tears of frustration rather than pain. She wanted to taste it, to suck on it, to feel the load of cum slide down her throat.
Rick released her hands and stood up, directly above her. She rubbed her wrists and then took hold of his legs. She couldn't see anything but his long hairy legs and the giant rod towering above her. But she heard his voice. "Put your hands in your pussy and don't take them out."
Julie reached down and felt herself, felt her cunt, and opened the tips. She slid most of her right hand into her pussy opening and then found her clit with the index finger of her left hand.
Rick stood there for a minute until he heard the girl's moans and knew she was getting off again, obeying him. He lowered his body once again, this time directly over her face, and moved down till his ass was directly above her lips. She kissed him there, directly on his ass-hole, rubbing it with her tongue.
Rick began to beat off his cock.
Pulling hard at his tremendous 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 jacked off his swollen cock directly over her face.
Julie's eyes followed each stroke. She rubbed the hard nub of her clit as her other fingers twisted and turned deep within her throbbing pussy. She desperately wanted him to cum on her face.
She watched the tip of his rod grow purple as he stroked it above her. Each time he brought his hand to the tip, the little slit opened a bit more, and finally a large drop appeared at the end. Julie lifted her head a little, trying to lick the white droplet of cum from the head of his cock, but Rick grabbed her hair with his left hand and held her head to the floor.
Julie looked up in agony as the drop thickened and slowly fell from the head of his cock to her waiting lips. She felt the warm liquid on her mouth and she rubbed her lips together, as if she had just applied lipstick, and then tasted his cum with her tongue.
She wanted more of it, all of it! She wanted his big hot cock in her mouth! She begged, pleaded, but Rick wouldn't relent. The more she begged, the faster he beat his cock. The more she pleaded, the harder he held her head to the floor.
Suddenly, Rick felt her finger touch his ass. The finger was hot and wet, having been lubricated in her pussy. She probed for a moment and then slid it into him. He screamed in pain and stiffened his entire body. But she didn't pull her finger away. She gave a hard shove and sent it up his ass-hole!
"HOLY CHRIST!" Rick shouted. He couldn't stand it any longer. The feeling of power, the feeling of superiority, the girl beneath him begging for his cum, for his cock, the girl who was violating his ass-hole and finger-fucking herself-he couldn't stand it any longer! He almost stopped breathing as he felt the finger wiggling deep inside his ass-hole.
He came! "GOD!" he yelled and it gushed from his cock, pouring from the tip onto the girl's face. Julie was sure he would slide the huge organ into her mouth when he shot off, but she found out that she had been wrong. Rick wanted to watch her beg for it as it flowed out of him, wanted to watch it squirt all over her pretty young face.
The first spurt covered her lips and her chin as her eyes opened wide to see the white cum rushing from his cock. She could feel the contractions in his ass-hole as each spurt came. She opened her mouth wide and Rick dropped his cock to her lips, watching his cum slide down the length of her pink tongue into her gurgling throat.
Finally, it tapered off and stopped, as Julie swallowed his jism down her throat. He took his hand from his cock and braced himself on the floor. He released her hair and immediately she pulled his cock into her mouth and sucked the last of the cream. She eased her finger out of his ass and held tightly to his buttocks with both hands.
Rick stayed in that position, above her, until he stopped panting. His cock softened in Julie's mouth and she kissed it and caressed it with her tongue as he lifted it out of her lips.
Rick finally fell to the floor next to her.
A moment later, Rick said, "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"I loved every minute of it," Julie said. She paused a minute, as if she weren't sure that she should continue. Then she said, "I didn't tell you but I have a boy friend and all he-likes to do is fuck. He won't even let me suck him. It was fun doing something different."
Rick was kind of glad to hear that.
They were silent for a long time. The sound of the surf could be heard through the house. Rick loved the beach. It was so peaceful.
"Pssssst."
Rick lifted his head from the floor. "Huh?"
"We'd better get some sleep. The sun will be up soon, and I've got lots of work to do tomorrow."
"Sure, let's go to bed," Rick said, getting up. He picked up her overnight bag and carried it to his room. "You can have my bed."
"Where will you sleep?"
"In Pauline's room," Rick said happily.
CHAPTER SIX
No sooner had Pauline returned to the beach house than she and Rick were fucking. They had forgotten about Julie, however. She was doing the laundry in the utility room, and she had forgotten the washing powder, which was in a closet at the end of the hall, near the bathroom.
Just as she bent down to grab a box of detergent, she heard a noise. She knew Rick had brought Pauline home, but she thought that they were down on the beach walking together. She listened closely, standing frozen. What she heard was unmistakable.
Rick and Pauline were fucking!
Well, it didn't really surprise her all that much. She had guessed that there had been something going on between them, and the idea of it always excited her.
She knelt down on the floor just outside the room and tried to see into Pauline's 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 didn't believe it. Rick's voice was crystal-clear, even through the door. "Mother, I'm aiming in your beautiful cunt!" Julie felt between her legs. She would have given anything to see what was going on in there.
For days after that, she remembered Rick's shouts. She couldn't get the picture of Pauline fucking her own son out of her head. She almost referred to it on several occasions, but each time lost her nerve.
Sitting in the kitchen with Pauline a few days before Rick and his mother were to go to Big Sur, Julie remarked that she hadn't seen Rick all day.
"He's down on the beach," Pauline said, pouring strawberry lemonade for both of them. She pointed down to the beach. There was Rick, lying on a towel in his tight white trunks, his tanned body looking as if a Greek god had fallen from the stars and landed on the sand.
"He sure is getting dark," Julie said.
"He sure is. Darker than me!" Pauline looked down at her son. "He's a beautiful boy, isn't he, Julie?"
"Sure is."
"Weren't you amazed how big his cock is?"
Julie almost spit her drink from her lips. She turned purple as she slowly turned to Pauline in amazement.
"Well, weren't you?" Pauline asked, as if she were talking about the weather.
Julie still could say nothing. She just sat there with her shocked mouth open.
"I was, the first time I saw it. Actually, when he fucks me, I'm still amazed that I can take something so huge."
Julie gasped. "I-I don't know what to..."
"Julie, darling. Rick and I have no secrets. We tell each other everything. I know all about that night I left for Chicago.
"You do?"
"Actually, I'm to blame for it. I told him to do it."
Julie drank more lemonade. "You told him?"
"Well, I didn't exactly tell him to go get you, but I did advise him to find some younger girl, see what it would be like with her. I figured he'd call you." Pauline smiled.
Julie slouched in her chair. "It was a very strange evening."
"But you loved it, right?"
Julie looked down at Rick on the beach, "Right."
"You know," Pauline said, pulling a fresh strawberry from the drink, "he really loved your finger up his ass. It was the first time anyone did that to him." She ate the strawberry and licked her fingers.
Julie mustered up a smile. "I don't believe this!" She was shocked, for the first time in her life. She and Pauline had been good friends for a long time, but never in their close relationship had they ever discussed sex in such realistic terms. Julie was amazed at Pauline honesty. And she felt she had an obligation to be honest also.
"I'd give anything to be you," Julie suddenly said.
"How do you mean."
"Beautiful, rich, having Rick."
"Well, I'm not so sure . , . . " Pauline stopped abruptly. She looked into Julie's eyes. "How long have you known about us?"
"I guessed it weeks ago. But I didn't know for sure till a few days ago, when you returned. I heard you in the bedroom, I heard Rick shouting when he ... "
"When he came?"
Julie nodded.
"Do you think I'm a sick woman?" Pauline asked.
"Oh, no. Of course not! I told you, I envy you! I admire you. I mean, what other mother would ever have the guts to go through with a thing like this? Who'd accept it? I think it's pretty fantastic."
Pauline was happy to hear that.
"You know, I used to dream all the time of sucking my older brother's cock! Really, he'd walk around naked all the time, the big jock you know? One night I was so horny I almost went to his room and attacked him, just to put his cock in my mouth!"
"You should have," Pauline smiled.
"Maybe," Julie murmured.
They both looked down at the beach again. Rick jumped up, ran into the water, wet himself from head to toe, and then flopped back on the blanket.
His cock was almost clearly visible wider his white nearly transparent wet trunks.
"I love him more than anything in the world, Julie," Pauline said softly.
"I think he loves you just as much," the girl said, putting her hand on Pauline's shoulder.
Pauline hugged her a bit. "Julie, I know he does! And it makes me so happy!"
They got up, joined hands, and walked out onto the windy terrace. Rick was looking up at them. He smiled and waved and they waved back.
Suddenly, crazy ideas flashed through his mind as he saw them standing there together, their arms around each other's waists. The beautiful woman with the younger, sweet pretty girl. He thought of them making love, Julie sucking on his mother's pussy. His cock began to harden and he wondered just was was going on up there. He had never seen them so close, touching, so happy.
He picked up his towel and started up the steps to the house.
They were sitting in the living room, talking. "Sun too much for you, beach ass?" Pauline kidded.
"No, just thought I'd see what you two are doing. I was bored down there." He walked through the room, tossed his towel onto the bar, and continued down the hall. In a moment he returned with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He took a beer from the refrigerator.
"I was talking to Julie about us, darling," Pauline said.
"Oh?" Rick asked.
"She's dying to watch us fuck," Pauline purred.
Rick's eyes widened. He'd heard her wrong, he was sure of it. "What?"
"She's dying to watch us fuck. We've been having a long talk and I've been telling her about us. She knew anyway. I think it's very good, this way we don't have to try to hide things in the house."
"Wait a minute!" Rick slammed his beer down on the counter. "This is heavy, you know?" He flopped into a chair near them.
He thought about it for a moment. Okay, so Julie knew, so what? Maybe she would like to watch, he could dig that! He was just so amazed that his mother could sit there talking about their sex life as if it were what they were having for supper. Oh, shit, why not! "When's the performance?" he asked.
"I'm ready anytime," Julie said, anxiously.
Pauline stood up. She opened her blouse and took it off, exposing her bare breasts to their view. Then, without a word, she unzipped her shorts and dropped them to the floor. Then she took off her panties and stood naked in the center of the room. She was a beautiful sight and Julie envied the woman's body.
Pauline walked over to her son and pulled the towel from around his waist. She fell to her knees and looked at his bare, hardening cock. She took it in her mouth and moved it around with her tongue, knowing it would be hard in seconds.
Julie began to strip, tossing her clothing on the living room floor. She kept her eyes glued on the woman's beautiful head bobbing between her son's legs.
Soon Rick was hard in his mother's mouth and he watched as Julie came near them, her eyes wide, watching their every move. She moved in closer to see Pauline's stretched lips sliding up and down the thick shaft of his cock, and Rick ran his hands through his mother's hair.
Pauline let the penis slide from her lips and she brought her hands to it, rubbing it, playing with it, as Julie watched, spellbound. Rick was still playing with his mother's hair, and then he reached up and grabbed Julie's hair in the other hand and pulled on it slightly. Pauline brought her hand up to the girl's thighs and lightly rubbed her pubic hair. Julie thought she would faint!
Instinctively, at the right moment, Pauline and Rick got up and moved to the floor, pushing the coffee table close to the couch in order to make more room on the floor. Rick sat down and his mother knelt in front of him.
"My cunt is on fire, Rick darling. And the only thing that will put the fire out is your cream. I want you to fuck me with your big fat cock as Julie watches." She reached down and touched the throbbing pole.
Her words and the touch of her fingertips on his cock caused a convulsive reaction in Rick, as if an electric 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 watching him fuck his mother filled him with added excitement. He had been hoping that Grant would want to watch when he visited, and that he could talk his mom into letting it happen-now he was sure she would agree to it.
Pauline stroked his prick 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 to 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.
Julie almost didn't believe what she was witnessing! A young lovely mother kissing her own son on the mouth! A mother stroking her grown son's prick! A mother who was going to be fucked by her own son! Julie rubbed her burning, sensitive clitoris with one hand, while the other played with her breasts.
"You want to fuck me, darling? I know you want to screw me, I know you do," Pauline moaned just loud enough for Julie to hear. Julie had never dreamed that Pauline would say such things!
"Yes, mother, yes," Rick said, rolling his eyes. "In the ass, how about in the ass? You'd like to stick it up my ass, honey, wouldn't you."
"God!" Julie gasped.
Rick opened his eyes. Pauline was serious, he could tell. It was something they hadn't done, something he had wanted to do for a long time, but never had the nerve to suggest. Now he didn't need the nerve-he had an invitation! She was asking for it.
"You want to fuck me in the ass, don't you, little baby? Don't you, my big-cocked boy?" Pauline grasped his cock.
"Yes, yes, do it," Julie said, panting as heavily as Pauline.
"Yes, mother, yes," Rick whispered, throwing his head back.
"Do it, baby!" Pauline screamed.
"Oh, Pauline, I love you!" Rick yelled.
Pauline. He had called her Pauline. Julie's mouth opened. They were lovers now, not mother and son. She thought she was dreaming.
"Please, Ricky, do it! Fuck me in the ass!" Pauline moved away from him a bit.
Captivated under the spell of what was about to happen with his mother and with the pretty girl watching, Rick's mind reeled with the fantastic situation, and he found himself more excited than he had ever been in his life. "God, you're beautiful," he said to his mother.
Rick looked over at Julie, who was just a few feet from them. She had her hands buried deep within her thighs. She smiled and winked and her eyes were full of anticipation.
The tanned hunky boy looked down at his mother's big, rounded breasts, moving on her chest, shining with sweat, the nipples standing straight up. She was beautiful-truly beautiful-as he stared at the naked splendor of her firm, finely proportioned legs, the dark triangle of her pubic mound hiding the pink petals of her cunt lips. He ached with desire.
Rick moved forward and pulled his mother up into his arms. His mouth covered hers, his tongue sawing wildly between her opened lips as if it were his cock sawing into her soft, womanly cunt. One hand cupped her left breast, squeezing the firm flesh, his thumb rolling maddeningly across the round, distended perfection of its peak. His other hand slipped the finger into the softly pulsating wetness and elicited a low moan of approval from Pauline's throat.
Rick suddenly felt another hand touch his. Julie had moved near them and brought her hand to Pauline's crotch. Rick immediately removed his finger and Julie's took its place, driving deep within the folds of Pauline's heated pussy.
Rick brought his hand up Pauline's back, lovingly stroking her shoulders, playing with her long brown hair. They kissed lovingly, holding each other tight. She felt his distended cock against her stomach.
Julie drove her finger as deep inside Pauline's lovely pussy as she could. She brought her other hand to Rick's ass and moved her middle finger between the crack of his cheeks, rubbing it through the thick hairs, and finally resting it against his ass opening.
Julie's hands, caressing and exciting their bodies, drove Pauline and Rick into a tornado of passion. Rick's head moved down and he dropped his mouth over one nipple and began to suck like a child at the hotly throbbing hard tip. Pauline's entire body was enveloped in searing flame, and she began to undulate her hips wildly against Julie's probing finger, sliding up and down the hot, secreting cuntal furrow.
Rick's balls ached wildly as he felt Julie's hand slide between his legs and grasp them from behind. His mind was filled with the incredible excitement of the situation-his mother, this girl. His lips sucked at his mother's breast joyously, his finger still tracing patterns along the small of her back.
Pauline reached down and grasped his cock in her hands, moaning softly at the pleasure that she felt surging through her at the contact of his hardened cock.
Julie held tight to Rick's sweating balls. She let her head touch his leg and she lightly licked at his knee with her soft tongue. Rick shivered.
Pauline 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, sliding it lower till it touched her soft pubic hair-until it touched Julie's hand between her beautiful legs.
Rick sighed at the deliciously tickling contact of the softly teasing curls of his mother's mound and of the girl's wet hand against the swollen head of his cock. He felt his legs giving away as Julie licked at his knee.
"Mother, I can't stand up any longer," he said, bracing his body against hers. Julie withdrew her hand from Pauline's cunt and guided Rick's thick cock between the woman's standing legs. Immediately, Julie moved behind Pauline.
On her knees, Julie pulled Rick's staff with one hand and pushed Pauline's buttocks apart with the other, so his cock looked as if it were sticking out of Pauline's ass. The tip was dark red and looked as if it would burst any moment. Julie took it in her mouth, plastering her face against Pauline's curved smooth ass, her nose digging between the cheeks. She sucked at the head of Rick's pole, running her tongue around the glans.
"Oh, my God!" Rick breathed, holding onto his mother. He shoved his body against hers as far as he could, pushing the end of his cock deep into
Julie's mouth, the shaft of it firmly against the lips of his mother's cunt. Pauline opened her mouth and bit his shoulder lightly. Rick knew that he had to pull away or he would cum immediately.
He moved his body back. His cock fell from Julie's mouth and he dropped to the floor as he pulled away from his mother, kneeling in front of her. Immediately, he plastered his face to the folds of her womanly cunt, driving his tongue deep into it. His chin bumped Julie's, who was now sucking hard against the woman's ass-hole, lubricating it for the massive cock that would soon be plunging in and out of it. Pauling spread her legs wide, racked by the pleasure of the two tongues. She couldn't take it any longer. She too fell to the floor.
"Fuck me, Rick, now," she begged, looking into his eyes.
"Yes, do it, please do it," Julie mumbled, holding Rick's big cock with her finger tips.
The words of the two females probed at Rick's young brain like a hot branding iron. He moaned softly, then dragged the voluptuous, lust-crazed woman onto the rug, his cock leaping like a wild animal at the thought of what he was going to do to her. Pauline roiled over and braced herself on all fours, urging him behind her, ready to take him.
Julie watched, breathless.
Inflamed with passion, Rick crawled up on his hands and knees, drawing up to her, turning her so the full splendor of her firmly rounded buttocks were presented to his obscenely peering eyes. His hard, thick cock with its lubricated wet head almost touched the tiny opening of her anus as he began to stroke her buttocks, teasing her ass with the tip of his finger, lewdly enjoying the moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat.
Pauline spread her legs as far as they would go. Rick moved into position, his cockhead tapping at the ridge of her ass-hole. Julie fell back against the floor, her head between Rick's legs. She looked up. The tip of his cock against his mother's ass-hole was directly above her. She could watch the huge cock entering and violating, while still being free to manipulate herself.
Rick needed no further encouragement. His lust-filled eyes glazed over, then with a brutal forward lunge he pushed the head of his cock through the tiny, resisting mouth of her ass-hole, till the lips closed around the head.
"Oh, Rick, darling!" Pauline moaned in pain and pleasure.
"Hold on, mama, this is it!" Rick panted. Julie gasped as she watched from beneath. Then in one long steady movement, Rick bored his cock far up into her tight ass, tearing through the rubbery canal to bury itself almost to the hilt.
"OHHHHHHHH! GOD!" Pauline screamed as she felt the huge hot rod searing her virginal ass-hole.
"Jesus," Julie breathed as she watched the cock disappear into the beautiful woman's ass-hole. She reached up and brushed Rick's balls with her fingers and then felt the hot hard point where the cock entered the woman, and she felt the rigid, tightly clenched flesh surrounding the huge thick cock. She fingered Rick's cock, the bit of the shaft that wasn't in his mother's ass, and then brought her hand up to caress Pauline's gaping cunt.
"Rick, baby, fuck me hard! Hurt me! Fuck me in the ass!" Pauline was in heaven, feeling Julie's fingers toying with her pussy, feeling her son's cock up her hot ass.
Rick clutched at the hard helplessly squirming hips, flexing again as he lunged still deeper into the depths of her quivering ass, deeper into the warm forbidden ass-hole of his own mother.
The pressure pushed Pauline forward and Rick reached up under her heaving body to cup her swinging breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers and he pushed forward with long, brutal strokes of his cock, the rubbery walls of her ass expanding before his invading rod. Finally, as Julie's hand held tight to his hanging balls, he buried every last inch of his cock into her wide-open ass.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," Pauline cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was floating on a cloud of pain and pleasure now, aware of nothing but feeling, emotion, being. She wasn't thinking or questioning or analyzing. The fucking ruled her body now, not her mind. "Fuck me hard, son," she moaned, almost with a tone of masochism.
Rick fucked her hard, hard into her gyrating buttocks, his cock soaring deep into his mother's ass, his hands squeezing her breasts as if they were molding clay between his fingers, his loins smacking against her upturned cheeks savagely. His balls hammered hard against her wetly secreting pussy below. Julie's hands were both deep in her own cunt, driving her near orgasm.
Pauline's lovely, smooth buttocks were a blur of motion, gyrating, twisting, slamming backward against his pistoning cock as she reveled in the feeling of his cock up her ass. Crazily, she buffeted back against the superbly expanded cock sunk hard and hot in her ass-hole, sweat rolling in thinly trickling rivulets over her beautiful body, down from the crevice between her straining hips to mingle with the juices coming out of her cunt. The heat of her pussy became too much to bear and so she moved her left hand down under yet, along her heaving belly and across her testicle-flattened pubic mound to the trembling bud of her clit.
Julie's eyes took in everything, the lunges, the swollen cock plunging in and out of Pauline's ass-hole. She watched intently as Pauline fingered her own cunt, and opened the lips with her wet fingers. She saw Rick's big, huge, cum-filled balls banging back and forth above her face, hitting his mother's cunt.
Pauline rubbed her forefinger faster and faster over the tiny quivering nub, feeling the spiraling heat of her climax approaching at a rapid pace now as she felt new waves of heat through her insatiable 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 she approached the wonderful climax she knew she was about to reach, Julie heard Pauline let out a soft sigh, then a scream, and she knew she was cuming! She lifted her head and pushed her face into Pauline's cunt, covering the woman's own fingers, burrowing her tongue in alongside them. Then she tasted the sweet juice rushing from the woman and her lips and tongue lapped it up. She licked the wet hairs and the big balls hanging near there, as Pauline withdrew her fingers from her spent pussy.
Julie dropped her head back to the floor. She heard another moan, a long, low sound from Rick, and then she saw his balls tighten and shrink as he pushed his cock into his mother's ass-hole at an insane pace.
"Mother, I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!" he squealed like a little boy! He jerked his ass and lunged and pulled back and Pauline felt a shot of heated liquid deep up her hot ass as spasms attacked his body. He came in long, enormous spurts, and he could feel each one leave his cockhead, running down the length of his cock, dripping out of his mother's ass-hole.
Julie caught every drop in her mouth. The cum poured from the violated ass-hole and dribbled down Rick's balls, and then to her lips, her face. She licked every drop, the cum mixed with the sweat of Pauline's ass, and then watched as Rick finally pulled his wet, red cock from his mother's ass-hole.
The final spurt of Rick's semen fell to Julie's waiting lips. She sucked it into her mouth, taking as much of the organ as she could, cleansing it, tasting the hot cum with her tongue. She sucked on it till it softened.
Pauline's ass hurt, but it had been worth it. She felt that it had been one of the most exciting fuckings she had ever had, and she knew that Rick felt the same way..
Rick's cock hurt and he held it in his hand and leaned back against the chair to rest.
Julie was almost overcome with pleasure. What she had witnessed was something she never could have imagined in a million years.
"Well, Rick," Pauline finally said, a few moments later, "shall we ask Julie to stay for supper?"
Rick winked and smiled at Julie. "Yeah, let's. She's like one of the family, anyhow!" Julie giggled.
A few days later, Rick and Pauline sat on a blanket in a little private cove at Big Sur. They were spending a few days to themselves, vacationing, taking in the scenic splendor of the California coast.
It was a warm day and the ocean breeze felt good. They talked about college and what was to come.
"Sometimes I think I don't want to go to Yale," Rick said. "I mean just because I've been in New
Haven for years doesn't mean I have to go there!"
"But a scholarship is hard to pass up," Pauline reminded him, however sad that he would be leaving.
"I'm going to miss you," Rick said, taking her hand.
"It won't be that bad. I mean, you could have chosen to go to school in China or someplace!"
Rick laughed. 'True, but you know, it's going to seem strange not being with you every day." He lay back on the blanket, his tanned body gleaming in the sun, resting his head in his hands. His white trunks were pushed down so far that his dark pubic hair showed clearly.
Pauline looked at her magazine and finally closed it. She was wearing a big floppy sunhat and dark glasses, protecting her eyes from the bright sun.
"When's Grant arriving?" she asked. "Sunday afternoon."
"Good, that'll give us a few days to get settled after we get home. You know what Thursday is?"
Rick smiled. "My birthday," he said softly, almost embarrassed.
"Sixteen years old!" Pauline laughed, pressing her fingers to the bulge in his trunks. "And I wonder if it's going to grow bigger with the years?"
"I hope not," Rick giggled, pushing her hand away.
"You're getting old."
Rick put his head up for a second, "Mature, mother, not old!"
They both laughed and sat there, feeling the spray from the salt water, watching the birds fly overhead. They didn't find the need to talk a great deal-they had acquired a rapport unique between mother and son. Each somehow knew what the other was thinking and each somehow sensed when the other was upset or worried.
And this was one of those times.
"Rick, what's wrong?" Pauline asked. She had seen it brewing in his mind for days, in his eyes. She felt this was the time to bring it out into the open.
"I told Grant about us," Rick said, with his eyes closed.
There was a long silence.
The sound of gulls echoed in the cove. Waves rushed up on shore and retreated. Then, finally, Rick turned to his mother and saw her blank stare.
"I'm sorry, mom," Rick said softly.
"Don't be sorry. I don't mind that you told him. After all, I shared the secret with my friend, didn't I?"
Rick nodded.
"I don't mind that you told him," she repeated, but then added, "only I pray you didn't laugh at me or joke about our relationship."
Rick sat up and touched her shoulder with his strong hand. "Mother, of course not! I wrote out of love for you and out of frustration to tell someone. Grant is my best friend, I love him and I have no secrets from him and I love you. I needed someone to talk to, someone to listen to me. I'd never laugh at you or make this less beautiful than it is."
She felt tears welling up in her eyes as he played with her hair, hanging down beneath the sunhat. "I love you," she whispered, lifting the hat from her head, shaking her hair in the sun. She pushed her glasses up to her hair and wiped her eyes.
"That's what I'm so worried about!" Rick said. "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 would naturally reject, and now we have to part." He felt her breast in her bikini. Her nipple hardened under his touch.
"Rick ... "
"I'm scared!" he blurted out. "I'm really fucking scared!"
Pauline answered him with a long and loving kiss. Rick brought his hand up and brushed against the back of her head, feeling her silken hair, and then rested his hand on her shoulder. He pulled back and took a long look at the slender frame of the 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 Rick delirious with passion.
Rick wanted Pauline to take his hard cock from his confining trunks and make love to him there. He ached for it, wanting it more than anything in the world at that moment. He loved the feel of her dark, soft lips over the head of his prick, loved how her lips slid along the shaft, bringing him to an ecstasy like no other-she sucked his cock perfectly and the orgasm was always great. That's what he wanted now, his mother to suck his cock right there, on the beach, under the hot broiling sun.
Pauline understood the look in his eyes as he lay back against the blanket. He arched his hips into the air and with a quick look around, Pauline pulled the white trunks from his body. His throbbing cock shot up and rested against his abdomen and belly.
Pauline's long fingers moved up the inside of his leg, over his testicles, and finally up the length of his swollen member, playfully tickling the head.
Rick moaned and spread his legs so one foot rested in the sand and the other was stretched under her on the blanket.
"You gonna cum in my mouth, baby?" Pauline whispered.
"Yes, oh yes," Rick moaned, feeling the sun beating down on his naked body.
Pauline's tongue followed the same trail her fingers had taken, working up his hairy leg, over the sac between his thighs, up along the hard thick cock and finally coming to rest 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 Rick crazy with desire.
He reached down and grabbed one of Pauline's breasts, releasing it from the top of her bikini, tweaking the hard nipple with his finger tips.
"Oh, baby, baby," she purred against his cock.
"Mom, mommmmmmmma," he moaned as she licked the rounded head of his magnificent cock.
Pauline bit down very lightly on the blood-engorged head, and she licked the warm wet tongue up and down the little slit in the end. Rick felt his whole body stiffen as she let the organ slide full length into her mouth, rubbing the back of her throat. She wished she could take it all, every inch, down to the thick hairs at the base. But it was just too long! Then she bit slightly, and the sensations of her teeth running along the length of his throbbing dick sent waves of pleasure through Rick's body.
Pauline 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 so the head was just above her face, so alternately she could lick the tip of his massive organ, then his balls, then the tip again.
"I'm gonna fucking explode!" Rick gasped.
A drop of cum appeared on the tip of his hot cock, and the slightly salty taste of the white seminal fluid excited Pauline all the more. She thrust his cockhead into her lips and sucked it deep, eating the droplet of cum, beginning steady up and down movements with her head as she held it straight up with her clenched fist.
"Pauline, Pauline," Rick moaned, holding her head in his hands, helping it move. He looked down and saw her lips envelop the thick shaft of his cock, her hair sprawling over his body. He knew he couldn't hold back his cum much longer and his balls felt as though they would explode any second.
Pauline wanted to feel his hot sticky masculine cum fill the inside of her mouth, her throat, and slide down into her belly. The thought of it made her body burn like a fire gone out of control, and she sucked hard, using all her strength, taking nearly the entire stretched length of her son's distended cock into her throat.
Rick thrust his ass off the blanket, ramming his dick into his mother's throat. "I'M CUMMMMMMM!" he shouted, gritting his teeth and pounding his fists into the sand.
Pauline sucked ferociously as the hot liquid spurted deep into her throat. The pungent taste drove her crazy with passion-her cheeks hollowed out, bloated, as she feverishly gulped down the cream that shot out of her son's incredible cock. She wanted it all, and she greedily sucked and gulped it down her hungry throat. Her belly jerked and her pussy felt wet between her legs.
Rick was in ecstasy. It seemed better than ever. His entire body moved in spasms with each load of cum spewing from the tip of-his excited cock. He wanted it to last forever, and he lifted his head to see his mother's bobbing head, her face jammed tightly around his swollen dick, jism encasing her soft lips.
Pauline kept sucking till the last drop had been spilled from his cock, and then she let it slip from her mouth. She rested her head next to it, breathing deeply, rubbing his balls with her gentle hand.
"Oh, mother, I love you," Rick groaned.
"I love you too, darling," she said, almost talking to his cock.
She kept her head there as his cock softened in the summer sun. Rick played with her hair as he let his body relax after his tremendous orgasm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rick had had a wonderful time in Big Sur, but it was as if the vacation had ended the summer. Grant would be arriving, and soon they would be off to college. Soon he would have to part with his mother-the woman he loved.
They arrived home in the afternoon, and Rick told Pauline that he was going to take a nap. He went into his room, stripped naked, and flopped on the bed.
The situation had been difficult to accept at first, but with time and love he was now able to accept and live with a sexual relationship with his mother. He was in love with her now, very much in love with her, and the thought of having to leave her was frightening. He knew that he couldn't stay in Malibu, that he couldn't give up college and his scholarship, and yet he wondered how he would be able to stand being away from her.
Christ, every time I think about her I get a hard-on!
His cock was hard again, but he just let it press into the mattress. Maybe Grant would help, but he knew the decision ultimately had to be his own. He wasn't jealous of Pauline. He didn't mind sharing her with other men if that's what she wanted, but he knew that he would be insanely jealous if she were far from him for any length of time.
Rick felt his cock burning against his stomach. He began to feel a cloud of paranoia hovering over his head and he wished he could shake it. He wanted to run from the situation while it was at its best, 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.
Rick reached under him and grabbed his cock. He wanted to run away. He wanted to leave her. He didn't want to hurt Pauline-Pauline, I love you!-but he thought he had to hurt her now rather than take the chance of hurting her later in their life. He didn't think things out as he lay there feeling his hard cock, didn't even try to understand the roots of his fears and frustrations. He only felt the urge to run.
He turned over and beat his cock up and down, moaning as he felt his orgasm building.
Pauline walked past his door and heard him on the bed, but she left him alone, respecting his privacy, his peace of mind. Son, lover, or both, he still had a right to make his own decisions and be alone when he wanted. However much she wanted to run into the room and grab his cock and take it in her mouth as she had taken it on the beach the day before, she held herself back and went out onto the terrace.
Rick beat his dick hard, up and down, spreading his legs. He thought of Pauline on the beach, of fucking her in the ass with Julie watching. He thought of his pornographic pictures, cum running down the faces of sweet young girls. He held his breath and pumped his cock as hard as he could, begging for release.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he moaned, and felt his stomach and chest wet with his hot cum. He ran his hand through it, massaging the cream into his skin as his cock pumped a good load all over himself. Then he turned over again and let the mattress soak it up as he sighed.
He knew now what was bothering him. Cuming had relieved some of his frustrations, made him able to think straight. He was afraid Pauline would meet another man while he was away at college-he was afraid that she would fall in love and marry again. She's mine! He wanted her always, to possess her, to satisfy her, to make her happy, to please her so much that she would never want anyone else.
Rick Hunter was young and in love and very insecure.
Pauline was perhaps the opposite. She felt no guilt, no jealousy, no fears. She was secure in her situation. She was deeply in love with the handsome boy and she wasn't looking for anyone else. If she were, wouldn't she have found him in the two years since Jack's death? She was satisfied and happier than ever before, except for the early years of her marriage. She wanted the best for Rick, and although she knew she would miss him terribly, she knew it would be best for him to go to college. There were no threats.
College. Pauline stood up and looked out over the balcony, over the ocean. Why Yale? She had never really thought about it. Why not a school in California? She was sure he could get a scholarship. Yes, she knew a man in Berkeley, a man who had been close to her husband, and he owed her a favor. Oh, God, why didn't I think of this before? Pauline ran into the house and opened her phone book.
As she dialed the number she realized too that she wanted Rick to be sure of what he was doing. She thought that it was because he wanted her so much that he had never really had another girl. She wanted him to go through some college, to take the chance that he would find a girl at school who attracted him-and yet she knew, believed, that no girl would ever come near satisfying him as she could.
"Yes, I'd like to speak to Mister Itkin, please. He's on the Board of Regents," Pauline said.
"One moment, please," the operator said.
As she held the phone, Pauline smiled. She would surprise him. Yes, that's what she would do. She knew he planned on going to school with Grant-well, hell, if Grant didn't like it, he could damn well move to California too!
The next morning Rick was awakened by a loud knock on his door. He opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock. Ten-thirty. He had only been asleep for five hours.
Pauline opened the door and walked into the room. Rick sat up.
"Good morning," she said pleasantly.
"Hi, and hey, why so early? I couldn't sleep all night."
"You know what today is?" she asked.
Then he remembered. "Oh, yeah, I'm seventeen fucking years old!" He flopped back to the soft bed. "Big deal. I feel more like twelve."
"Hey, come on, stop that," Pauline said as she walked to the bed and sat down next to him. She bent over and kissed him on the forehead. "Happy birthday, darling," she said, and then handed him two car keys.
"What ... the ... hell?" Rick sat up straight, wide awake now.
"Your birthday present," Pauline said, getting up. "I hope you like it." She didn't tell him that he would be needing it to come home on weekends from college in San Francisco.
Rick jumped up and slid into a pair of jeans. "Mom, what is it?" he called as she walked down the hall.
He followed her to the living room and then out the front door. There it stood. A gleaming silver Datsun 240Z! Rick's mouth opened in disbelief.
He jumped into the car and sat behind the wheel, looking at the controls, the dials, the soft-leather interior.
"Tape player and all," Pauline said.
"Oh, God!" Rick looked up, pulled her face down to his and kissed her on the lips. "Thank you!"
"I knew you'd be surprised!"
"Damn!" Rick said, still not believing it was his.
Pauline sat in the car with him for a few moments, and reached over and put her hand into his pants, feeling his soft cock. "I'd go for a ride with you, but I've got a cake in the oven."
"Oh, mother, it's fantastic!" Rick said, kissing her again, pressing her breasts under her blouse. "I want to speed up the coast in it, naked, with you sucking my cock as we zoom along at a hundred miles an hour!"
The fascination of the cars moving in front of him, cars, people, everyone going somewhere, gave him the urge to run-to continue driving away from Los Angeles, maybe away from California, away from Pauline. For a moment he thought that that would be the best thing, just to turn around and to go. He suddenly wanted to get back into the car and take off, driving anywhere, to the edge of the earth, just to get away. Rick thought that now was the time to leave, to leave his mother and lover behind, to leave his life behind. But he didn't do it.
He crossed the highway and stood on a high rock overlooking the water. He sat down and watched the sun set over the blue Pacific, sitting there for hours, resting, relaxing. Yes, he would take the chance of things working themselves out. He was smart enough to realize running away wouldn't accomplish anything. Perhaps now, with a car, he would be able to enjoy college more, and he would be able to fly home on all vacations to be with Pauline.
Pauline was surprised when Rick didn't show up for dinner. She thought it strange, but she wasn't worried. She figured he was so fascinated with his new car that he had probably driven all the way down to Mexico.
But as the hours slipped by, she began to get worried. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Pauline paced the floor, biting her nails. The normal motherly thoughts raced through her mind: He's been in an accident! He's been hurt! He's in the hospital.
Pauline was pouring herself her fifth brandy when Rick walked in the door. He looked tired, upset, and he felt ashamed.
"Darling, where have you been?" Pauline exclaimed, jumping up. "I've been worried sick!"
"I'm sorry, mom," he said, as he began to cry. He ran through the room and out to the terrace, where he stood leaning over the balcony, sobbing.
Pauline held him in her arms. "It's all right, baby, it's all right," she said soothingly, rubbing his head.
He turned and hugged her, his tears falling against her cheek. They sat down on the lounge chair and she cradled his head in her arms, against her breasts. They sat there like that for a long time and Rick again felt loved and protected.
Finally, Pauline moved her hands to his head and pulled him up to look at her. Their eyes met and they kissed. Then she stood, he took her hand, and together they walked back into the house.
Rick turned out the lights in the living room and lit a candle near the fireplace. They hugged and fell on the couch.
"Oh, Pauline, I love you so much," Rick said tenderly, sweetly.
"I love you too, Rick darling," Pauline murmured.
The reflection of moonlight streaming in the sliding glass doors caused her huge eyes to glow a soft green. Rick brought his lips to hers, looking deep into her eyes, deep into her thoughts.
"How would you like to go to school in San Francisco?"
Rick didn't know what she was talking about.
"What?"
She smiled. "Berkeley."
"How can I?"
"Well, darling, it's time I told you my secret." And she went on to tell him that her friend, Dr. Itkin, had arranged with Yale that Rick's scholarship be transferred to Berkeley since it came from an independent foundation. Rick could hardly believe it. It seemed too good to be true. He had never really wanted to go to Yale in the first place. It had just been the thing to do. Going to school at Berkeley would mean he could be near his beloved Pauline, near home, and that made him very happy.
"I don't believe it! I don't know what to say!" Rick mumbled, over and over.
"Don't say anything, darling," Pauline whispered. "Show me!"
Rick brought his hand up to feel her firm breasts under her long robe. The nipples became hard as he brushed his finger tips over them.
Pauline opened his jeans and wrapped her fingers tightly around the head of his standing cock. They kissed for a moment and then Rick pulled away.
"Let's go to bed," he said.
Pauline stood, and then they walked hand in hand down the hall to the bedroom.
By the time Rick stepped out of his jeans, Pauline was already lying naked on the big bed. He crawled onto the huge mattress to join her. He ran his fingers lightly over the whole length of her excited womanly body.
She purred softly as his hand ran up the smooth skin of her thighs and brushed against the fuzzy pubic hairs of her crotch.
"Oh, that feels nice! It tickles," she said.
"Feels nice on my fingers too," Rick added.
"Would feel nice on your cockhead too, I bet!"
Rick 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 by 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 folds of her cunt.
When he reached her clit, he could feel the throbbing little button harden under his touch, and he stroked it gently but firmly with his middle finger. Pauline responded by spreading her legs even further, and moaning deep in her throat.
She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress in time with his manipulation of her clitoris, and Rick could feel his cock harden and twitch in excitement as he felt her. He knew her entire body was tense with passion, reacting to his probing finger.
Positioning himself between her widespread legs, Rick couldn't resist his urge to feel her tight cuntal passage any longer, and he felt for the crevice of her small round buttocks. He came in contact with her tiny puckered ass first, and he pushed against it with his finger for a second. She quivered and squirmed her buttocks against his finger and he then moved it up along the damp valley to the fleshy opening of her hungry cunt.
Rick shoved his middle finger into her, into the smooth slick passage as far as it could go, and he felt the tight wet walls hotly grip his fingers as it probed deeper and deeper into the warm recesses of her cunt.
Pauline moaned. Rick grew more excited from the tantalizing touch sensation of her tight pussy. His cock was now hard and throbbing from the blood pressure filling it. He decided that he had to put his aching dick where his finger was buried. He had to fuck her, had to screw the living shit out of her!
"Now?" Rick whispered. "Yes, baby, now!"
"I'm gonna fuck you, mother, I'm gonna fuck you!"
"Baby, baby, baby," she moaned.
Rick 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 cock lay across her moist wide-open cunt, along its full length. He had her legs pinned back, and his shoulders and her frim breasts pushed into his chest as he lay heavily on top of her.
Pauline's face was just a few inches from his and he could feel her warm breath against his cheeks. Just by the feel and sound of her breath, Rick found her lips 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, and it seemed to him that they were doing this for the first time.
Rick 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, the moisture from her tender cunt. It felt as though she were flexing her cunt muscles, letting her pussy lips squeeze and hold 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. Rick gasped as she found his pulsating rod and fondled the swollen glans, the hard tip, with her cool long feminine finger.
He pushed the upper part of his body away until his smooth chest was just barely making contact with the hardened tips of her firm womanly breasts. He moved it from side to side, brushing lightly against the sensitive twin mountains of creamy womanly flesh.
"I love you, I love you," Pauline whimpered, 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 the 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.
Rick smelled the fresh brown hair spilling over the pillows and he buried his head in the strands. He suddenly felt his mother move her hips, rolling them against his throbbing cock, the wet canal of the widespread pussy teasing his dick into even greater hardness.
"Now, Rick, please."
"Oh, mother!"
"Now, honey, now!"
'Tin gonna fuck you till you can't even walk!"
He lifted his hips slightly and she grasped his hard cock in her hand, moaning aloud as her fingers felt the immense size of it. She guided the blood-filled tip up and down between her legs, parting the moist lips of her hot cunt. Her pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against the head of his dick, till Rick thought surely he would explode!
Driving his hips forward at exactly the right moment, he pushed through the tight opening of her cunt, plunging the thick head of his cock inside her. The wet walls of her cunt seemed to clamp tightly around his swollen prick, as he pushed inward a few inches.
Pauline arched her back to take in the whole length of her son's beautiful dick. Backing off very slightly, he pushed ahead again, parting the clasping walls of her cunt as his thick hard pole rammed into her womb, but held back from driving it to its full length.
His flexing love probe stretched and expanded her cunt, sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her ready to scream to have it all inside her. She readied around his buttocks and tried to pull him down, desperately trying to screw her cunt up onto his large throbbing horse-dick.
He could feel the urgency of her attempts. Finally, he let go and rammed down into her. His huge cock slammed down into the grasping pussy like an exploding piston, and her hungry cunt clamped around it and hugged it with its warm honeyed walls.
Rick slammed his balls against her puckered ass, and his cock hit bottom. Pauline 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 Rick lunged even further. His balls smacked loud against her ass. She hadn't expected him to go so deep, so hard, but he kept on pushing wildly, mashing his pelvis against hers.
She was impaled on his big cock, and he held it still for a moment to give her the chance to feel it in there, all the way in there, strong and tight and hot. She was completely under his control now, and both of them knew it.
Rick ground the lower part of his body slowly into the soft flesh beneath him, and Pauline strained up to adjust to his huge sunken shaft. Then, very slowly and carefully, she came back down off the long column, her pussy sliding with a wet, slurping noise until just the tip of his cock remained in her.
Pauline held herself in that position for as long as she could, and then arched her hips up and sucked the long shaft into her cunt again, inch by inch, until the thick hair of her mound was again pressed hard against his loins. The tight, moist walls working up his cock shaft seemed to pull hard at every nerve along the way, and he felt the pressure building in his balls, the pressure of the hot cum beginning to build in his nuts. The end of his long cock moved with wild sensations as it slid up deep inside her smooth flat belly.
He drove it back into her, hard, fast, pushing the wet slick walls apart, sliding deep inside her cunt.
Her legs were still arched up tightly 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 blood-engorged cock.
Her hips began grinding at a faster pace, at an equal rhythm, sucking up and down his hard organ with her clasping cunt. Each time Rick'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.
"Fuck me, my baby, fuck your mama," she cried.
Rick thought she was about to climax, and he began screwing her with long hard strokes. Her ass cheeks seemed to drag at his balls as they bounced against her ass 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.
Pauline pulled her hands tight against the muscles of his back, running her cutting fingernails up over his shoulders, her wild bouncing breasts pushing hard against his chest. Her nipples dug into his flesh like diamonds. She slammed her open crotch up hard against his long, aching cock, catching it and holding it deep within her burning pussy. Then, as if triggered by the deep plunge of his wondrous cock, her belly began jerking spasmodically and uncontrollably as her whole cunt contracted again and again.
"Rick, Rick darling," she purred
"Mother, oh, I'm going to fill your cunt with my hot cum!"
"Yes, baby, yes, fuck me hard!" She panted as she felt his cock wildly fucking her. Rick could feel her hot juices pouring down her clasping pussy walls, along the length of his cock to his pubic hair. He felt it squirt against the head of his cock and he moaned as shivers chilled his entire body.
Pauline's whole body bounced on the bed as her climax began to pour wet gushes of feminine fluid between their tightly mashed bodies. "OHHHHHHHH! BABYYYYYYY!" she cried in a frenzy of wild, desperate passion.
Her fantastic orgasm drove Rick crazy. He pulled back from her tight hold, withdrawing his long lust-swollen cock to the opening of her soaked pussy, and like a dog gone crazy, he slammed into her, plunging his whole body down as his cock rammed deep inside her cuming cunt. She screamed and bit his shoulder and ran her hands over his back, scratching him with her nails. She was crazed, wild, an animal! And Rick's balls were swollen from the pressure building within them, and they hit her ass with a loud sound.
Pauline's body came up to meet his downward thrust as the springs of the bed squeaked and rolled from incessant pounding. Her hot passage was wet with her honey juice, and his thick hard cock drove into it, fucking her with long hard strokes. She could feel the enlarged head sliding up and down inside her hot cunt like a huge fist, and the slapping of his balls against her wet ass-hole as he pressed forward on the downstrokes.
"Christ!" she squealed as she tore frantically at his shoulders with her nails as her entire cunt quivered from his huge driving prick working wildly inside her womb.
Rick could feel his burning cum getting ready to shoot from the tip of his cock. He felt his orgasm rising and he knew his jism was about to spill into his own mother as he drove his dock faster and faster into her clasping pussy.
Pauline could feel the huge cock grow larger and larger as it pounded deep into her hot insides and began spurting searing liquid way up inside her quivering quim.
Pauline's cunt clasped tightly around his spurting cock and she felt as though her belly were going to burst. She grabbed his shoulders and held tight as she felt the cum fill her whole body. The white liquid seeped out along the base of his cock and ran down his balls and onto the bedsheets.
Rick's entire body fell against hers, smashing her into the mattress, and he dug his hands around under her, pulling her sweating body to his. The burning insides of her pussy hung onto his cock till it had stopped cuming, and then slowly let it slide out of her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Grant Davison immediately spotted Rick as he stepped off the plain at Los Angeles International. "Hey, buddy," he called, hugging his friend tightly for a moment.
"Man, is it good to see you!" Rick said, his hands on his friend's shoulders, looking into his face. Rick had missed Grant. He depended on him to be there whenever he had a problem, and to share the good times of his life too.
"I'll bet we spend the entire ten days talking," Grant said as they walked down the busy corridor to the baggage claim area.
"I'll bet you're fucking right!" Rick added.
Grant was just a bit taller than Rick, and had fairly long blonde hair. He was strong and muscular, much like Rick, and walked quickly, swiftly, looking preoccupied as if he were in a hurry.
"How was the flight?"
"Awful. Ugly chicks, crying babies, dirty old dumpy grandmothers. What a fucking drag!"
Rick stopped and put his arm around him again. "Damn, it's good to see you!"
"-likewise," Grant said, flashing his charming smile.
They got his baggage and walked through the huge parking lot till they came to the silver 240Z. "You like it?" Rick asked proudly.
"This yours?"
"Yup!"
"Holy fuck! It's fantastic!"
"Birthday present from mom," Rick said, putting the suitcase in the hatch.
"Christ, I got a bicycle from my parents once, but that was it," Grant joked as he got into the car.
"Pauline's amazing," Rick said, turning the ignition key.
"So I've heard."
As they drove up the San Diego Freeway, Grant said, "Well, how's life?"
Rick laughed. "Pretty good, I think. Better than when I wrote you. I'll tell you all 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," Grant said. "God, will we talk! And I want all the sleazy details too, you know! Hell, I've been doing nothing but jerking off for the last three weeks!"
"I haven't," Rick said with a sly smile.
"Yeah, I know, I know," Grant said.
"But you'll get it off soon enough," Rick said as he turned onto the Santa Monica Freeway, heading for the coast highway.
"What? You got somebody lined up? Hell, I've only had one lay the entire summer. The only one in my life! Who is she?"
"Pauline."
There was a moment of silence, and then Rick finally turned to look at Grant. There was a stunned expression on his friend's face.
Grant didn't know what to say. Rick was offering him a jump into bed with his own mother! If that didn't boggle the mind, what did? He felt a stirring in his pants.
Rick noticed the hard-on in his friend's pants and reached over and lightly grabbed his cock. "Hey, I knew it! You can dig it!"
Grant turned to Rick and began to laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I guess I can!" he said, feeling giddy all the way to the house in Malibu.
Grant had seen pictures of Pauline and thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen-better looking than most a cresses. He had no idea that she was even more lovely in person.
"Hello, Grant," Pauline purred seductively. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, lightly.
That was enough. Grant was glad he was wearing tight undershorts. His cock was hardening rapidly. "Hi," he finally choked out, like a lovesick schoolboy.
"Rick's told me all about you!" Pauline said. She stressed the word all.
"He's told me a lot about you too," Grant said, and then regretted it. He wasn't sure whether or not he was supposed to know about mother and son. But Pauline didn't blush. Instead, to his delight, she just winked and turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Why don't you boys wash up?" she called. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes!"
"Come on, put your things in my room," Rick said, picking up Grant's suitcase.
"Man this is some house!" Grant said looking out over the beautiful ocean.
"It's okay," Rick said as they walked down the hall to his room.
Inside his bedroom, with the door shut, Rick asked, "Well, do you like her?"
"You know, I wondered if she was gonna look as good as she did in the pictures you had of her."
"And?"
"And she looks even better! God, Rick, she's gorgeous! I wouldn't believe she's your mom if I didn't know it."
"That's what most people say. Come on, I'll show you the bathroom."
The dinner was a strained affair, although pleasant. Strained because there was a sexual level of consciousness in the room, as if sexual desire permeated everything that was said. Pleasant because all three of them got along beautifully and they talked and laughed together in perfect harmony. Grant watched Pauline slide a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and he couldn't help but watch her lips-wishing, of course, that his cock was sliding into her soft mouth. Pauline was thinking the same thoughts about him, wondering how big his cock was, wondering if he had a hard-on under the table. And Rick too was filled with sensual images-thoughts of the three of them naked, walking on the beach, fucking.
But they made it through the meal and immediately after dessert, Pauline had to leave to attend a concert at the Music Center with some friends. Rick and Grant kissed her goodbye, and after she left in her little Mercedes they proceeded to get good and drunk as they talked their way through the long warm evening.
They talked about school, remembering the good times, skirting the bad. They had practically grown up together in the last few years and they felt almost as close as brothers.
Then Grant asked about Los Angeles, and Rick promised him the grand tour, everything from movie stars' homes to the sleaziest dives in Venice-he would show all of California to his pal.
But the discussion continued into more serious and erotic matters. Rick described at length his involvement with his mother, concentrating on the day of his birthday, just a few days before, when he had almost run away from home. Grant was surprised that Rick had lost control so completely, but he was happy that he had come back to his mother. He honestly believed that their relationship could work and could last-but he also told Rick the odds were against it and only love would see it through. He knew it was making Rick happy and he thought that that was the important factor-it should continue.
Rick then laid it on him: "I'm not going to Yale."
"What?"
Rick explained everything and finally, after some silly sulking, Grant agreed it was the right thing to do. "I'm not so sure I want to go to Yale myself. I'm not so sure I don't want to just run off and be a ass for a few years, fuck around, you know?"
"I dig," Rick said.
One bottle of Scotch down. They turned to straight Uncola, knowing they had better not start in on some other booze. They were both pretty smashed already and 7-Up would do no more damage. Rick was having some trouble steering himself around the kitchen. The room seemed to be tipping.
"Hey, you all right?" Grant shouted, seeing Rick's face turning white.
"Sure," Rick said, and then grabbed the refrigerator door to hold himself up. "Well, maybe
I'd better go to bed."
"Yeah, maybe we both should," Grant said, helping him down the hall to his room.
"Here, sit down and relax," Grant said, and Rick sat on his bed. Grant sat down next to him and burped.
"What's it like?" Grant asked after a moment of silence.
"What's it like what."
"With Pauline."
"Incredible."
"Incredible?"
"My cock in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. Incredible!"
Grant felt his cock getting hard. "You know," he said, "I used to beat off just looking at pictures of her. Really, I would stare 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 that? I never knew that?"
"I was afraid you'd kill me!" Grant laughed. Rick moved back on the bed and put his arm on his friend's shoulder. "Hey, you wanna beat off."
"Really?" Grant asked, surprised and pleased, "like old times!"
"Sure, why not? It's been a fuck of a long time since I've cum."
"I know, I know," Rick said, pulling his pants down. His cock shot out immediately.
Grant unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. Then he stood up and pulled them down and his dick sprang out. It was almost as long as Rick's, but not as thick.
Rick pulled his pants off his feet and took his cock in his hand and began to work it up and down. "Don't you feel like you're back at school?"
"Sure do," Grant said, pulling on his big cock. "Tell me about her, what's it like?" He flopped back on the bed, holding his extended cock in the air. His left hand played with his tremendous balls as Rick began to describe his mother's body.
"Her cunt is covered with the softest, darkest, thickest hair in the world. I like to spread the lips with my mouth and then shove my tongue all the way up her, like I'm fucking her with my tongue, you know?" Rick worked his cock up and down slowly. Then, suddenly, a noise was heard in the hall.
It was Pauline!
In a moment she was entering the boys' bedroom. Realizing that Rick and Grant had been jacking off their cocks, she stealthily approached the bed and grabbed Grant's prick.
Grant opened his eyes and gasped. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't blurt out a sound. Rick watched with fascination.
"Oh, God," Grant whispered as he felt her cool fingers on his warm cock. His blood seemed to be churning in his veins. She leaned closer to him and kissed him lightly on the neck, while her fingers made long strokes up and down his hard staff. She held it tightly, stretching the skin up and down, moving it just as she would move Rick's
Grant pushed his hips upward as Rick helped the situation by pulling his friend's shirt off. Grant spread his legs wide and Pauline's hand cupped his balls. The pressure was building, mother and son were going to make him have the orgasm of his life!
Pauline rubbed her own thighs together as she became caught 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 more damp as the lubricating juices flowed from within her tight smooth passage.
Again and again she traced the outline of Grant's hard cock with her soft hand, feeling it as though she were feeling it in her cunt. She kept her lips pressed against his neck and shoulder and she licked there and began biting there against the muscles that strained under the skin.
Rick, at the same time, jumped up and knelt behind his pal, so his cock was inches from Grant's shoulder, inches from his mother's lips.
Grant turned his head a bit, looking through Pauline's chestnut-color hair to see the tip of Rick's swollen cock resting on his shoulder, just inches from her lips.
The massive head of Grant's young cock started spurting like a volcano into Pauline's warm hand. She moved her head in surprise to watch the eruption-there had been no warning, he had been so turned on. She stared at the explosion of cum, her hand pumping automatically from her own excitement, feeling his jism running down over her fingers. The sight of his climax in her hand made her entire body jerk convulsively.
"Cum, baby, cum," she purred.
"Yes, yes," Grant moaned, watching his white cum spurting into the air. Some of it landed in her hair and on his chest, and the rest dribbled down her fingers and rolled over his balls.
"MOM!" Rick shouted suddenly. Grant turned his head to see Rick thrust the head of his cock into his mother's mouth. Pauline took it expertly between her lips and Grant could see her cheeks bloat as her mouth filled with her son's cum.
Pauline held the organ in her mouth till it softened. Grant's cock, still in her hand, was soft now too, and at exactly the same moment, she released both pricks and stood up with a contented smile on her face.
"Forgive me, boys! But I got carried away!" And with that she waltzed out.
Rick and Grant both had hangovers when they awoke the following morning, but that didn't stop them from going down the hall to see if Pauline was awake.
"Mom?" Rick asked, knocking slightly, and then he opened the door and they entered, naked, both excited, and stood at the foot of her large bed.
"Morning, mom," Rick said softly.
Pauline opened her eyes and focused on nothing but two big cocks staring down at her.
"We woke up with hard-ons and we don't know what to do about it," Rick said shyly.
At first she thought she was having a wild dream, but after blinking her eyes and stretching a bit, she knew it was for real. "What a way to wake up!"
"What a way to fall asleep," Grant joked, referring to the shocking and liberating evening before. They all giggled.
They walked to either side of the bed and she reached up and grasped both their cocks at the same time. They quickly knelt on the bed, directly on each side of the pillows and lowered their hanging cocks to her lips. In one sucking move, Pauline pulled the heads of their dicks into her mouth at the same time and ran her tongue over the two cockheads.
Pauline's hands pulled at 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 each manipulation of her hands.
"I want ... I want Grant to fuck me," she purred, staring at his big cock. She knew that that was what Rick wanted. She remembered the time Julie watched her fucking with her son. She knew that Rick would like to watch her being fucked by his friend.
Rick got up and sat on his mother's vanity stool, his legs spread, ready to watch the scene closely while he worked on his own cock with his hand.
Grant knelt between Pauline's widespread legs and lifted her nightgown high over her head. She reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock, the same way she had done the night before. He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of her slender shoulders, while Pauline drew her knees up and locked them around his narrow hips.
Grant looked down at their bodies, where they met, and saw the pointed breasts with their hardened nipples staring up at him. Rick's mother's nipple! The realization raced through his mind! He looked down to see the dark wet mound between her legs, the mound Rick had described so perfectly, and the sight of it drove him wild with desire, and he knew he would have to hold back because he felt as though he would cum at any moment.
Pauline took his big cock in her hand and guided the tip into the fuzzy mound of her hungry snatch. Almost as if to tease herself, she slowly ran the rubbery tip along the narrow slit, parting the smooth pink lips of her cunt. When she touched it to her clitoris, a wave of sensual pleasure flooded her brain and body, and she couldn't wait any longer. She had to have the hard monster inside her burning cunt!
Pauline opened her legs as wide as she could under the blonde boy's big body. Then, arching her hips, she ran the rock-hard shaft slowly along the moist pink flesh to the wet opening of her cunt.
Rick watched in delight as he saw his best friend on top of his mother, as he saw the woman grasping the boy's almost-virgin prick, guiding it, teaching it, training it. He could see the pressure building in Grant's balls and he knew his friend wanted to drive his magnificent cock deep into the woman.
"Fuck her hard," Rick said to Grant. "Oh, Christ, I don't believe this!" Grant moaned.
Pauline moved her hands to her cunt lips and parted them, opening them fully to the head of Grant's long cock. Suddenly, the tip of his cock made its way into the opening of her passage and she jerked back and sighed.
Grant couldn't wait any longer. He drove his cock all the way into her with one long move, impaling her on his hard, steaming shaft! Pauline's legs kicked out straight under his churning body, jerking futilely in the air.
"Oh, Grant!" she screamed.
Grant pulled his body up, sliding his knees under her 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 pulsating prick.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked softly, worried.
"No, baby, it's beautiful!" she whispered.
Pauline flexed the muscles of her pussy around the boy's throbbing cock. She could feel it grow bigger and bigger with each movement she was making. She could feel every detail of the hard form inside her body. She could feel Grant's balls dangling against her ass as she rolled 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 very quickly, it seemed to Pauline, but to Grant it was the most wonderful moment of his entire life. He thrust his cock deep within her cunt, then pulled out again so that the tip reached the lips of her hot pussy, and then thrust in again and again and again.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" he shouted as he pumped her full of his young hot jism. He flooded her insides with cum and his eyes rolled back in his head and his body went stiff, frozen, and for a moment he seemed unable to breathe as the torrent of cum gushed from his cockhead and poured along the hot walls of the woman's pussy. He finally pulled out and sat on the bed in front of her.
Rick jumped off the vanity stool. He had seen enough. Now it was his turn. He knew his mother was only wanned up, and when Grant got off the bed to watch mother and son go at it, he jumped up and fell onto her, driving his hard cock straight up her pussy.
Her cunt was biting, on fire, sucking. She was a ball of fire, but he 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 hard head jerked deep in her quim in response. Pauline reached tightly around his hips to hold her body up against his.
"Oh, Rick, baby, fuck me, fuck your mama!" She squirmed under him and twisted her head on the bed.
Grant watched in utter fascination. His cock was hard again and he took it in his hand and wiped the still-wet head with his palm. He knew that he would shoot off again.
Pauline rode her body up and down on the hard slick shaft of her son's long cock. Rick 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 it till he spurted all of his jism into her already-cum-filled body.
Pauline 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 cock 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 deep into her throbbing cunt.
Rick fought the urge to let his hot love-cream fill her heaving body, as his balls smacked against her little puckered ass with each driving thrust. He just let Pauline go wild with lust for his long hard cock.
"Fuck it, mom! Fuck my cock!" Rick said as the woman's body savagely thrust up along his massive prick. She worked in a mad fury now, like an animal in heat, filled with lust, and she bucked her hips crazily against Rick's swollen dick. Her clasping cunt rode up and down his long cock and made him feel as if he was on top of the world. He couldn't stand it any longer, he knew he was going to shoot.
"CUM IN HER! CUM IN HER!" Grant yelled from the vanity stool. His own cock was shooting a stream of white into the air. Cum ran down over his hand and onto the floor as he watched his best friend getting ready to shoot his load into his own mother.
"NOW, RICKY, NOW!" Pauline screamed, savagely ramming her cunt up on his long cock.
"I'M CUMMMMMMMING! I'M CUMMMMMMMING IN MY MOTHERRRRR!"
And so, for the next week, before Grant would leave for college back East and Rick for school in northern California, Pauline, Rick and Grant would enjoy many troilistic sexual escapades.
Yes, Pauline had finally found the man who would replace her deceased husband and who would satisfy all her fucking urges. Rick. Who would drive down every weekend to see his gorgeous mother.
