Mona Phillips took a deep concern over her seventeen-year-old son Ed's welfare.
She observed that he attached great significance to going out with girls but scarcely any concern at all to getting through school and amounting to something as a man.
But Mona's stirring efforts to make her son more responsible hit a sudden snag when, as a result of profound marital frustrations, she began to find him sexually appealing.
"Mother's Fervent Desire" depicts a woman of thirty-nine, Mona Phillips, possessor of a face and figure of a woman considerably younger, at life's crossroads.
Mona is in desperate need of more affection from her husband Gary who, although only two years Mona's senior, acts and looks much older. The greater the degree to which Gary Phillips succeeds in business, the lesser able he becomes to supply his sensuous wife with the kind of bedroom fulfillment she so desperately needs.
At that crucial point in her life, son Ed, experienced far beyond his actual years in the art of sex success, and completely willing, enters the scene.
Author Alex Kent presents a sensitive story which explores the emotional conflicts of a mother and son torn between their natural relationship and the hungry desires of their animalistic sex impulses.
For Mona Phillips, the decision of whether she should or should not have sex with her son is of the soberest magnitude, and through her newly unfolding relationship with him she is overcome by passion and frustration.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER I
Mona Phillips had been concerned about her son Ed for quite some time.
She was fearing that Ed, who showed a marked dislike for his school work, was turning into an irresponsible playboy. The high school senior, who constantly drove his brand-new sports car around school, and was concerned about picking up girls at all costs, seemed to be interested only in having a good time.
As Mona pulled her car to a stop in the driveway, she got out and observed that her son's sports car was there. Sitting parked directly next to the sports car was a bright red Vega.
Mona wondered immediately who the car belonged to. Her imagination was set busily to work. Could it be a girl friend of Ed's, she asked herself.
As she entered the house, she recognized that Ed had been of the impression that she would not return until early in the evening. That had been her plan. She had attended a women's club meeting, which was not slated to break up until five-thirty.
Instead of lasting until the designated hour, however, the meeting broke up prematurely since the featured guest speaker had been unable to attend. The call had reached the country club where the meeting was being held the last possible minute. The speaker had taken ill, and would not be able to address the women.
After the club's business had ended, Mona left the country club, driving immediately home. Now she wondered just what she was about to stumble upon.
Her suspicions were accentuated even more when she thought that she heard the sounds of bodies threshing from the general direction of Ed's bedroom.
"My God, could he have gone this far?" she said aloud to herself as she walked down the hallway leading toward Ed's room.
The closer that she moved toward the door of Ed's bedroom, the louder the sounds became. The threshing sounds were now interlaced with those of people gasping. Mona had been around long enough to recognize what the sounds almost certainly indicated.
Her heart pounded with nervousness as she ever so slowly reached out and opened the door.
She kept hoping that she was wrong, that what appeared to be the case based upon a few sounds actually wasn't. All it took, though, was one fleeting glance and it became only too clear to Mona that her instincts had been correct.
She decided to leave the door open only a crack. That way she could see precisely what was going on before bursting in.
When she got her first glimpse of the two young lovers, their naked bodies writhing with sexual anticipation, she had the urge to storm into the room and bring things to a quick halt. Something within her dictated another course of action, however, as she stood there, watching with wide-eyed curiosity, as the lovers progressed along the path of lovemaking.
At that juncture she recognized Ed's female partner. It was Irene Gibson, a lovely young college freshman with sparkling red hair and a magnificent bustline.
She could see that her son Ed was obviously infatuated by Irene's breasts, since his fingers were digging with ever deepening intensity against her soft yet firm globes of white flesh.
She observed Irene's body carefully, conceding that the girl had an exquisite form. Her lean legs and trembling arms were a solid bronze color from steady contact with the California sun. She knew that Irene and Ed both spent a lot of time at the beach, as a result of which Irene acquired a magnificent tan. Her breasts, though, remained white. It looked like they were two enticing little targets that stood out all the more as a result of the color disparity between her breasts and the rest of her.
When Mona's eyes dropped down toward Irene's buttocks, she got a good glimpse of the other part of her body that remained white.
She observed her pubic mound, replete with her glistening rust-colored pussy hairs. They were already damp from the preliminary excitement to which she had been subjected by her devoted lover Ed.
Mona observed that the longer her son's fingers pried against Irene's nipples, the harder they became. Irene shoved her body upward ever so slightly, flinching every time that Ed generated steam in his finger movements. The incessant finger probing was causing great excitement to well within Irene, who enjoyed receiving attention in her breasts.
"I like your finger work," Irene sighed. "Squeeze them good arid hard, baby. Get me all turned on."
Ed proceeded forward, letting his fingers sink with great enthusiasm against her nipples. The pink beauties stood practically on end from the excitement generated by her lover's fingers.
Ed removed his fingers abruptly from her nipples, dropping his tongue down toward her left breast.
The tongue sank into her skin with burning desire. Ed's entire body started to quiver from the" enthusiasm that was building throughout his body. He began sucking around the solid globe of flesh, reaching out and squeezing it with the fingers of his left hand while he simultaneously licked.
He kept up the tongue movements, then released his fingers altogether. While his tongue continued to explore every sensation-filled crevice of her flesh, he reached down with his fingers and began to play with his lover's ass cheeks.
Mona observed the steady finger work, and could readily see why her son was so infatuated with the young girl's buttocks. They looked so firm, so clean, like two dazzling white balls that were standing out all by themselves.
The finger contact continued to intensify as he sank his fingers that much deeper into her inviting flesh. While that activity continued, he worked his tongue eagerly around her breast.
Ed kept up the breast sucking until deciding that he ought to switch to her nipple. So he withdrew his tongue from her breast, after having left a trail of saliva, then began to probe with his tongue against her nipple.
The first time that his tongue sank into the erogenous nipple, she raised her body upward from the bed. Her buttocks bounced up and down several times, and she heaved a sensual little moan while he kept up his intensified efforts.
"You're really getting me hard," she gasped. "You know just how to get me ready to fuck, baby. You keep this up and you're gonna have the hottest pussy in town on your hands."
Her inspiring words brought out even more in the way of animal lust within Ed as his tongue sank deeply into her nipple. Mona watched as he released his tongue, then allowed his teeth to move forward. They sank against her nipple, kneading the flesh ever so carefully but with consistent devotion.
He knew how to use just the right amount of pressure so that he would excite Irene to the greatest extent, but yet, on the other hand, did not hurt her.
He kept up his steady movements over her nipple, then released his teeth, getting set to proceed over to her other breast.
"Go to work, baby, do the other breast now," Irene said with great impatience. "I need you, honey."
His fingers clutched her ass cheeks with a new sense of erotic desperation.
Mona looked down toward her son's penis, discovering that it had attained a full state of erection. She observed her son squirming back and forth, his body barely able to control itself. It wouldn't be long, she knew from experience, before he would be plunging his penis into his lover somehow. It was just a question of what shape the particular mechanics would take. The necessity was clearly there.
His fingers kept on maintaining steady contact with her buttocks, and his tongue started to dance over her right breast.
The saliva that circulated against her breast as a result of Ed's efforts glistened through the sunlight which filtered into the room through the Venetian blinds.
As Mona's eyes dropped down between beautiful Irene's legs, she observed another glistening sight, that of the girl's damp pussy. Every now and then Irene's body would twist down at her legs and buttocks, demonstrating the restlessness she felt in her mound.
Ed's tongue began to lash eagerly against Irene's right breast, and before long he was working his teeth against her nipple.
He sank the teeth into her with just the right movement, just enough to get her excited in the way that he wanted her to be.
Ed finally removed his teeth from her nipple, looking at Irene hungrily.
"I need you," he told her emphatically.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he plunged his tongue forward. Mona observed .that his red tongue was trembling from the anxiety he felt within him as he let it brush inside her mouth.
His first movements were slow and exploratory as his hot wet red tongue brushed softly against Irene's. But after he found the range, Ed discovered that he needed a lot more. He needed to shove his tongue all the way, to let it drill pulsatingly against Irene's tongue.
While his hips and ass cheeks were rotating under the building fires of their sexual passions, he permitted his tongue to stab with uninhibited delight against hers.
Mona could feel the ecstasy building in both their bodies just from watching them. Their trim, excited forms trembled as they exchanged a hot French kiss.
While her son's tongue sank unrestrainedly inside Irene's mouth, he withdrew his fingers from her buttocks and let them move upward toward her back.
His fingers sank diligently against her spine as he kept on tonguing her, driving his hot red weapon with greater speed than before, sending it surging against her tongue.
As the tongues continued to lock, he pinched her spine, hurting her a little with his finger stabs.
Her body froze ever so slightly for a few seconds, after which he removed his fingers from her back and moved them upward toward her head.
His now trembling fingers came into contact with his lover's hair. He ran his fingers through her red strands of lovely hair, giving her additional satisfaction while the steady tongue kissing continued.
Mona wondered if she were doing the right thing. After all, she thought, the wise thing would be to break up the act before they got into the finishing stages.
Something was holding her back, however, and as much as she hated to admit it, she recognized that it was no doubt sexual curiosity. Her husband had been so busy lately running his car agency that she hadn't seen a good deal of him.
At thirty-nine she remained a hot woman, one who, through proper exercise and diet, looked some ten years younger than she actually was.
The longer that Mona watched, the sadder that she became as she thought of all the hot sex that she would like to be enjoying that was being denied her.
Every time that she observed her son's tongue steadily slash against that of his lover Irene, she felt more deprived.
There was one distinct reason why she was not making her move as well. She was feeling the fires building within her. It started in her loins, which began to feel impatient, but the sparks soon extended themselves to her mound.
She felt a throbbing itchiness in her pussy as she watched her son's tongue continue to lace against that of his lover.
Mona couldn't help but observe the smooth, swift manner in which her son's tongue coordinated with that of Irene.
The steady tongue drilling continued, and Ed's fingers sank ever aeeper against Irene's hair.
CHAPTER 2
Once the intense tongue kissing reached its crescendo level, Ed felt the necessity to remove his tongue from Irene's mouth.
He let his tongue drop down to her breasts for a short time, where he licked her a few swift, flicking strokes.
Mona could tell, though, that Ed was past the licking stage. It was time for him to move on to something else.
He looked down at his hard cock, appraising it, then moving it forward.
"I need you," he said, "I need you right now, Irene."
"Are you getting ready to throw your big cock into high gear?" she asked smilingly.
"Isn't that what we were building up to?"
"You'd better believe it. I want your hot fires inside me."
"So they can put out your fires?" he nodded knowingly.
"That's where it's at, baby. I need your fuck, and I need it bad. Oh, my pussy's so damn hot."
Ed decided to search out her pussy with his fingers, so he reached down with his right hand and allowed his fingers to manipulate over her snatch. He played with it for several seconds, then rubbed his finger ever so gently against her love button.
"Oh, you're driving me insane," she gasped. "I can't take any more of that, honey. Take your finger out of my clit. Start fucking me."
"Hang on, because that's my next step," he laughed.
Mona could tell that it was making Ed feel highly prideful to know that he had his lover to that point, where she was virtually begging for him to enter her.
Ed watched as Irene's legs slid outward ever so accommodatingly. He observed the glistening red pussy hairs, so wet and irresistible.
Irene's legs began to churn as he pushed his cock forward, getting set to enter her with one spectacular, devastating forward thrust.
Ed reached out and allowed his fingers to grip her thighs. As he entered his lover, he wanted to grip her tightly.
With one swift lightning bolt, he entered her, stabbing his flaming pecker inside her mound.
He slipped it ever deeper inside her moist furnace, not wasting any time. Perhaps on other occasions he would be inclined to enter her more slowly, to take things as they came, but not then. It meant too much to him to score quickly. After all, there were only so many preliminaries that he could withstand, after which the dire necessity would emerge to fuck her mound convincingly, to stab her until he got his rocks off.
Mona was excited by the sounds of her son's heavy breathing as he pumped his cock back and forth. He manipulated his body in a jack-knife fashion, sending surging stabs into her, pumping ever deeper, using his tool as a blunt weapon.
It was the kind of weapon that Irene liked. Even though he was hurting her somewhat as a result of the burning consistency of his strokes, it was the kind of pleasure-pain syndrome in which she liked to be.
There was nothing more befitting to Irene, or nothing that made her feel a greater sense of joy, than to receive the hot piercing stabs of her lover's cock.
He kept grinding it ever deeper inside her mound, her hips splaying more widely than before and the gasps becoming frequent and repetitive.
"Fuck me, fuck me, drive your prick into me," Irene sighed with a new sense of desperation. "I need it, darling. Oh, put out the burning fires inside me. Put out the fires in my pussy well. Drive your cock into me, darling. Oh, I want it."
The longer he kept up his surging pecker stabs, the faster that her buttocks sharply rotated. She flipped her body back and forth with athletic precision, meeting his grinding forward stabs.
He reached out and ran his fingers up and down her back, enjoying the firm contact with her skin as he kept on sending his cock into her. He pushed it into her to the greatest extent possible, shoving deeply, pushing it until he wondered if it would come out of her spine.
He liked the tightness of her organ, and with each increasing fuck, a new familiarity pattern emerged within Ed. He was getting to know his woman so well that he could anticipate her every responsive move.
Whenever he would wiggle his ass cheeks, get set, and plunge his cock into the farthest depths of her pussy pink slit, she would in turn wiggle her buttocks and flip her body upward.
The longer that their bodies intermeshed, the more swiftly her body began to rotate. As the rotation efforts became swifter, their buttocks would flounce unrestrainedly up and down on the bed.
The surging stabs were becoming more abrupt now as Ed found himself moving irresistibly toward orgasm.
He knew that once he had pushed his prick into her to the deepest extent, that it wouldn't be long before the surging white juices spilled out of the end of his pecker. There was just no other way. He could withstand only so much sensation, particularly after a series of stimulating preliminaries.
"Kiss me," she sighed, "I'm gonna cum, baby."
No sooner did Ed sink his lips against those of his lover than he could feel additional juices surfacing within her. It made her wetter and more irresistible as he kept up his pumping. He liked the fact that she had shot, and her whole body trembled as she detonated her orgasmic blast.
He viewed her orgasm as a great omen. It meant that he would be only a short distance behind, and once the juices spilled out of him, he would feel a great sense of relief.
Desire filled his inner being as he kept up his stirring movements. After removing his lips from hers, he decided to sink his tongue inside her mouth.
The tongues converged with explosive enjoyment, and her hips kept on manipulating back and forth, meeting his every swift stab.
The tongues continued to lock, and soon he recognized there was no way to hold off the flood tide of burning passions that were building in his cock and balls.
His testicles bulged with delight, and he knew he was only a few strokes away. A few more hot stabs inside her wet mound and he would be off.
His breath came in short, puffy gasps as he moved into the last few strokes.
Once he released his tongue from her mouth, he heaved a loud sigh, exclaiming:
"Get ready for a hot fuck. I'm gonna be off inside you."
"Keep drilling me," she sighed, "keep your pecked inside me, darling. I want it. I want you."
He threw his arms around her with a new surge of dramatic desperation.
His body trembled as he put everything he had into every forward thrust, driving his penis ever deeper into her hot gash.
Ed felt the wetness within her, and knowing that she had orgasmed gave him that much more incentive. He had to get his juices off inside her pussy.
While he wound his way ever closer to the point of climax, he reached down and cupped his fingers around her buttocks.
He pinched her ass cheeks fervently as the streams of hot white orgasmic liquid began to sail out of the end of his long cock and into her mound.
The burning juices skyrocketed within her, and as they seethingly entered her, her legs and ass cheeks rocked.
"You're there, you're there," she cried out.
He delivered one last surging kiss to her lips, then rolled off her after he had finished climaxing.
It was as if every ounce of energy had been removed from him. He was drained of his sexual energies, having pushed himself to his very limits.
As Ed lay next to Irene, stroking her hair gently, Mona recognized that it was time for her to make her move.
She steadied herself, heaved a long sigh, then opened the door all the way.
The moment that the door flung open, a startled Ed looked up and turned around.
His body froze instantly, then he straightened up and stared into his mother's face as she entered the room.
"So I caught you two in the act," she shrieked. "Sure, you knew your mother wouldn't be home, so you could get away with anything you wanted to. Isn't that right, Ed ? "
"Mom, we can explain," Ed said.
"There's nothing to explain," Mona shouted. "You little slut. You get your clothes on and get out of here. I never want to see you again."
"Don't talk to her like that. It was my fault."
"I'm sure part of it was," Mona said bitterly, "but it always takes two to tango."
"Don't be so angry, mom. Hell, I'm seventeen years old. I'm not a kid anymore."
"That's a laugh. You're a kid in every respect but physical. I'd like to see you develop your mind a little more."
"I'm just having a good time."
"Indeed you are. Get out of here, young lady."
Mona faced Irene, frowning as her eyes stared daggers into the young college freshman.
Irene said nothing. Her lips trembled as she got up from the bed and quickly began to slip on her panties.
"Clear out of here fast," Mona said in a threatening tone to Irene. "I'll have a talk with you later, Ed."
Ed looked at Irene, shrugging his shoulders helplessly.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said softly after Mona left the room. "It just couldn't be helped."
"We took an awful chance. I shouldn't have done it. We shouldn't have had sex here," Irene said with regret.
"It doesn't do us any good to cry over spilled milk," Ed said philosophically.
"I guess not," Irene shook her head.
CHAPTER 3
Mona spent about a half an hour that afternoon bawling out her son.
They had a quiet dinner that evening, after which Ed went out.
Even though she had felt obliged to make a scene when she caught her son in the act of lovemaking with his girl friend, Mona knew down deep that she was more titillated than anything else. Indeed, if she had been anything but that she would have acted faster. It would have been a simple thing for her to break up the sex act long before her son reached the point of climax.
Instead of breaking it up, however, she had watched with fond anticipation. Throughout the act she found herself feeling a certain measure of jealousy. Her sex life was not going that well at all.
It burned Mona up to go to the gym twice a week, swim numerous laps in her backyard pool, and retain the beautiful shape she had from the time that she met her husband Gary some twenty years earlier when both were in college, and then not be able to engage in sex to the extent she would have liked.
What made things doubly frustrating was that she constantly drew wolf whistles on the street, and admiring glances from men wherever she went.
Gary was doing spectacularly well as the owner of an automobile import agency. He specialized primarily in sports cars, and by giving his son Ed a late-model English sports car for his seventeenth birthday, Mona had feared that her son would become that much more spoiled and irresponsible. Based upon what had happened since, she was convinced that she had been right.
Gary seemed to take a permissive attitude about everything, mainly, Mona thought, because he was away from home so much.
She attempted to read a book that evening, tiring of the local stale television attractions. She hoped that Gary would come home some time soon. Thoughts of her son and Irene thrusting their bodies in bliss on Ed's bed made her more desirous for sexual contact than she had been for quite some time.
She heard the sound of an automobile entering the driveway at a few minutes before nine. A quick glance out the window told her that her husband was home.
She saw him climb out of his Jaguar sports car, then walk slowly toward the door.
She made it a point to be dressed in a sexually enticing manner. She wore a pair of white Capri slacks that showed off her long trim legs and her firm fleshy buttocks to good advantage.
In addition, she wore a bright green blouse that caused her breasts to thrust out with the right degree of titillating impact. like most of the clothes she wore, they were guaranteed to show off her figure without ever reducing her to cheapness.
She turned off the television set, jumping up from her chair and walking toward the front door.
Just as Gary was opening the door and entering the living room, Mona made her arrival. She smiled and licked her lips seductively, reaching out and throwing her arms around her husband.
They exchanged a short but impactful kiss, after which Gary looked at her and said, somewhat wearily:
"What brought this on?"
"Your wife just wants to tell you she loves you."
"I'm sorry, I sure wasn't complaining," Gary said. "It's just that at this hour of the night when I'm this tired, every little thing throws me off."
Mona was anything but delighted by her husband's response, but she wasn't about to give up. Once more the sight of her son's cock thrusting into Irene's wet pink pussy gave her inspiration. She wanted to have Gary let himself go, just as he had when in the early years of their marriage, when she could count on him to unfailingly deliver in bed.
Even though Gary, at forty-one, was just two years older than Mona, one would never know it by looking at the couple when they were together. Thick shocks of gray hair, coupled with dark circles which almost perpetually appeared beneath his eyes, caused Gary to look closer to fifty than forty-one. On the other hand, people were often inclined to think of Mona as being in her twenties. Only those who were aware of the fact that she had a son in his late teens knew her actual age vicinity.
Mona decided to hold firm. Just because her husband looked and acted tired, perhaps she could get him to relax and forget about business, after which things would fall into place.
"Have you had dinner?" she asked.
"I had a bite to eat some two hours ago."
"Could I fix you anything now, dear?" she asked cooperatively.
"No thanks. I don't need any more tonight."
"I'll tell you what. Why don't I fix us each a drink."
"That sounds good," Gary acknowledged with a nod.
"What'll it be?"
"I could use a Manhattan."
"I'll fix us each one," Mona said, moving off toward the bar in the other corner of the living room.
Gary took off his suit coat, then loosened his tie, sitting down on the sofa and beginning to read the afternoon newspaper.
Mona quickly mixed the drinks, then walked toward Gary, handing him one of the glasses.
"Thanks, honey," he smiled. "You're really full of energy tonight."
"I'll tell you what, dear," Mona said, blinking her intense dark eyes and fluttering her false eyelashes appealingly. "Why don't we go up to our room and relax while we drink these."
Gary immediately folded the newspaper, tossing it over on the table where he had found it.
"What have you got in mind?" he asked.
"Let's just relax a little," Mona said, reaching over and running her fingers over the back of her husband's neck. "You've been working too hard. It's great to be a success, but you can push things too much. I get concerned about you."
Gary said nothing, but eventually moved his tall, angular frame upward from the sofa.
They walked slowly up the stairs heading toward their room on the second floor.
Gary plopped his tired body down on top of the bed. He sipped his drink casually, and while he did so, Mona quickly belted down the remaining contents from her glass.
"You drank that awful fast," Gary told her.
"I'm in a restless mood, my dear," Mona winked.
She turned and walked toward her dressing table, facing the mirror as she let her fingers pry loose the buttons of her blouse.
When she turned to face her husband, she had already discarded the blouse and was standing there in her bra.
Just one look in the mirror had told her how beautiful a woman she was. She had preserved herself well over the years. She recalled how, one year earlier, when she had attended a twenty-year reunion of her high school graduating class, she had been the most youthful person there. In fact, she had looked so youthful and beautiful that a number of her female friends shied away from her in acts of petty jealousy.
Her long flowing black hair fell almost to her waist, and she was doing her best to look appealing for the benefit of her husband.
Gary took another sip from his drink, looking up at her.
"You do look good, honey. In fact, you look great," he exclaimed.
Mona was determined to bring out the hungry urges in her husband, those same urges that had been lying dormant within him all too long. The greater the amount of time he spent on his thriving business, the less time he had left for sex expression. In addition, even when he was at home, he was generally so tired that he was not quite up to having sex.
Effervescent Mona was determined to change all that, and she walked slowly and seductively toward the bed.
Gary gulped hard as he looked at her, recognizing what a beautiful hunk of woman he had married. He was certain that she had not put on so much as a pound from the time that he had met her, so beautifully preserved was her body over the tall, 5-foot-8-inch frame that he had admired so from the beginning. He had thought of her as a showgirl, a successful model, and he knew that she could easily have been either or both of those things. But instead, she had wanted to be his wife, and she had served faithfully in that capacity, never seeking favors from other men, not once getting involved in any extra-curricular activities.
He stood there observing her as she stood a scant few inches away from him.
Abruptly Mona turned around, her back facing him.
"I just wish you'd do one thing for me, honey," she said. "This bra is so inhibiting. I feel so much better when my boobs are free to just bounce around and do as they see fit. I wish you would undo my bra strap and take off my brassiere."
He gulped down the rest of his drink, setting it down on the table a few feet away.
Gary reached forward, unhooking the bra straps, then watching as the bra fell toward the floor.
She turned around quickly, a smile magnetizing her entire face.
The longer that her deep-set dark eyes flashed in his direction, the more aware Gary became as to the fact that his beautiful wife wanted sex. He kept hoping that he'd have what it took to make her happy, even though, as of late, he was finding it increasingly more difficult to perform satisfactorily for her.
It hurt Gary to resort to excuse making, but he had been doing so on a number of occasions in recent weeks. He would rather do that than humiliate himself and disappoint his wife under the sheets.
He looked at her ripe flowing breasts, so firm and rich as they jutted outward toward him.
"Reach out and kiss my breasts, baby," Mona said.
She leaned her body forward, bending at the knees ever so slightly, so that Gary's tongue would be in perfect range with her breasts.
He puckered up, letting his lips collide with first her left breast, then her right.
Mona smiled, straightening up her body.
"That's a good start," she said. "I love having my tits kissed."
She walked back toward the dressing table, standing in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips.
While she stood there, Gary appraised her trim, lovely buttocks, which were so clearly observable beneath her white Capris. They fit her ever so snugly, giving him a perfect look at the exquisite contours of her ass flesh.
She wiggled her hips several times, then began to undo her slacks.
Mona turned abruptly to face Gary, slipping the Capris down her legs.
When he got his first look at her trim thighs, Gary's body twitched nervously. He hoped that he would have within him enough strength to supply her with the kind of sexual satisfaction she needed.
Gary could always tell when his wife was particularly horny. When she wanted to exhibit her body before him and make a procession out of the undressing process, he recognized just how eager she was to titillate him.
Gary's body tensed as he continued to watch the appealing sight of his wife's slacks sliding down her legs.
CHAPTER 4
Gary watched closely as Mona kicked off her Capris.
Me examined her smooth skin and flawless form. She wore only her white lace panties. Just one light shone in the bedroom, that being the dimmest light in the room.
Due to the dimness of the light and the partial darkness of the bedroom, the white lace panties shimmered with a neon-like effect.
Gary's eyes took in his wife's beautiful breasts once more. They stood out in shapely detail, eager to be touched by his fingers. He got a quick glimpse at her legs, trim, long, and ivory-like in texture.
Once again her body moved with smooth grace toward him.
She stopped just a few inches away from Gary, reaching out and running her fingers soothingly through his hair.
"Take off my panties," she whispered.
He remembered how, in the early years of their marriage, one of the things he had liked best was removing her panties. It was always the last necessary step prior to getting into the sexual activities themselves.
His fingers curled around the elastic of her panties, and as he touched the elastic the desires of wanting to please her enveloped him.
With one swift flick of the wrists, he began to tug downward at her panties.
He felt the firm contact of the silk brushing against her skin, and he could feel waves of excitement reeling within him as he pulled the panties down her legs.
"That's it," she sighed. "Undress me, honey. We're going to have a beautiful fuck."
Gary kept on lowering the panties, and finally Mona cooperated by stepping out of them.
He looked at the panties lying on the floor, the last remnant of the act of undressing. She now stood before him totally nude.
"Reach out and touch my pussy," she whispered.
He looked down at her lovely mound. It was covered by a thick patch of black hair, which matched the thick texture of the hair on her head.
He did as she requested, moving the fingers of his left hand smoothly forward. He let his fingertips slide soothingly against her pussy.
He probed with his fingers for several moments, discovering that she was already wet. Gary hadn't seen her quite this excited at the prospect of sex for quite some time.
"That's it, darling, play with my pussy," she said, keeping her voice soft and sexy.
Gary moved his fingers around her snatch for a few dazzling moments, after which his wife decided upon another course of action.
"Kiss my mound," she exclaimed. "I want you to kiss my pussy."
He looked up at his beautiful wife, who spread her legs ever so slightly, giving him a better view of her mound.
He moved his head forward, puckering up his lips. For some reason they trembled nervously.
Gary kept trying to still the nervous beast within him. After all, he tried to tell himself, this woman was his wife. It just didn't make sense for him to be that nervous about pleasing her. He recognized that, in spite of the fact that he was impressed by her, his cock had not managed to attain a full state of erection. He was tired, and his frayed nerves coupled with all that he had gone through that day in the way of physical exertion, had practically drained all the spirit from his body. But somehow, Gary decided, he would just have to get his cock functioning at optimum. He needed to please his beautiful wife that evening.
The moment that his warm red lips made contact with her velvety vagina, she wiggled her hips.
Tremulously she stood before him, her hips rotating as she ran her fingers once more through his hair.
"That feels so good," she whispered. "Keep your fingers going, darling. Oh, you can't help but excite me when you do that."
When Gary withdrew his lips from Mona's mound, the burning fires within her accelerated. Her mound was wet with anticipation, and she fervently desired feeling his hard cock pressing deeply and engorging itself within her pussy.
Her hips wiggled in just the proper seductive manner as she walked toward the bed, sliding her nimble body downward inside it.
She parted her legs ever so slowly, then moved them upward, sitting upward in the bed as she looked at her husband.
"Get your clothes off, dear, let's get naked and sexy," she winked.
Gary reached out and tugged at his tie, pulling it off and tossing it toward a nearby chair.
CHAPTER 5
Gary undressed slowly and with great uncertainty.
The thing that he feared the most was removing his shorts and revealing to Mona that his penis was not as hard as it should be.
He kept struggling through the undressing act, finally reaching the last stage and removing his shorts.
Although his penis had come up a little, it was not up to the point where he would be able to satisfactorily perform.
He turned away, embarrassed to look at Mona, but she was a lot more understanding than he had realized.
Mona was determined to get her husband as hard as a rock, and looked upon the occasion as a great challenge.
"Come over here," she motioned to him.
Gary threw his body into bed, watching as his wife kicked back the sheets and wiggled her body energetically.
She opened her arms, receiving him, then circling his body.
While her arms remained pressed tightly against Gary's body, he moved his head downward. His lips puckered with expectation, and he slipped them eagerly against her lips.
Gary's body rocked as lips collided with lips. He was convinced that, if he could just let himself go, perhaps he could forget how tired he was. Maybe he could even temporarily forget about the problems in his business, and concentrate strictly on giving his beautiful wife a good time in bed.
His lips plunged resoundingly against hers several times, and all the while her arms gripped his body tightly. She didn't want to let go. Mona wanted to hang on to her husband while he kept on delivering his piercing lip kisses to her.
After he had made penetrating contact with her lips on several occasions, he slipped his tongue with one dramatic forward thrust inside her mouth.
Her emotions became totally unglued as his tongue rippled excitedly against hers. Once more the sight of her son letting his tongue loose within Irene Gibson's mouth flashed before her eyes.
Stoutly determined to return every dynamic movement that Gary forwarded, Mona tilted her quivering body upward ever so slightly.
She wanted the best possible angle so that she would be able to meet his tongue thrusts.
Dramatically their tongues met with spectacular ease. The longer that they clashed, the faster and more sharply that the impact became.
She liked the sensations of her tongue winding against Gary's, and as their tongues kept meeting with devastating passion, her fingers pressed more fervently than ever against his skin.
She clutched at his back, and her breath was becoming short from the dynamic tongue thrusts that they were skillfully exchanging.
He removed his tongue from her mouth, at which point she was on the verge of orgasm. She felt herself becoming increasingly damper in her pussy, and wanted to later experience the sensations of his long dick pushing her to climax as he plunged it forward.
With that thought firmly etched in her mind, Mona reached down with her right hand and began to toy with her husband's testicles. On those occasions when he experienced the greatest difficulty, she usually was successful in bringing him up to erection to the extent that she could initially excite his balls.
Her fingers kept on working busily over his balls. She reached out and squeezed them, then tugged at them, hoping to instill him with the fires of passion.
While the fingers of one hand kept on manipulating over his balls, she worked her other hand over the tip of his cock.
She began by teasing his foreskin, watching as he wiggled.
"Do you like that?" she smiled.
"It does have a teasing sensation. Yes, I do."
"I'll be giving you more of the same," she winked, laughing as she continued her steady even movements.
Her finger movements worked with sharp repetition. She steadily kept up the pace, hoping to work her husband into a state of overpowering anxiety.
Her efforts, however, failed to achieve that objective. Rather than becoming disappointed, she merely decided that another approach would work better, that of putting her tongue to work on his cock.
While she allowed the fingers of both her hands to circulate engagingly over her husband's scrotum, Mona let her head drop down toward his cock.
She went to work on the tip of Gary's organ, allowing her long red tongue to flick over the very tip of his dick.
She watched his body wiggle as she kept up her movements.
"Get me hard," Gary said with a tinge of desperation in his tone. "Keep your tongue working, dear."
Mona wanted to get him up to full action. Then he would be in a position to exercise the same degree of authority over her that her son had done with Irene.
She kept on recalling how excitedly Ed had moved his body, sending his cock ever deeper into Irene's mound. He had attacked her pussy spiritedly, driving his cock eagerly into her, pushing himself ever closer to climax with every stab.
It seemed ironic to Mona that she would be recalling a sex act with her son in order to get aroused toward her husband, but Ed's movements had been so blisteringly sexy, so appetizing, that she just couldn't get him off her mind.
All the while she continued working her tongue, beginning to slide it now up and down the full length of Gary's prick.
"Keep going," Gary called out urgently.
With stout determination, Mona plodded on.
She let her tongue slide up and down her husband's cock, hoping to get him excited enough to where he would achieve full erection.
The longer and harder she tried, though, the greater the frustrations became. She began to grow disenchanted.
Gary felt tremendously embarrassed, and he had a pained expression on his face as he lay there, aware of the fact that he was not going to be able to perform with Mona in the manner that he would have liked to.
"Maybe you'd better stop, honey," he told her with regret.
Mona released her tongue from his cock, looking up at him.
"You're really hot, aren't you?" he asked.
"That's right. So hot I can hardly stand it."
"I'll go down on you, sweetheart, it's the least I can do. I'm really sorry. I've been getting so tired the last few days. My nerves are on edge."
"You're working too hard, honey," she said.
"You're telling me. I realize it."
"Then you ought to do something about it."
"I just can't. I've got all these commitments, and I'm trying to meet every last one of them."
Gary reached down at that point, allowing his right hand to run smoothly along his wife's velvety triangle.
He touched the wet matted pubic hair, then ran his fingers down beneath the hairs toward her pussy.
Back and forth he rubbed his fingers briskly, letting the sensations flow within her mound.
"I hope that's giving you some satisfaction," he said.
"It is. Keep up your finger stabs, darling.
I really like what you're doing."
He moved feverishly forward, attempting as best he could to compensate for his lack of achievement in the other direction. Maybe he couldn't get his cock hard, he thought, but he could at least make recompense to some degree by giving his wife's pussy the best workout possible.
While his fingers continued to dart eagerly over her mound, he could feel additional dampness surfacing inside her organ.
Her whole body quivered while the finger movements continued to proceed. She was developing intensity with every stroke that his fingers put forth, as the blood rushed through her whole body and her buttocks bounced up and down on the bed.
Soon her entire body was manipulating in a side-to-side fashion while his fervent tongue strokes continued to find the mark.
The drilling movements continued with great fervency, and as the rapid-fire drilling became that much more speedy, she found herself pushing closer to orgasm.
With her husband eagerly plunging ahead, he reached out with his right middle finger and began to probe with it inside her ass-hole.
He recalled the early days of their marriage, when he had been so intrigued by his wife's beautiful ass. On those occasions he had many times pumped his finger high into her ass-hole, and that was exactly what he was doing at that point in time, getting her that much more ready to explode her juices inside his mouth.
His tongue kept on swiftly working, driving frenziedly into her pussy. While the tongue bath inside her mound continued, his finger plunging devastated her anus.
Her ass cheeks began wiggling so furiously that, for a time, it looked like she was going to lift herself up from the bed and propel herself into mid-air.
Mona began to gasp loudly as her husband drew that much closer to getting her off.
"Keep your tongue working," she exclaimed, "you're really sending the fires through my body. Keep sucking, darling, suck it, suck my mound. Oh, bring me off. That's it, bring me off."
Gary knew that one convenient way to get her to the verge of climax was through nibbling on her clitoris, and that was his next step. He removed his tongue from her pink wet slit, allowing his teeth to nibble ever so gently against her clit.
Once more Mona's body began to bounce up and down on the bed, and again it appeared that she was about to take off and fly through the air.
While the nibbling proceeded at just the right level, he kept on stabbing her ass-hole. He nibbled with his teeth gently, but found the range with the finger movements a lot more sharply.
His finger pumping coupled with the clitoris nibbling caused Mona to reach a state of sexual helplessness, one in which she knew that she had to orgasm quickly.
"Get your tongue back on my cunt," she shouted. "Bring me off, sweetheart. I really need it."
Her husband devotedly switched his efforts from the nibbling to the sucking, sending his tongue surging with great passion into her box.
He tickled her to the very depths of her inner being. As his tongue swept along her snatch, making certain that it splashed against her vaginal walls and caught every crevice of her, she discovered that there was no holding back her juices any longer.
"Here comes the flood tide," she warned.
One loud gasp later the stream of liquid skyrocketed out of her pussy and into his waiting mouth.
Alertly, Gary stuck with the load, swallowing every drop, doing his utmost to satisfy his beautiful wife.
While the juices were spilling out of her, Mona let her fingers move up and down her husband's back. Her legs trembled, and she let her smooth, warm thighs graze along the sides of Gary's face, supplying him with additional sensation.
He kept up his persistent ass-hole stabbing, allowing his finger to surge high into her anus until she finally finished juicing.
He withdrew his finger from her ass-hole and his tongue from her mound.
"Hope that made you happy," he said. "I'm awful sorry about my temperamental cock."
"You did a very good job of sucking me," she reached out and patted her husband affectionately on the side of the face.
She could see just how tired Gary was. His face had reddened a little during the course of the furious sexual activity. As for the circles under his eyes, they appeared to be darker and more thick than they had been when he entered the house.
Even though she desperately wanted his cock in her mound, Mona recognized that her goal could not be achieved, at least during this particular evening.
"You'd better get some sleep, honey," she told her husband thoughtfully. "You do look tired."
"I am tired. Very tired."
She watched as Gary stretched out on the bed. He closed his eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed and observed him beginning to snore.
Mona realized that he was snoring a lot more frequently now than he ever had in the past. It just demonstrated to her one more example of her husband's tiredness. She was getting concerned about Gary. He couldn't perform in bed the way that he had previously. And he seemed to be so tired when he came home.
Mona waited until Gary was in the midst of a deep sleep. At that point she began thinking once more about her son Ed. She could see his young, firm ass cheeks twisting in bed as he slammed his peter deep inside his lover Irene's mound.
The more that Mona thought about that stirring sight which she had observed, the hotter that she became between her legs in her still super-charged pussy.
Even though Gary had done his best, and had brought her off spectacularly with his tongue efforts, she was still hot. He had by no means completely satisfied her. There was a burning need within lovely Mona to receive additional satisfaction.
The longer that she imagined Ed's thrusting body lying before her on the bed, the greater the degree of eagerness that surfaced inside her to get her juices off one more time.
Mona got up slowly from the bed, easing her naked form out toward the bathroom.
She closed the door behind her, then, on second thought, locked it. She had a perfect excuse, she told herself, in the event that Gary should suddenly wake up and wonder what she was doing. It should be patently obvious that she was doing nothing more than cleaning up, washing off her pussy fluid in the aftermath of her husband's effective tongue job. She realized that the odds of him waking up would be very slim, but she would be prepared for such eventuality in the event that it occurred.
Mona stood before the bathroom mirror, observing her beautiful body. It couldn't help but sadden her to know that, as badly as she had wanted her husband to fuck her, he had been unable to do so. She felt that her flawless lovely form, which she had kept in such great shape through the years, was little more than an ornament. After all, she thought, she didn't have a hot man to fuck her whenever the desire arose, so what was the use of keeping her body in such great condition?
She reached out and let the fingers of her left hand work their way up her right thigh and toward her pussy. Her fingertips worked smoothly over her mound, and as she picked up the pace, she moved her fingers more speedily than before.
Back and forth she glided her fingers, picking up momentum as she worked with great conviction, determined to get her juices off one more time.
As she angled her body from side to side, flipping it back and forth in the same manner that she would have had there been a cock inside her pussy, Mona closed her eyes and once again thought about her son Ed.
She couldn't get over just how big an impression he had made when he had fucked Irene. Sure she had made a big fuss about it, but down deep, even at the moment that she was blowing up, she knew how much she had enjoyed watching Ed drill his cock inside Irene's pussy.
Her fingers moved more briskly than before, sliding passionately inside her box as she moved that much closer to her objective.
Mona finally heaved a sigh, at which juncture she looked down and observed the flowing juices spilling out of her mound and dripping down her thigh.
She moved forward toward the wash bowl, washing the vaginal liquid from her body.
Mona had mixed feelings as she turned off the light and walked back into the bedroom.
She had been happy over the fact that she had gotten her juices off with her husband's tongue exploring her mound, but it saddened her to know that she was not able to receive the very kind of action she needed to completely satisfy her.
Mona longed to have a hard cock drilling inside her pussy, sending the sparkling fires throughout her entire body as she was pushed toward a devastating climax.
CHAPTER 6
Toward the end of the week, Gary revealed to Mona that he would have to go out of town for the weekend.
"There's this convention of sales representatives from the car agencies in the northern part of the state," he told her. "I really should be there."
"If you must, dear, then you must."
"Would you like to go along?"
She hesitated a moment before answering.
"No thank you, darling. I think I'll pass this one up."
"I realize that some of these things are absolute bores," he shook his head. "I remember the one we went to in Chicago a few months ago. We never even got to see the sights. It was dull. I don't blame you for staying home."
"I feel kind of, well, kind of tired."
"Then stay home and rest, dear. I understand."
Mona realized that her problem wasn't fatigue. She was downright bored, and Gary was boring her, even though she hated to concede that point even to herself.
She drove him to the airport early Friday morning, then drove back home.
She attended a women's club meeting that afternoon, but her mind was a long way removed from the activity that was taking place.
Once again she was thinking a great deal about sex, and the longer she thought about it, the more she recognized that, if her husband couldn't supply her with the kinds of sensation she needed, she was going to have to find somebody somewhere who could and would.
For some strange reason, and it bothered her to recognize it, her son Ed kept returning to her span of consciousness. She just couldn't seem to stop thinking about how sexy he had looked fucking Irene.
That afternoon when she returned home from the meeting, instead of getting dinner, as she normally would have, Mona decided to put on her leopard-skin bikini and take a dip in the pool.
She sometimes resorted to swimming when she felt particularly frustrated, and needed physical release from her mental traumas.
She undressed, then quickly put on the bikini, going outside into the back yard.
She swam the length of the pool some eight to ten times, then got out and dried herself. She walked briskly back into the house, removing her bikini and slipping on her white lace panties and matching bra.
Mona deliberated over what to wear, and finally decided to throw on a lavender house coat, which she sometimes wore when she wanted to relax.
She strode barefooted into the living room, where she mixed herself a stiff shot of bourbon and water.
Mona belted down her first drink quickly, then immediately mixed herself a second.
The more she drank the more troubled she became, but she wasn't about to stop. She was in one of those trying frames of mind where she was determined to keep on belting down the booze.
She was rapidly approaching the drunken stage when the door opened at a few minutes after five.
Mona observed her startled son Ed walking into the house.
"Hi, mom," he said, looking at her strangely, quickly observing the glass in her hand and her glassy-eyed appearance.
"How's it going, Ed darling?"
"Not bad, I guess," Ed said cautiously, still not quite over the trauma of the tongue lashing she had given him just a few days earlier.
"You know, Ed, I think you can use a drink," she looked at him and giggled.
"Are you kidding? You've treated me like a young boy, mom. Do you really want me to have something to drink?"
"You know, I was thinking about that," she said reflectively. "It might just well be that I was being too protective. You know, that sometimes happens with mothers. Particularly mothers of an only child, like you. I'll tell you what. I'll fix you a drink. How would you like me to mix you a bourbon and water?
That's what I'm having."
"That sounds pretty good," Ed grinned, beginning to relax a little more as he sat down in a chair.
He watched Mona get up from the chair on which she had been sitting. She conscientiously mixed him a drink, which she carried over and handed to him.
"Thank you," Ed said.
She picked up her own glass, raising it before her.
"Here's to your health," Mona said.
"Same here," Ed replied.
They sipped their drinks slowly, and all the while Mona was becoming more turned on by her young son. She kept telling herself that it was just infatuation, and nothing more. Perhaps it was a desire to escape. But down deep she recognized that there was a lot more to it than that. Ed had a sexy way about him, and, what with her not getting enough in the way of sex satisfaction from her husband, she was seeking satisfaction elsewhere.
"You're really a very handsome young guy, Ed," she said. "I'm real proud of you. You know, maybe I was a little too harsh the other day. I guess a young guy has to have fun. I can't expect to treat you like a monk in some monastery, because you're not. I don't think you'd be the type."
"That's for sure," Ed nodded, a little surprised over his mother's sudden candor.
They drank for a little while longer, finishing the contents in their respective glasses.
Mona suddenly rose from her chair, walking slowly over to Ed.
It wasn't until that moment that Ed really began to get the point. He could see the certain intensity in his mother's eyes. Prior to making that observation, he had thought of her conversation as nothing more than a candid attempt to get at the truth. Now he recognized her efforts as much more than that. She was attracted to him, and it was just a question of how far she was going to carry that attraction.
She stopped a few scant inches away from the chair, reaching out with her right hand and running her fingers ever so slowly through his hair.
"You look very good, darling, you really do," Mona told him.
After she had run her fingers through his hair several times, she lowered her head, then extended her lips forward. As she puckered up, Ed tensed his body, anticipating a stiff kiss.
Her thick ruby-red lips crushed penetratingly against his, causing all kinds of shock waves to vibrate throughout his body.
Ed instinctively jumped up from the chair, throwing his arms around his mother and reciprocating with a slashing tongue kiss.
They Frenched with magnificent grace and enthusiasm. His tongue kept on meeting hers, converging with great devastation.
He removed his tongue from her mouth, then exclaimed:
"Let's go into the bedroom."
"Yes, my bedroom, dear. We've got plenty of room there, and nobody will ever find out. Your father's in San Francisco by now."
While they walked slowly toward the bedroom, the passions began to consistently build within Mona's body.
Mona didn't even spend time thinking about the inherent wrong in what she was doing. She couldn't consider guilt feelings at that point. They didn't even exist. She was concerned about one element only, that of satisfying her body, which was quaking with sensation.
Once they got into the bedroom, she turned on one dim light, seeking to give them just enough light to carry on, but not too much. That, she reasoned, would have ruined the romantic effect.
Mona observed with great pleasure her son quickly removing his clothes.
As he sat on the edge of a chair, nervously removing his shoes, then his socks, Mona decided to put on the same kind of a luxurious strip routine that she often did for Gary, when she was extremely eager to have sex with him.
She stood just in front of the bed, and began to remove the lavender house coat.
She pulled it off of her in slow motion, letting him see just a little bit of her scantily clad body at a time.
Mona finally removed the house coat, tossing it into a nearby chair, then placing her hands on her hips.
She remained proud of her lovely form, and it gave her a great feeling of satisfaction to observe the way that her son was looking at her.
His eyes were mushrooming with increasing excitement as he kept on staring at her form. All she wore were her panties and bra, and it would be only a short time before she removed those objects.
She slowly undid the straps which held together her bra, then let the bra drop by its own momentum to the floor.
Mona thrust her breasts forward, giving her son a good look at the smooth, ivory objects.
He ceased his undressing for the moment, sitting in rapt attention as his mother worked her fingers down to her panties.
She gripped the panties firmly, then slid them slowly down her legs.
Ed observed her smooth, creamy thighs, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would fasten his fingers to them.
Mona observed his reactions carefully, and quickly noted the huge erection that was forming inside his trousers.
Her fingers kept gliding the panties down her legs, right up, up until the moment that she was able to step out of them and reveal herself totally in the nude.
Her son's eyes fastened momentarily on her pubic mound, after which he decided that it was time for him to finish undressing.
Ed watched as his mother walked slowly toward the bed, then reached out and pulled back the sheets.
Once the sheets were properly discarded, she slid her beautiful form into the bed, stretching out on the clean white surface.
"I'm ready for you any time," she said softly.
Ed gulped, quickening the pace of his undressing movements. He quickly climbed out of his shirt, then pulled his T-shirt up over his head and discarded it.
A few moments later, Ed stepped out of his shorts. He got up from the chair and walked slowly toward the bed, his huge penis thrusting out magnificently before him.
Ed nervously reached down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to maneuver over the tip of his cock.
"Come over here, baby, and let me take that cock away from you," Mona said.
It amazed her how uninhibited she was becoming in the presence of her own son. The feelings of guilt only manifested themselves for a fleeting few seconds in her mind. She quickly discarded the feelings, concentrating instead on how eager she was to please her son.
He slid his body into bed, lying a few inches away from her.
Mona looked down at the sight of her son's throbbing penis. She reached out and let her fingers move up and down its glossy surface.
He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, and as he felt the waves of sensation surging through him, he felt the fires building within his balls as well.
Mona pumped ardently, moving her fingers up and down the full length of her son Ed's penis.
"Keep your fingers pumping," he sighed. "You're really doing the job, honey."
The longer that her fingers maneuvered up and down Ed's cock, the faster and more sharply her movements became.
Mona was as thrilled as a schoolgirl to have the opportunity to focus her finger efforts on a hard penis.
Mona went wild at the prospect of fingering her son's cock.
She moved her fingers eagerly up and down his long stem, then switched her action to his balls. She reached out and toyed with his scrotum, watching as the balls bulged with great anticipation.
"I like the way that the balls are expanding," she said. "That's a great sign, honey. It means there's lots of juice storing up in there."
"I've got plenty of juice inside my nuts," he smiled. "There'll be plenty for your cunt,"
"That's just what I wanted, honey. I wanted your hard dick throbbing inside my pussy. Are you up to that?"
"Take a look at my size. It shouldn't be necessary for you to ask that question."
"No, I don't suppose it should be," she giggled. "It's just that I like to hear extra confirmation."
"You've got it."
At that point Ed turned into a thrusting cocksman who threw his body forward and grabbed his mother by the hips.
He liked feeling her warm, firm skin, and the longer that his fingers came into scorching contact with it, the better that he felt.
His fingers stabbed against her hips several times, then worked their way down her legs. He loved gripping her thighs, and did so resolutely.
While his fingers continued to clutch her legs, he reached down and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
The stabbing French kisses caused feelings of exhilaration to circulate throughout her body. She rotated her ass cheeks and legs back and forth as he kept up his dynamic tongue stabs.
When Ed withdrew his tongue from her mouth, he set his sights next on her left ear.
Ed reached up and pecked at her ear several times, then slipped his tongue inside it. He conscientiously laved her ear, driving his tongue inside it as he kept up the pace.
With burning desire the searing tongue movements continued, and as he kept working his tongue with resplendent zeal, he needed to put his fingers to work at the same time.
Ed decided that the best way to thoroughly enthrall his mother would be to let his fingers glide around her pussy while his tongue bathed her ear lobe.
The double sensations drove her close to the brink of orgasm.
"Quick, get down on my pussy," she gasped. "I can't take any more of this, honey. Go down there and kiss my cunt, oh, yes, kiss it."
He removed his fingers quickly from her mound, then dropped his head down toward her pink pussy.
His lips puckered up and attacked her pussy lips, plunging against her vaginal flesh.
The kissing contact caused her whole body to quake, and as it did he ran his fingers soothingly over her thighs.
From the way that Mona's entire body was shaking, Ed knew that he had her precisely where he wanted her. He was determined to give her the best possible fuck that he could.
"Start sucking," she eagerly gasped. "I'm gonna give you a bust in the mouth like you've never had, baby. Better than any other girl has given you. Get busy and suck. Work your tongue inside my slit. Suck me, darling."
While he gripped her thighs effectively, he moved his tongue into place, implanting it inside her mound.
With swift, sweeping strokes, he worked his tongue against her pussy. He drove it at top speed, not even bothering with any slow strokes. He could tell from the cries of urgency that came from her just how badly Mona wanted to explode her juices inside his mouth. He wasn't about to disappoint her in any way.
Eagerly he kept on sucking, driving his surging tongue forward, pushing her ever closer to the precipice of orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm just about ready," she warned.
She reached out and tugged at the small of his back, clasping her fingers against his back muscles as he kept on burying his tongue ever deeper inside her already moist, pink slit.
A few strokes later, she let out a howl. He knew just how close she was to juicing in his mouth, and it gave him that much more incentive to proceed ahead. He attacked her tongue at a blistering level, working it eagerly against every crevice of pussy flesh.
"I'm gonna juice, I'm gonna juice," she said.
She kicked her legs high into the air several times, letting herself go entirely under the impetus of his stabbing tongue momentum.
She heaved one last sigh, after which the flood-tide of juices was released from her pussy.
"I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," she exclaimed.
He kept up his savage tongue pace, going after every droplet of juice that bolted from her pussy.
Ed released his tongue from her mound, recognizing just how badly he needed to get his cock off.
He looked down at his lover's vagina, so wet and enticing. He thought about how great it would be to have his cock stabbing with devastating precision inside that pussy of hers.
"I want in you," he said, "and I want it right now."
"Fuck me," she exclaimed. "You've done a good job of sucking me, darling. Keep up the action. I really want it. I really need it."
He reached out and parted her legs some more, grabbing her by the ankles and fondling her skin affectionately.
Ed's eyes focused briefly on her hot snatch. He wanted to sink his long dick into her hot inviting pink mound.
He moved his fingers over toward her breasts, allowing them to clutch at her firm skin.
Ed kept up the finger movements for a little while, then decided to bring his tongue movements to bear against her warm flesh.
His tongue darted against her left breast, and the longer he kept up the tongue stabs, the more eager both of them became for him to unleash his cock inside her pussy.
Once that Ed had left a trail of saliva over her left breast, he switched his eager tongue over to her right, repeating the same exciting process.
While his tongue kept on stabbing at her breast, he worked his fingers around her buttocks. He pinched her ass cheeks a few times, causing her to moan. But it was a kind of moan that spurred him on some more. He knew how badly she wanted the kind of action he was willing to supply.
"I need your fuck, and I need it right now," she said as Ed finally released his tongue from her breast.
Ed said nothing, but looked down at his hard cock. He stroked it a few times, then looked at his mother with a great sense of urgency.
"Get set," he told her.
Then his eyes fastened abruptly on her pussy, so warm, so wet, so inviting. He needed immediately to enter her hot pink gash.
CHAPTER 7
With one resolute forward stab, Ed found himself pushing his cock into his mother's pussy.
He was completely astounded to discover just how tight she was. He had always heard that, once a woman got older, her pussy went to the dogs and lost something in the way of tightness. He recognized from his mother's example that the statement was clearly off base. It was something that apparently depended upon the woman, and his mother had, most certainly, kept her pussy in good shape.
He tore into her vaginal muscles, sending his cock slamming as deeply as he could into her warm, willing mound.
His feverish efforts continued, and he slammed his dick into her so relentlessly, and with such great conviction, that he could almost feel it tugging toward the back of her spine. He thought that if he came up with any more intensity his cock might very well come out the other side of her spine. He felt that confident about what he was doing, and about the manner in which his penis was constantly slamming home.
His fingers explored around her buttocks for a little while, then worked their way down her legs. He gripped her thighs passionately, continuing to surge his cock inside her pussy.
He gave her a good, thorough ride, planting every bit of sensation that he possessed into every stirring movement. He sent his stabbing, turgid sheath into the innermost reaches of her pussy.
While he was constantly making penetrating, pushing and pumping his cock deep inside her pussy, Mona was doing her level best to hold up her end of the fuck.
She was thrusting her body forward, meeting his every stab, twisting every time that he twisted his body. She kept pace with him beautifully, and all the while he pumped his cock, pushing that much closer to climax.
While his prick kept on surging inside her mound, he finally reached out and gripped her ass cheeks. He wanted to clasp them tightly, to have something to hold onto while he was moving his cock forward inside her pussy.
Her body wiggled some more, and she felt the juices spurting out of her pussy.
"Oh, I'm there," she said.
"I know, it feels great."
He then began stabbing against the hot wetness of her mound. It gave him that much greater incentive to know that she had orgasmed. Apparently he had gotten her as hot as she could possibly get, and he was stoutly determined to give her some more sensation as he kept up his fucking efforts.
His booming cock efforts continued at a brisk level as he fucked her mound, pumping and driving ever forward as he moved toward climax.
Ed's breath came in short gasps as he moved into the final few strokes preceding his orgasmic explosion.
There was a time bomb inside Ed that was set to detonate at any instant. Every time that he threshed his hips eagerly from side to side and planted his turgid organ ever deeper inside her pussy, he became that much more aware of that imminent inevitability.
"Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck, fuck," Mona gasped, out of her mind with passionate excitement. "I'm gonna juice again, darling. Let's see if we can trigger together. Come on and spill your juices in my pussy."
The knowledge of the fact that Mona was about ready to explode once more caused Ed to feel an even greater sense of determination as he plunged his prick into her mound.
Ed heaved a deep sigh, then briskly pumped his cock into her a few more times, pushing forward as he moved to the point of climax.
His trembling lips plunged downward toward her lips.
"I want to kiss you when I juice," he exclaimed.
Just as his lips were clamping ahold of hers, the stream of volcanic lava began to spurt out of the end of his cock.
His whole body trembled as if an earthquake had hit.
While his juices were spurting out of his dick, she also exploded.
Together they trembled, and their legs entwined around each other as they completed the act of orgasm.
Ed threw himself off of Mona's body, lying next to her and throwing an arm around her waist.
"I've never had a fuck like that before in my life," he admitted.
"That makes two of us."
"You're leveling with me?" Ed looked over at her, a surprised expression on his face.
"Why does that surprise you?"
"It's just that. Well, you're a lot older than I am, mom. I'm sure you've had a lot of spectacular fucks."
"Never one like this. We both completely let ourselves go. As far as I'm concerned, that's the key to a good fuck."
"There's no doubt about it. It's the only way two people can really experience the ultimate."
She gratefully leaned her head forward, allowing her lips to plunge against his.
While their lips remained pressed firmly together, locked in impassioned bliss, Mona reached out and ran her fingers through his hair.
The longer that Mona was exposed to Ed sexually, the hungrier she became. That first fuck was just a prelude to something more.
Mona recognized the necessity of another exhilarating screw. It was just a question of how and where.
When she withdrew her lips from Ed's, she looked at him and exclaimed:
"I'm gonna turn you every way but loose."
"That's just the way I want you to think," he grinned.
Mona looked down at her son's prick. It was still standing tall, having gone down very little as a result of his voluminous orgasm.
CHAPTER 8
Overpowering desires swept through Mona's body.
She felt a compelling urge to reach out and grab her son's cock. She had to get it up to the same level of excitement and length that it had been at when it exploded inside her pussy.
Mona reached out and began by moving her fingers ever so gingerly over the foreskin of his penis.
She loved touching the flaccid skin, and the more frequently that her fingers came into contact with his bulging instrument, the hotter that she felt. She wanted the sense of accomplishment of knowing that she got his cock up all the way, then was able to bring him to climax with her tongue once it reached that level.
While the fingers of her right hand continued exploring the foreskin of her son's hard dick, she reached down with her left hand and started to let her fingers travel over his balls.
She worked her fingers smoothly, watching the fires within him build as she kept up her stirring tempo. The longer she sustained her movements, the more obvious it became as to just how eager he was becoming for sex. His whole body started to quiver, and as it did she worked her fingers that much more quickly over his cock and balls.
"You're dynamite with your fingers," he exclaimed. "Just keep them working, honey. You keep up that kind of movement, and I'm gonna be juicing all over the damned place."
Busily the fingers continued to slide, and the more quickly they worked, the hotter that he found himself becoming.
She was accomplishing just the purpose that she had set out to achieve. She was getting her son hot, so hot that he would have to explode before long.
Mona's fingers, which started by tenderly massaging the foreskin of his penis, now began to move down the full length of his erect pecker.
She liked touching the smooth, hard skin, and every time she recognized just how much harder and longer his prick was becoming, she became that much more eager for contact.
Up and down she firmly pumped, getting him that much closer to orgasm.
"You're gonna have to start sucking me soon," he told her.
"Just hang on, baby. First of all I want to give you all the finger contact I can. I want to make sure that I get you as excited as possible."
"I'm already there. I can't get any more excited."
"That's what you think. Just wait until I give you a little more action."
Her fingers kept on gliding up and down the full length of his passionate organ. He began to gasp, his legs splaying as she repeated her hot movements.
"Get down and suck it," he cried out. "I just can't take much more, baby. Oh, it's just too much for me to withstand."
While her fingers busily tore into his burning balls, she reached out with her long red tongue and began to massage the very tip of his cock.
Mona decided she would bring out the greatest degree of passion within him by starting out with the ball sucking. After a little bit of that, she would be certain to work her tongue down all the way to the base of his dick. She wanted to swallow his hard prick, to feel the hot throbbing sensations of it as it stabbed inside her mouth. She wanted to experience beautiful deep throat sex with her hot young son, and, ultimately, to feel the sensations of his thick white creamy juice spilling out of the end of his cock.
The steady ball tugging got him all the more aroused as she systematically worked her tongue up and down his dick.
She squeezed and tugged at his testicles, bringing the intensifying fires forward, getting him that much hotter.
Up and down she pumped and stroked, working her tongue laboriously, sliding her fingers around his balls as she sucked him.
She finally manipulated her mouth to where she was practically gulping down his cock. She thrust the huge savory stick as deeply intd her mouth as she could, planning on giving him the best sensations possible.
"Eat my cock," he exclaimed. "You're really going after it, sweetheart. Slide that tongue down my prick. That's it. Oh, you're really stuffing it into your mouth, honey. That's what I like. Keep on stuffing that hot stick into you."
While the burning sensations continued to multiply within her mouth every time that she stabbed his prick penetratingly deeper into her, she released her fingers from his balls.
She desired to cup her fingers around his ass cheeks, to hang onto him tightly, to cling to her hot son while he was getting set to unleash his juices into her waiting mouth.
She moved her fingers briskly, coming into close contact with his buttocks. She squeezed the firm skin, tugging desperately as she thrust his cock in all the way, driving it hard, pumping it into her mouth.
Ed could not withstand much more of this kind of pace. It would have been too much for any man, but most particularly, a hot young man like himself.
She kept on stabbing with her tongue, pushing his cock ever deeper, enjoying the act of intercourse. She wanted to gobble down every drop of his hot white sperm, and she anticipated with great interest the moment at which his juices would begin to gush out of the end of his rod.
A few moments later the sea of passionate juices began to unleash itself from the depth of his balls, surging forward at the end of his long, itchy prick, and spraying into her mouth.
She went after the hot white gobs of thick cream, seeking to devour every drop, attacking the gushing liquids as they spilled into the deepest corners of her mouth.
Mona had given her son passionate deep throat sex, and he in turn was unleashing his burning juices into her inflamed mouth.
"Take it all," he encouraged, "stay with the sucking, honey. Eat it, baby, eat my cock juice."
She finished gobbling up the load, then released his now stilled cock from her mouth.
"What a cock-sucker you are," he said. "It looks like you haven't had any action like that for a long time."
"I haven't. I was starved for it," she admitted.
"My God. Hasn't dad been taking care of you?"
"I don't even like to talk about that," she said defensively.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything unpleasant."
"It is unpleasant," she nodded. "He just can't seem to make it anymore. It bothers me, it bothers me a good deal."
"I'm sorry about that."
"You did quite a bit to remedy it," she smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, my pussy is burning up just thinking about it. I loved devouring your cock juice. It was so thick and creamy. I love that gooey stuff."
"Speaking of goo, I'll bet you've got a lot stored up in your pussy," he smiled.
"Would you be so kind as to go down on me?" she asked soothingly.
"I certainly would."
"It would be greatly appreciated."
"After the fucks you gave me, I'll do any damn thing that you want."
"A nice pussy suck would be fine, thank you."
"I'll do better than that," he told her with stout determination. "I'll start out by sucking your ass-hole. That'll get you so horny you won't know what to do."
"I must admit, you're making things sound more enticing every time that you open your mouth."
"Except that the next time I open my mouth, it's gonna be to suck your ass-hole with."
"Go ahead. I'm so horny now I don't know what to do."
"I know what to do," he laughed.
He ran his fingers up and down her long legs, enjoying the stimulating contact with her firm skin.
Ed looked down at her moist twat, which looked so tempting. He could hardly wait to sink his tongue into her moist pink passion pit, but before he did that he would be going to work on her ass-hole.
He cupped his fingers around her buttocks several times. He liked the shape of them, and only wished that the other girls that he knew from school were built as well as his mother.
Ed parted her legs, then dropped his head down toward her ass-hole.
He slipped his tongue inside her anus, tickling the outer edge of her ass-hole.
"That's a great start," she gasped.
While his fingers smoothly circulated around her thighs, he let his tongue move forward, stabbing ever deeper into her ass-hole.
When his movements began to intensify, her body rocked. Mona's beautifully conducted breasts jiggled as he kept on stroking her ass-hole.
His fingers kept on burying themselves in her warm flesh, and his tongue penetrated as deeply as it would go inside her ass-hole.
When he began to plunge to the deepest extent, her whole body twisted in dramatic response to his movements.
"Keep sucking," she sighed in a husky tone, becoming more and more carired away by his efforts. "Drive your tongue into my ass-hole. I need it, honey. Oh, do I need it."
After a few more minutes of drilling his tongue inside her ass-hole, he contemplated the next course of action, moving his tongue around inside her pussy.
But before he moved on to that stage, he worked his tongue around her anus a few more times. And as he did so, he slipped the fingers of his right hand inside her box. She was good and moist, just like he wanted her, and his fingers slipped and slid with relentless determination.
Once her body had been propelled into a state of exuberant bliss, he released his fingers from her mound and began to work his tongue inside her pussy.
With determined zeal his tongue continued to blaze over her mound.
To give himself some extra satisfaction, he reached beneath her and pulled up against her ass cheeks, causing her body to rise as his fingers dominated her.
The hot, peppery strokes between her legs continued as he pushed her dramatically toward climax. With consistent zeal he sprayed her dramatically with his tongue, moving her ever closer to climax.
He liked knowing that he was dominating his mother. Mona was at his beck and call, willing to follow him in any pursuit, just as long as it was in the direction of hot, exciting sex.
While his fingers continued busily working over her ass cheeks, the juices began to spill out of her pussy.
Her body wiggled with overpowering satisfaction as he kept on eating the juices from her organ.
"Keep going after it," she exclaimed. "Eat my pussy, honey. Tackle every drop that comes out of it. I want you to have it, baby, I want you to eat my juices. Go after my passionate load."
It made him feel good to know that he had in some way reciprocated after she had given him such tremendous enjoyment.
There was a look of contentment on her face after he finished that had not been there up until that time.
Mona began to wonder about the implications of all that she had done. She had just had sex with her own son. It wasn't a one-shot deal, either. It was a sustained, torrid adventure in which he had provided her with the very pleasures she had been denied recently on so many occasions by her own husband.
As Ed got up slowly from the bed, Mona's thoughts drifted toward Gary for the first time since she and Ed had gotten involved in the act of lovemaking.
She couldn't help but wonder what he would ever think if he knew that she had seduced her own son. After all, she had been the aggressor. It had been her idea to go to bed, and she had teased her son accordingly, getting him to the point of helplessness to where his cock was so hard that he could not turn back the temptation thrust at his doorstep.
Even though Ed had orgasmed twice, he did not appear to be very tired as he began to put his clothes back on.
Once more Mona thought about Gary. She couldn't help but notice the sharp contrast between the way that her son was able to conduct himself in bed, and the manner in which her husband Gary dragged himself.
Mona couldn't help but wonder if she was falling into some kind of a terrible trap. She wondered if the trap door was about to shut, leaving her in a complex, puzzled state.
"You're the best piece of ass ever," Ed exclaimed emphatically.
CHAPTER 9
Even though Mona had certain misgivings about the sex experience with her son, she soon reached the point where she was disposed toward accepting everything philosophically.
Mona regarded herself as a creature of necessity, someone who, after having been deprived of sexual expression for all too long, had finally found an avenue, a vehicle for such expression.
Even though it did bother her a little that she was obtaining such satisfaction with her own son, considering the alternative, she decided to go on with things the way they were.
She knew that her husband would not be home until Monday morning, and he had called on Saturday afternoon to notify her to that effect. That left the entire weekend to be spent with her son.
Mona fixed her son Ed and herself a steak that evening, along with baked potatoes and a tossed green salad.
Once they finished dinner, having guzzled a good deal of wine in the process as well, she found herself in a highly playful mood.
The longer Mona considered the possibilities for the future, the more convinced she became that she had better take her fun as she found it. After all, she couldn't help but remember, her husband would be returning on Monday. Following his return it would not be quite so easy to engage in sex with her son whenever she felt like it.
The sense of urgency welled within her stomach as she got up from the table, feeling just a little bit high, to the point where a certain recklessness was overtaking her.
"What do you say we go into the bedroom and ball," she looked at Ed and grinned.
"Gosh, I was gonna suggest something else."
"Whatever could be better than that?" she looked at him with disappointment.
"A nice surprise. I was going to take you with me to a nice orgy. You could really let your hair down there."
"What makes you think that those kids would want to have anything to do with an old lady like me?" she smiled, knowing that she was anything but that.
"Come on now. Don't hand me any of that," he chuckled. "You're an old lady like hell. You're the best fuck I've ever had. No, I did make something of a promise."
"You mean you made a date for tonight and you didn't even tell me?"
"I was hoping I could entice you along."
"What if I say no?"
"Then I guess I'd probably go over there for just a few minutes, have a drink or two, then come back," he shrugged helplessly. "But I don't know why you won't come with me. You'll have a good time, I can assure you of that. We'll just let ourselves go and fuck to our hearts' content. We'll do as convincing a job fucking over there as we would at home."
"Then why do we even need to leave home?"
"A good question. Well, sometimes when you get a whole group of people together, it's a little more fun. You can cheer each other along. I know you're gonna love it."
Mona stood there and considered his offer.
"All right, I'll go with you," she said. "I'm really beginning to feel like a nut, though. Here I am doing just about anything and everything. I really can't get over it."
"Stop worrying and just learn to have a good time," Ed told her.
She got ready, putting on a buckskin micro-mini skirt and white boots to go along with a white turtleneck sweater.
"If that doesn't knock their eyes out, nothing will," Ed sighed.
They drove over toward the University section of the city, parking the car just across the street from a series of apartments.
"It's right over there," Ed pointed toward a green two-story apartment building.
They walked across the street, then up the stairs leading to the second-floor room.
Mona's heart was beating rapidly. She couldn't help but feel a trace of nervousness over getting involved with people that she didn't even know.
Ed knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" a familiar-sounding girl's voice asked from inside the apartment. Mona strained to hear every word, recognizing the voice, but being unable to place it.
"It's just us," Ed laughed, "mother and son."
Mona was startled to observe a smiling Irene Gibson opening the door.
She looked highly enticing in a bra, a garter belt, and black net stockings.
"Come on in," Irene grinned.
Immediately Mona's body tightened as she walked inside the apartment. She felt like she had been betrayed.
"You didn't tell me you were coming here," Mona looked at her son and frowned.
"Why don't you like me, Mona?" Irene looked at Mona with disappointment.
"I caught you and my son in the act together," Mona said.
"But that was before you got hip," Irene laughed. "Look at you now. You've been balling with your son."
"How did you find out?" Mona asked, looking at Ed threateningly.
"Course I told her. There's nothing wrong in that. We level with each other on everything. After all, when people have fucked as many times as we have, then there's nothing wrong at all with leveling."
"That's right, it's almost as if we were married," Irene carefully explained, "except we don't have the responsibilities."
"Which makes it a hell of a lot better, as far as I'm concerned," Ed laughed. "Didn't you say you had some grass, honey?"
"I suggest we all light up," Irene said, walking toward a drawer nearby, opening it and removing some marijuana cigarettes.
"What do you want to do, have the police swarming all over this place?" Mona asked with astonishment. "You people are absolutely out of your minds."
"Don't get so uptight," Ed laughed. "It gets us in the mood for balling."
"I feel damned sexy after I've had some grass," Irene smiled. "Sure you wouldn't like to try some, Mona?"
"I certainly would not."
"Maybe later," Irene said hopefully.
"I doubt that very much."
Irene handed Ed a cigarette. He gleefully took it from her, slipping it into his mouth.
"Are you gonna smoke that stuff?" Mona asked.
"Don't play the role of the protective mother," Ed shot back. "You gave all that crap up when you balled with me. If you wanted to protect me, why the hell did you fuck with me?"
Mona recognized that she was trapped. She had no comeback for his logical question. It was all too true. If she wanted to fuck with him, then she couldn't very well reprimand him in other areas. He was now her lover, establishing a different identity role for the two of them.
She squirmed helplessly as she watched her son light his cigarette, then Irene do the same.
The two young lovers looked at each other and smiled. They smoked the grass quickly, and Mona, inhaling the strong stench of the cigarettes, could see their inhibitions melting with every puff that they took.
Once Irene finished her cigarette, she snuffed out the butt in a nearby ashtray, then sauntered toward the middle of the room.
From the way that her lovely hips swaggered, it was obvious that she was expecting a good fuck from Ed, and was attempting to make herself look as sexy as possible.
"I thought we were going to have some other people over here," Ed said, taking the last few puffs from his cigarette.
"I decided not to call them," Irene laughed, just as happy that she had put one over on Ed.
"I wonder why you didn't want to call them."
"I got to thinking and figured that a three-way orgy might be more fun," Irene smiled. "I think that if you get too many people into the act, you can wreck a good thing."
"You're being very presumptuous, young lady, to think that I'm going to get involved in any orgy with you," Mona said sternly.
"I'm not too worried about you, Mona. You'll come around in time."
"Don't count on it," Mona said, doing her best to keep up a stiff front.
Mona watched with great curiosity as her son put out his cigarette butt, then walked over toward Irene, looking at her with increasing hunger.
"I see you're dressed just the way I like you to be," he laughed.
"Oh, yes, baby. I know you dig these black net stockings."
"I dig taking them off, along with your garter belt."
"Why don't you get on your knees and do just that," Irene exclaimed.
"I will, just as long as you'll play with my dick while I'm making you happy."
"That's one request I'm only too happy to respond to."
Mona watched as her son sank slowly downward toward his knees.
The sexy red-haired college girl parted her smooth, trim legs, placing her hands on her hips and smiling confidently.
Irene knew just how much physical charm she had and was convinced that she could easily attract Ed any time and any way that she wanted to.
After Ed sank down to his knees, he reached out and grabbed ahold of her garter belt.
While his anxious fingers fumbled around the belt, Irene reached down and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard cock.
"I'll give a few tugs on it," she laughed.
She stooped down, pulling several times on his penis, then releasing her fingers from it.
When she released her fingers from his cock and straightened her body up, Ed realized that it was time to proceed full speed ahead.
He undid her garter belt, then reached down and clasped his fingers around her net stockings.
Ed worked his fingers anxiously down her legs, clutching to her stockings and pulling them eagerly downward.
"Keep going, baby, I like this action," she chuckled, watching him with fervent interest.
By that time the interest within Mona had loomed even higher. She sat watching the unfolding action with stern attention.
At first she had been angry about the prospects of her son getting involved with Irene, but once more she found herself enjoying her voyeur's role, just as she had enjoyed it when the same two people had had sex in her own house.
It mystified her that, even the second time around, she enjoyed enormously watching her son have sex with Irene.
CHAPTER 10
Ed continued to resolutely tug at Irene's stockings.
"Keep it up, darling, you've just about got them off," the giggled.
As he kept on moving his fingers down her legs, she stretched out on the middle of the rug, spreading her legs outwardly.
She lay there smiling, watching as he continued to tug at her stockings.
With one decisive final tug, he removed them altogether, then reached out and grabbed her black lace panties.
Mona couldn't help but get excited to an even greater extent as the action continued. She squirmed as she sat in the sofa, watching the steadily unfolding action as her son Ed became increasingly more enchanted with the prospect of fucking Irene.
He pulled down eagerly at her panties, scraping them against the warm skin on her thighs.
"Keep pulling, honey," she smiled. "You've just about got me there."
After he removed her panties, he looked up toward her bra. He reached out and undid it, letting it drop to the floor.
His instinctive response upon observing her breasts falling forward was to reach out and touch the huge, well-rounded globes of flesh.
His fingers curled around her nipples a few times, by which time she had become so overwhelmed with passion that it was necessary for her to coax him into another act.
"Get down and lick my ass-hole," she gasped. "Work on it, honey. My cunt's so hot. Slide your tongue around my ass. It'll get me there. It'll get me to the point where you can start sucking my twat."
He reached down and clamped his fingers around her thighs, then let his surging tongue loose inside her anus.
With great smoothness, he let his tongue go to work, manipulating eagerly around her ass-hole.
With every probing movement, he saw to it that he got her excited in just the right way, bringing her enthusiasm to the foreground gradually.
"I'm set, go down on me," she called out with great urgency.
He removed his tongue suddenly from her ass-hole, then put it to work inside her box.
Ed flipped his tongue around within her box, working quickly, probing devastatingly as he moved her toward climax.
His fingers clutched her thighs more tightly than before as he kept up the sucking, driving his tongue against her box, moving her ever closer to climax.
"Work your tongue," she exclaimed, "keep it going, darling. I love what you're doing. You're really exciting me. Oh, work your tongue beautifully, sweetheart. I need it. I want it. You're gonna give it to me."
By that time he was opening fire, driving his tongue deep into her warm, moist pit.
She felt the burning excitement flowing through her entire body as she enjoyed the activity that he systematically applied.
A few energetic stabs later, the juices bolted from her, spilling into his waiting mouth.
"Eat every bit," she said, "have yourself a warm meal, honey. Eat it raw. Go after my naked lunch."
By that time Mona found herself so enchanted by what was going on that she could feel the fires building between her legs. Within her restless mound, she felt the pangs of anxiety that she knew would probably eventually propel her into sex.
Perhaps she would have sex with her son in front of Irene, even though she had, a few minutes earlier, rejected such a possibility out of hand.
Once Ed removed his tongue from Irene's mound, he decided that his cock needed immediate release.
It thrust out with savage desire, hanging tall and fast, ready for some immediate contact with Irene's beautiful body.
"I want in your ass-hole," he said determinedly, gripping her legs firmly.
"You really are on fire."
"Damned right. If that box lunch couldn't do it, nothing could."
"Go to it, tiger. Fuck my hot ass-hole."
Mona was amazed at the joy expressed by Irene to engage in an act of sodomy.
Her husband Gary had never even suggested fucking her ass-hole, and, in the event that he had, she would have turned him down.
Sodomy was one thing that was definitely taboo as far as Mona was concerned. She considered herself to be a liberated woman, but not to the point of ridiculousness, which she considered surrendering herself to sodomy to be.
"Drive it in my hot ass," Irene coaxed Ed on.
A seductive little smile surfaced on Ed's lips as he got set to put his hard dick to work.
As Mona watched, the curiosity within her could not help but appreciably accelerate.
CHAPTER ll
"Would you like me to lubricate you?" Ed asked grinningly, letting his fingers explore his lover's legs.
"Yeah, reach down and pry a little pussy juice loose. There's plenty there."
"I guess so, you're dripping with it," he laughed.
"Stick your fingers in my snatch, darling. Then you can slip the juice into my ass-hole."
Ed did precisely as he was told, dipping the first two fingers of his right hand inside her still excited box, which was covered with pussy juice.
He let his fingers dip into her pussy well for quite a few seconds, then removed them, placing the juices high inside her ass-hole.
"I'm gonna give you a good fuck," he said. "Turn over, baby."
"With great pleasure," Irene giggled.
Irene turned over on her stomach. Ed shoved his fingers firmly into her ass-hole, making certain that he did a good job of lubricating her.
Mona noticed the way that Irene's ass cheeks delectably wiggled while Ed applied the juice.
Ed got up quickly from the floor, walking over toward the sofa, where he picked up a green pillow.
He carried the pillow with him back toward the middle of the floor, lowering his body onto the rug, then slipping it beneath his lover's stomach.
"Raise up a little," he said. "I want to get you at the right angle for me to fuck you."
Mona sat on the edge of the sofa, watching intently as her son got set to crank up.
Before he began he reached out with his left hand and slapped Irene's ass cheeks several times. He slapped the left, then did the same to right.
While his right hand was busily slapping away at her firm ass cheeks, he reached out with his right hand and pumped up and down on his cock.
"Just a little more exercise," he laughed. "I'm just about set, Irene."
"I guess this is your dry run," she laughed.
"It won't be dry by a long shot. Just wait until you see all the juice that's gonna drip out of my pecker."
"You've got a point there, my dear."
He slipped his cock forward, removing his fingers from it and squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands as he moved his hard dick toward her anus.
Ed penetrated his cock inside her ass-hole, probing slowly at first, then moving gradually onward.
His strokes were short, punchy and graceful as he kept on driving his dick ever deeper into her anus.
Ed started out by just barely slipping his prick into the outer confines of Irene's ass-hole, but soon he was working it in all the way, driving good and hard as he penetrated her hot ass.
"Keep plunging," she gasped. "I want your hot dick in me all the way. Keep shoving it in. Oh, fuck me, darling. Fuck my ass-hole. Stick your stiff dick into me."
The burning sensations multiplied within both of them as he stepped up the pace dramatically, squeezing her ass cheeks harder than before as he pummeled her with his flying dick, which strove resolutely forward, constantly colliding with her anus.
Irene was quick to respond to his hard stabs, her ass cheeks wiggling as he kept on driving his hammer-like dick into her.
"Keep it up, you're on a right track," she sighed.
Mona could tell from the way that her son was panting, and by the manner in which he had begun to sweat, that the strain was taking its toll. He would shortly be releasing his juices. There was just no other way.
He reached out and slapped her ass cheeks several times, then got set to unleash the first few droplets from his hard dick.
"I'm about to cut loose," he gasped.
"You've been cutting loose. Finish the job."
Mona recognized that, if she got any hotter, she would have to reach down and begin to play with her pussy. The dramatic excitement continued mounting as her son pushed ever closer to the moment of climax.
As Ed reached out one last time and slapped his lover's ass cheeks, Mona observed the sea of white juice beginning to penetrate out of the end of his cock and into Irene's ass-hole.
Mona watched the streaking jissum with great interest. She couldn't help but wonder just how Irene felt getting a cock stuffed high up her ass-hole, then receiving the flowing juices from Ed's hard cock.
The cock juice kept spilling seemingly unceasingly from the end of his cock, and by the time that the final few drops had exploded from the end of Ed's pecker, he knew that he needed to take a little bit of a rest.
He withdrew his penis from his lover's ass-hole, patting her on the buttocks affectionately.
"That's what I call good fucking," he said. "You can't beat a good tight ass-hole when it comes to really enjoying yourself."
Irene rolled over on her back, tossing the pillow off to the side of the room.
She looked up at Mona.
"I guess you got yourself quite a lesson watching us," she said.
"It was quite an incredible sight."
"We're pretty incredible people," Irene grinned.
"I get that very same feeling," Mona said. "But I don't know if I'd like to involve myself in some of those acts."
"Like ass-fucking?"
"Yes, in particular that."
"You couldn't find any cleaner, more wholesome fun," she laughed. "But you know something. I think you're absolutely beautiful."
"That's nice of you to say," Mona smiled, her resistance toward the young woman suddenly abating.
Irene got up slowly from the rug, walking over to the same drawer where she had pulled out the marijuana cigarettes previously.
She picked up three cigarettes, slipping one inside her mouth, handing one to Ed, then walking toward Mona.
"Come on and try it," Irene smiled. "If you don't like it after the first few puffs, you can always throw it away."
"Come on, mom. Don't be a spoil-sport," Ed said. "At least give it a try."
Mona hesitated, deliberating as to whether she should take the bold step of smoking the grass.
She finally took the cigarette, slipping it into her mouth.
"I'll light it for you," Irene said.
She picked up a cigarette lighter and lit the cigarette for Mona.
Mona wondered whether she was flipping out or something. She couldn't understand how she could compromise herself in so many ways.
"How do you like it, mom?" Ed asked after Mona had had time to take a few puffs.
"It feels awfully damn strong," she replied, coughing a little. "My God, it really burns my throat."
"You'll get used to it in time," Irene told her.
The longer that Mona puffed on the cigarette, the more she began to like it.
She felt herself loosening up, and as she puffed, she observed Irene looking into her eyes with great admiration.
Mona wondered if she wasn't imagining things. If she hadn't seen Irene getting fucked not once but twice by her son Ed, she would have been convinced that she had lesbian tendencies. But since she was so concerned about sex with Ed, Mona couldn't therefore imagine her being interested in women.
After Mona finished the cigarette, Irene reached out and flipped her fingers inside Mona's sweater.
"What are you doing," Mona exclaimed.
"I want to give your tits a little feel," Irene laughed.
"You're a les?"
"I'm a bi, baby," Irene laughed. "That means I dig pleasure anywhere that I can find it."
"Right on," Ed laughed.
"You see, Ed-likes to watch me making it with a woman," Irene explained, continuing to maneuver her fingers skillfully over Mona's breasts.
"You're picking the wrong girl," Mona gulped.
Even while Mona was resisting, she couldn't help but feel sparks of titillation in her pussy.
The longer that Irene exercised her fingers against Mona's breasts, the stranger Mona felt.
"Get your fingers off of me," Mona gasped. "You're going out of your mind, Irene."
"I'm doing nothing of the sort. Relax, honey. You're tense. I can do all kinds of wonderful things for you, if you'll just give me the chance."
"Turn loose," Mona said heatedly.
Irene withdrew her fingers from Mona's breasts at that point. She stared down at Ed's beautiful mother.
"Take off your clothes, baby. I'd like to let my magic tongue go to work on you," Irene said.
Mona's mind was a web of confusion.
She just couldn't understand what was happening. It was all so strange, lying there on the sofa, watching Irene, who was drooling over her.
Irene reached out and ran her fingers smoothly through her hair.
"Such nice hair, such a beautiful woman," she swooned. "I really want to fuck you."
"What's with this girl?" Mona looked over at Ed and said helplessly.
"She's got the hottest tongue in town," Ed laughed. "Let her give you a tongue job, mom. You'll love every bit of it. Besides, I want to watch you two gorgeous chicks make it."
"I'll be damned if I'm going to permit myself to become a side show spectacle, just because you want to watch me in the act of sex."
"Don't look at it that way," Ed said. "Look at it as an opportunity to receive loads of pleasure."
"Is that what it's gonna be?"
"Bet your sweet ass it is," Irene chuckled.
Suddenly Mona found all of the resistance leaving her. She had battled hard on principle, but the longer that she observed Irene looking at her, the more attractive Irene seemed to become.
Mona felt guilty, wondering if she wasn't surrendering herself to lesbian urges. But there was something enticing about Irene. First of all, she was beautiful. And, in addition to her facial and bodily beauty, she had a certain saucy zestfulness that Mona couldn't help but be impressed by.
"Let me help you off with your skirt," Irene said.
Before Mona could so much as utter a sound, Irene began to undress her. She reached out and tugged eagerly at her skirt, unbuttoning it, then pulling it off of her.
"I'll have you naked in no time," Irene chuckled.
Once Irene was successful in removing Mona's skirt and sweater she stood back and admired Mona before getting on to stripping off her underwear.
"What a body," Irene exclaimed happily. "Do I ever want to suck your cunt. I'll give you a tongue bath that you'll never forget."
"And she means it, too," Ed asserted.
Mona observed Ed reaching out with his right hand, which he used to pump up and down on his dick. She could see that he was having a good time watching Irene undressing her.
Irene's fingers reached back and pulled at the straps which held together Mona's bra. She pulled off the bra, throwing it eagerly on the floor.
At that point she permitted her fingers to swoop down on Mona's breasts. She used the same authoritative stroking manner that her son had employed. Mona had to admit that it did feel good to receive those spirited finger movements from her lovely female admirer.
"What tits," Irene exclaimed. "I knew that they'd be nice and firm. I admired them so many times before. I knew I was gonna love them."
She reached down and kissed Mona's nipples, then directed her attention to Mona's panties.
She reached down quickly toward Mona's panties, pulling eagerly at them, overcome with anxiety as she kept on moving them down her legs.
"Strip her clean," Ed said, jerking up and down on his long prick. "You know where it's at, Irene. You know how to give either a man or a woman loads of pleasure. Keep going, darling."
She released the panties from Mona's legs. Irene watched with great interest as Mona began to pant. Mona's face also began to redden under the stimulating pressure that was being employed by her lover Irene.
Irene reached out and grabbed Mona. She let her arms encircle Mona, clasping her arms around Mona's back.
While she hung on to Mona for dear life, Irene shoved her body forward, permitting her breasts to rub against those of Mona.
Once the erogenous act of the breast exchange occurred, both of the girls' bodies began to twitch with exhilaration.
"What tits, what tits," Irene gasped.
The longer that the breast friction continued, the longer that their bodies met in passionate bliss, the more excited that Mona became.
"I love it, oh, do I love it," Mona said. "There's something about those breasts touching."
"I love that kind of friction, too," Irene exclaimed.
Irene reached out and let her lips plunge against those of Mona. All the while she kept up the torrid breast activity.
She released her lips from Mona's, then permitted her tongue to slip inside Mona's mouth.
Back and forth the tongues stabbed, eagerly colliding as their breasts rubbed against each other.
Mona was overwhelmed by the firm warmth of Irene's tits, which literally exploded against her own as they continued to rub.
The faster that the breasts converged, the more quickly Irene deposited her tongue inside Mona's mouth.
While the fervent action continued, Irene began to pull downward. She wanted to tug her lover to the rug.
When the girls hit the rug with a thud, Ed became so enthralled at watching them that he had to release his fingers from his cock. If he hadn't, he would have orgasmed right then and there.
"Go to it, girls, give her a good fuck," Ed encouraged.
Irene continued to dominate the action, letting her tongue splash eagerly inside Mona's mouth.
Mona was scarcely able to breathe, but through it all she felt a tremendous degree of physical excitement. Never had she been involved in anything quite like this before.
When Irene released her tongue from Mona's mouth, she let it dart down toward Mona's left breast.
"I knew she'd go after your tits," Ed nodded knowingly. "She's a real tits gal, as well as a leg gal. If there's sensation there, she knows where it's at."
She kept on slipping her tongue against Mona's left breast, and Mona lifted her body in an upward fashion, wanting to cooperate with her lover.
After doing a thorough job of sucking the left breast of Mona, Irene moved on to the right breast, repeating the same kind of meaningful action.
Mona's body began to shake so rapidly that Irene recognized the tremendous need to supply her with every bit of satisfaction possible. Irene knew she had to act fast, since Mona was getting so carried away that it was incredible.
Irene slipped her tongue down to Mona's stomach. She slid her tongue smoothly over Mona's navel, then let it drop down toward Mona's left thigh.
She slipped her tongue eagerly against Mona's thigh, providing Mona with even more sensations.
Irene was well aware of the fact that the thigh produced all kinds of magnificent sensations for a woman, and she was doing her best to see to it that Mona got every possible thrill out of the act.
After sucking Mona's thigh for quite some time, Irene switched her efforts to gnawing, allowing her teeth to nibble against her lover's inner thigh.
At that point the stimulating activity became so overpowering that pussy juices emerged from Mona's mound.
Irene realized just how much she was exciting Mona, and at that point slipped her tongue over against Mona's right thigh.
She systematically repeated the same movements, first moving her tongue up, down, and around Mona's thigh, then permitting her teeth to nibble on the same spot.
"Oh, you've really got me now," Mona said. "You've got to suck me, darling. You've got to move on to my pussy. I'm ready to explode."
Irene withdrew her teeth from Mona's right thigh.
"How about me sucking your ass-hole first?" she asked smilingly.
"Just make sure you make it snappy," Mona said urgently.
"My mother is a very oversexed woman," Ed laughed.
"Course she is. That's where you get it from," Irene quipped.
"You're damned right. I couldn't be more proud of that trait."
"I'll work my tongue inside your ass-hole," Irene said.
Irene reached out and parted Mona's wet thighs, looking at her inviting pink slit, which was already moist.
"I'm all set to plunge ahead," Irene laughed.
CHAPTER 12
While Irene's fingers toyed with Mona's thighs, she buried her tongue in Mona's ass-hole.
As of the first few stabs, the sensations that Mona experienced were so great that her body spun from side to side. She couldn't get over just how deep Irene was penetrating her with her tongue stabs, plunging her long, red tongue high into Mona's rectum.
"Keep sucking my ass," Mona encouraged. "Suck ass, darling. Stick your tongue high into my ass-hole. Oh, I really love the way you're taking care of me. I can hardly believe it. How can one woman give another woman so much sensation?"
"I told you so," Ed grinned.
Once more Ed was pumping up and down on his joy stick, watching the delectable sight of Irene wiggling her ass cheeks while she buried her tongue deep inside Mona's ass-hole.
Irene kept up the ass-hole sucking as long as the two girls could stand it. But soon she knew that she had to switch, since it was imperative to receive Mona's orgasm.
"I need you, I'm gonna juice," Mona warned.
Irene immediately turned her tongue loose, pulling it out of Mona's ass-hole.
"Hang on, because I'm gonna make your pussy explode."
"Go ahead, sweetheart. I need it," Mona gasped.
"We both need it."
At that point Irene resorted to two simultaneous acts that caused Mona to heave a loud sigh.
Irene thrust her right index finger high into Mona's rectum, and while her finger stabbed high into Mona's ass-hole, she worked her teeth against Mona's clitoris.
She nibbled at an inspiring clip, continuing to plunge her finger high into Mona's anus.
"Oh, you're driving me wild, keep up the sucking," Mona said. "Baby, you're too much. Suck me."
"I told you she was too much," Ed laughed. "I'm getting so turned on that I'll be ready to fuck again. Oh, I'm ready now, but I can't break up this act. I've got to wait until you chicks get through with each other."
The clitoris nibbling only lasted for a few moments. Irene realized that she couldn't string things out much beyond that.
She abruptly switched to the tongue action, slipping her tongue into Mona's inviting slit, which was becoming wetter each and every minute.
"Go after my juice," Mona said.
While Irene diligently sucked, Mona reached out and ran her fingers through the lovely redhead's hair.
She enjoyed allowing her fingers to roam through Irene's hair, and every time she touched her it provided Irene with that much more in the way of incentive to give her a good suck.
A few drilling stabs later, Mona knew she could not hold out any longer.
She leaned forward, letting her thighs grip each side of Irene's head.
Mona decided that every bit of body contact helped, so she rubbed her thighs ever so gently, letting them graze against the sides of Irene's face.
"I'm gonna feed you, baby, I'm gonna feed you my joy juice," Mona exclaimed.
At that point the pussy juices began to spill fervently out of Mona's aroused snatch.
Her joy hole splashed sweet nectars of excitement inside of Irene's open mouth.
"So good, so good, oh, so good," Mona concluded.
Once that Irene released her tongue from Mona's slit, she was hungry for more action.
"I'm gonna really fuck you now," she laughed, getting up from the rug.
"I know you are, I know what's up next," Ed said.
Ed watched with a joyful smile as he observed Irene walking briskly into the bedroom.
"What's she gonna do now?" Mona asked.
"You'll find out," Ed said.
Mona stared in disbelief as Irene suddenly reappeared.
Irene stood a few feet away from Mona, looking down at her seductively as she wore a double dildo.
Strapped securely to Irene's waist, was not one but two giant-sized plastic phalluses, with which she could do a convincing job of fucking Mona.
"What are you doing with that crazy object?" Mona asked.
"I'm gonna fuck you with it, naturally."
"There's not one cock there, but two."
"That's right. I've got a single dildo, but I was in such a hot mood that I felt like using the double one."
"You're gonna love it," Ed said.
"Just what are you gonna do with it?"
"There's two lovely holes for me to fuck, your ass-hole and your cunt," Irene said.
"I've got a very tender ass-hole. It's not used to being fucked."
"Then all the more reason why I should break it in right now."
Mona wanted to resist, but once Irene threw her beautiful body down on the rug, she said no more.
Irene began by rubbing her breasts against Mona's, slipping her tongue inside Mona's mouth and letting them collide with great passion.
She kept up the thorough tongue movements for a while, then removed her tongue. She got set to slip the cock inside Mona's pussy.
Irene figured that it would be best to start out with the more conventional means of penetration, so she slipped one of the plastic cocks into Mona's pussy.
She gave her a good ride, slamming it into Mona, then deciding that it was time to penetrate her ass-hole as well.
Just when Mona was beginning to pick up the tempo, letting her hips flare back and forth to meet the stabbing movements of the plastic penis, Irene slipped the other penis high into Mona's ass-hole.
"Now is that a fuck, or isn't it?" Irene giggled.
At first Mona cried out in pain, not liking the sharp penetrations of the plastic cock inside her ass-hole.
"It's gonna get better," Irene said. "Just wait until you get used to it, baby. The longer I stab your ass-hole, the better you're gonna like it. Hang in there, honey."
"It hurts," Mona groaned.
"Only for a little while."
"There's lots of sensation there," Ed said, pumping up and down furiously on his hard prick.
"Damned right there is," Irene said. "When I fuck, you better be damned sure that there's gonna be loads of sensation."
The longer that Irene kept up the fucking, the less Mona found that she had to complain about.
After a while, just as Irene had said, Mona find herself able to adjust to the stabbing movements. Her ass-hole did not ache to the same degree that it had earlier from the sharp stabbing cock sensations that came from the plastic makeshift penis.
While a gasping Irene kept on thrusting the huge cocks into both Mona's cunt and ass-hole, Mona became carried away by it all.
"Oh, I'm gonna juice again, oh, there I go," Mona said.
"That means I've given you plenty of sensations," Irene giggled.
"Oh, yes, you are. The way you're stabbing my cunt, oh, the way you're plunging it into my ass-hole," Mona groaned.
"You'd better believe it, honey, I love it," Irene said.
Irene stepped up the pace, keeping up the drilling until she became tired.
It was not until she was on the brink of exhaustion that Irene released the cocks from Mona s vagina and anus.
CHAPTER 13
Irene had an opportunity to rest after having expended her energies fucking Mona.
Mona received no such opportunity, however, as Ed immediately climbed on top of her.
He had become increasingly hornier while watching the two girls fuck. His cock finally reached the highest level wherein he could take it no more. He just had to pump his penis inside his mother.
Ed had been encouraged over the way that she had reacted to the sharp penetration of the dildo inside her anus. He wanted to provide some anal penetration of his own with his long surging dick.
He ran his fingers up and down his mother's legs. He gripped her thighs, letting the sensations within his mother accelerate.
While his fingers kept on probing her thighs, he thrust his cock forward, permitting it to enter inside her anus.
Ed threw her legs over his shoulders, giving himself just the proper penetration angle to deliver his sledge hammer-like cock thrusts into her anus.
He kept on toying with her thighs, letting his fingers run over their warm surface while he kept on drilling her ass-hole.
"Nice, what a nice ass," he said.
"Oh, honey, drill me. Fuck me."
It made Ed feel good to know that his mother had become acclimated to the act of ass-fucking that fast. He had to give Irene a good deal of credit for getting her indoctrinated quickly.
"Keep it up, Ed, give her plenty of that beautiful action," Irene laughed. "I like what you're doing for her. Oh yes, you're really doing a great job."
The hot ass stabbing continued, and with every succeeding thrust, Ed managed to implant his bloated, aroused pecker that much deeper into her ass-hole.
A few plunging stabs later, Ed recognized just how close he was getting to climax. He felt like he needed every bit of additional satisfaction that could be mustered.
"Irene, I need you," he sighed.
"I think I've got a pretty good idea what you need me for," Irene chuckled.
"You're damned right. You can suck my ass-hole while I'm getting off my juices."
"That way you're both getting ass sensations," Irene nodded.
"That's the name of the game. Come on and help me out, baby. That way you'll be giving Mona a better fuck, too."
"The name of the game's momentum is sex," Irene laughed.
"You're damned right it is. Come on and suck my ass, baby."
Irene climbed to her feet, walking quickly over toward where the fucking was occurring.
She got down on her knees, sending her head surging forward. She implanted her tongue inside Ed's ass-hole.
Right away Mona observed the difference in the type of hot stroking that she received from Ed's cock.
He ground his penis high into her rectum, plunging and stabbing, working that much closer toward a gushing climax.
Mona wondered what it would be like to receive his spirited juices inside her ass-hole. She began to look forward to it as he drew that much closer.
Irene kept up her spirited movements, driving her tongue high into Ed's anus.
Ed's ass cheeks wiggled, and he plunged his prick into Mona with greater dedication than ever.
"Oh yes, what a fuck," Ed laughed, "hang on, sweetheart, I'm gonna juice."
"Juice in my ass-hole," Mona exclaimed. "I want it, darling. I want you. Oh, do I ever want you."
When the juices finally began to skyrocket from the end of Ed's pecker, Mona orgasmed at the very same moment.
All it took were a few droplets from his cock spilling into her anus, and she became so overwhelmed with passion that her juices began to flow.
"I can't take it, I just can't take it," Mona gasped, "there's only so much of this any woman can take. The sensations are incredible."
Her body writhed, and Irene continued to deliver her tongue stabs inside Ed's ass-hole.
"Irene, you're a real, life-saver," he chuckled. "This is giving me a better fuck. Oh, what a fuck."
A few moments later he removed his cock from Mona's ass-hole. He looked down at his beautiful mother, and was grateful for the fact that she had such a tight ass-hole and cunt. He liked nothing better than shoving his huge turgid pecker into her.
Ed wanted to do something to show his gratitude to his mother as a result of the beautiful sex communication they had established. He wondered if perhaps she would want some hot tongue friction inside her pussy.
He looked down at her moist snatch, licking his lips with anticipation. He always savored the prospect of going after a savory mound.
"I think I'll play with your pussy," Ed exclaimed.
He reached out with his right hand, permitting his fingertips to ooze ever so slowly and carefully over her snatch.
Ed made certain that he touched her wet pussy hairs, then her vaginal lips. It was when he switched his movements abruptly to her clitoris, however, that she really began to erupt with excitement.
"Oh, you're driving me wild," she exclaimed.
Her whole body came unglued, trembling with a sense of overwhelming desire. The longer he kept his fingers moving inside her hot, fiery, wet box, the greater the degree of eagerness that swelled within him to slip his tongue against her vagina.
"Keep the fingers flying," Mona said, "You're doing an effective job, dear. Oh, those fingers of yours are so talented."
He kept up the finger pace for as long as he dared. By the time that his mother's ass cheeks were flouncing up and down on the rug, he recognized only too well that any further delay would result in him missing the orgasm to which he felt so richly entitled.
"Suck her pussy," Irene called out.
"Work your tongue inside my ass-hole again," Ed said excitedly.
"Oh, so you want some more of that."
"You better believe I do."
"I'm just the girl to supply you with those movements."
She sank her tongue once more inside his hot ass-hole, and as she did he withdrew his fingers from his mother's box and slipped his tongue down toward her mound.
He picked up the musky scent of her pussy, and observed from the way that her body quivered just how excited she was for action.
His tongue went to work slipping with steady determination against her pussy. Back and forth he slid it, driving it with the utmost in passion and skill.
While his tongue was constantly colliding with her mound, and as his ass-hole received numerous sensations from Irene, he reached with his left index finger inside Mona's ass-hole.
He began to pry within her anus, and she felt the shock waves circulating throughout her body. The sensations were overwhelming her, and she found herself moving dramatically toward climax.
"Suck my mound," she exclaimed. "Work your tongue, darling. I want it, baby. I really want it."
It made Ed feel good to know that Mona was every bit as eager to supply him with her juices as he was to go after them. It made him feel highly confident to recognize just how much success he had achieved in bringing his mother over completely to his point of view.
Perhaps Mona had been willing to get involved in sex with him, but, in the early stages of the game, she had been totally unwilling to subject herself to anything like the three-way orgy that was going on at that particular point.
Irene kept on talentedly flicking her tongue high into Ed's rectum, providing him with all the stimulus he needed as he sent his jarring tongue searing deeply into his mother's passion pit.
Mona felt the tremendous itchiness surging throughout her. She felt the unbearable titillating itch that always preceded orgasm as she lay there on her back, receiving the jolting tongue stabs of a frenzied Ed.
As Ed moved constantly forward, propelling his tongue ever deeper into her mound, he sent his surging finger high into her anus.
"I like your ass-hole stabs," she called out. "I'm just a few strokes away, baby. Just stick with it and you'll be getting my juices."
As Ed thrust his finger high into her rectum one more time, the deluge of juice began to spill out of Mona's pussy.
He sighed loudly as the orgasmic liquids penetrated out of her mound.
"I'm so tired, oh, my legs," Mona groaned. "I can't believe I've done all this."
It wasn't until Ed released his tongue from Mona's mound that his mother began to feel the bodily strain of all that she had been through.
Never in her entire life, she thought, not even on her honeymoon, when her husband Gary had been so consistently hot, had she been through anything like this. First of all she had watched her son go to work on Irene. Then she had been seduced and fucked by Irene, after which Ed went to work on her, with Irene supplying some extra satisfaction along the way.
"When we get together for sex, Mona baby, you'd better believe we're gonna make quite a thing of it," Irene said, when it was all over, climbing slowly to her feet.
"I guess so," Mona acknowledged wearily.
"We didn't even get in the bedroom," Ed laughed.
"What the hell. There's more room on the rug anyway," Irene pointed out.
"The main thing is that we've got the willing bodies for it, and that's really all that counts in the end," Ed looked first at Mona, then at Irene, smiling.
"Do you feel a little different about me now?" Irene looked over at Mona.
"I certainly do, my dear. I was a confused woman when I lashed out at you. I'm awfully sorry."
Mona felt-a tremendous stiffness in her legs, as well as in her back. She recognized that she had been through quite a workout.
CHAPTER 14
Ed could hardly wait for school to let out.
He immediately drove to a sex novelty shop, where he purchased an item he had placed in a paper bag, then drove home to see Mona.
His cock hardened as he sat behind the wheel of his sports car and envisioned how his gorgeous mother was waiting for him.
Ed recalled the conversation at the breakfast table that morning. They had been nervous while Gary had been sitting with them. He had had his head buried for the most part in the morning paper, making a first few comments about the Middle East, then exchanging some views with his son concerning the manner in which the Dodgers were dominating the National League West.
Even though Ed normally liked talking baseball, he was dead set against the idea that morning. He wanted to have an opportunity to talk to his beautiful mother-lover once his father left for work.
Gary finally glanced at his watch, cooperating with both Ed's and Mona's desires to leave the house.
Once they heard his car start up and depart for his agency, Ed heaved a sigh of relief.
"At last, baby," Ed said.
To emphasize the extent to which he was attracted to his beautiful mother, he reached beneath the table and clutched his fingers confidently around her thighs.
"You'd better turn loose," she said.
"Why? Don't you like me clasping your thigh?"
"Not when you've got to go to school. You'll be late, darling. You know how hot I get when you touch my thighs. I already feel like I've got to gush."
"Okay, we'll play it your way," he recalled himself saying as he removed his fingers from her thigh.
"I don't like it any more than you do. I wish we could fuck all the time."
"Which reminds me," Ed said. "What about tonight?"
"That sounds fine. Can you get off of school right away?"
"I sure as hell can," he said. "Irene was trying to talk me into coming over tonight, but I'll put her off. I'll tell her I have to get ready for an exam."
"That's right. Sex education," Mona laughed.
Ed recalled jumping up from his kitchen chair.
He looked down at his trousers, observing the huge hard-on that he had. He wanted badly to fuck her right then and there, but she wouldn't hear of it. She didn't want her affair with her son to interfere with school.
So reluctantly he had gone to school, but he was there only in terms of physical presence. He could not concentrate one iota on his school work, and not once but several times instructors reprimanded him for daydreaming when he was asked a question and could not come up with an intelligent answer.
He kept thinking about his mother stretched out on the sofa, where she always seemed to await him. He was damned glad that he could get off early enough in the afternoon so that his father would not be aware of what was occuring between them.
In the past few days, they had shrewdly hatched a strategy which they felt would allow them to fuck with a certain measure of safety. They made certain not to be too affectionate in front of Gary. But, on the other hand, they also saw to it that they did not do anything suspicious. The emphasis was on naturalness, and they kept their cool, realizing how important it was to both of them to be able to keep their satisfying physical relationship flourishing.
Gary was in the cold, Ed thought, and that was precisely where his father would stay if he had anything to do with it. There are some things you can confide in your father, but not having an affair with your mother!
Ed was wondering just how mother was dressed as she prepared to receive him. She usually did her best to excite him, wearing all kinds of skimpy apparel in an effort to get him as turned on as possible.
By the time that he pulled his car into the driveway, his prick was bulging to such an extent just thinking about his beautiful mother that he could barely stand it. He could have juiced right then and there if he had only removed his cock and slid his fingers up and down his erect pecker. But he didn't want to explode at that point. It was necessary for him to share his pleasures with his mother.
Ed opened the door, his heart thumping with great expectation. He walked inside the living room, then gasped as he observed his mother stretched out on the sofa.
She never looked more seductive or beautiful. Mona was clad in nothing more than a pink negligee. It was of such a provocative see-through variety that he could observe her pubic hairs nestled just above her pink vagina.
He looked up toward her breasts, observing her nipples hugging against the flimsy material.
Ed observed her smooth, sleek legs, and remembered how much he had enjoyed reaching up and touching her thigh that morning. This time, though, when he touched her thigh, he would not draw a courteous rebuff. He would be allowed to do anything that he pleased, and that was the only way that he wanted it. When it came to having sex with beautiful Mona, he could think of doing only one thing-letting himself go completely.
"You never looked more gorgeous," Ed said softly, his voice choked with emotion.
"Thank you, darling."
"I want to run my fingers over your thighs."
"I want you to French me."
"Maybe we can do the two of them at the same time."
"I imagine we can do any one of a number of things at the same time," she laughed.
He walked over toward her, reaching down and swiftly unzipping his trousers.
She could tell from the urgent manner in which he unzipped that he was extra eager for some searing sexual satisfaction.
He reached down and impatiently tugged at his cock, pulling it out of his shorts, then allowing his fingers to proceed smoothly up and down the full base of his hot instrument.
While his fingers collided with his cock, Ed slipped his body downward into the sofa.
His mother parted her legs eagerly, locking them around his sides.
With passionate desperation, beautiful Mona's lovely thighs continued to come into contact with Ed's body.
Ed reached down and grabbed them, first caressing them, then allowing his fingers to press ever so firmly against her smooth warm skin.
While his fingers basked in the delightful warmth of contact with Mona's thighs, Ed leaned his head forward, extending his tongue and allowing it to slip ever so fervently into her mouth.
The manner in which their tongues devastatingly collided indicated just how eager both of them were for sexual satisfaction.
Their tongues spun and darted as they built momentum. And all the while Ed continued his effective finger manipulations, clutching her lovely legs.
When Ed finally released his tongue from Mona's mouth, his mother looked up at him and exclaimed:
"You've just got to fuck me. You've got to give me the best fuck that I've ever had."
At that point, while he looked into her lovely eyes, which were enlarging with passionate expectation, he realized that he had gotten so carried away that he had forgotten something.
Ed had been so eager for sex with Mona when he jumped out of the car that he had forgotten the object that he had bought at the sex novelty store.
He jumped up from the sofa, immediately slipping his hard cock back into his trousers and zipping up.
"What's the matter, darling?" Mona asked in a troubled tone.
"I forgot something in the car."
"But can't it wait? I mean, doesn't our love-making come first?"
"The two are tied together," he explained, walking toward the door. "It'll only be a second, honey. Just stay right where you are."
"You couldn't expect me to budge. Not when I want you to fuck me so badly."
He exited the house, walking briskly toward his car.
As he reached inside the front seat and picked up the object in the package, he felt good about everything.
"Just wait until I surprise her with this," he laughed.
CHAPTER 15
Ed rushed quickly back into the house.
He stood a few feet away from Mona, taking the object out of the package.
She stared at the huge phallus-shaped object which he held in his right hand.
"This is the big surprise," Ed told her.
"What is it, dear?"
"It's a sex vibrator."
"How does it work?"
"You know how a regular vibrator works. You know, like the one that dad has. You rub his back with it."
"Yes, but that's different."
"That's why this is called a sex vibrator," Ed laughed, basking in delight as he made his revelations. "Here's what this is. It's something that fits into your pussy. It's all oiled up and ready to go. All I have to do is just turn it at the bottom and it'll start whirring."
He quickly demonstrated, starting up the vibrator. It had a soft, almost inaudible sound as it kept on whirring.
"I really like that," he said. "It's in good working order. You're gonna love it when I shove it into your pussy."
"It that what it's for? No wonder it's shaped like a cock."
"You'll love it."
"But why do I need a vibrator, dear? I mean, as long as I've got your long hard dick to keep me happy."
"It's a good way to get you warmed up for sex."
"I'm as warm as I'll ever be."
"That's what you think," he laughed. "You're really gonna love it when I stick it up your cunt. As a matter-of-fact, you're gonna go out of your mind. That's what the guy at the store told me. That's why I decided to buy one. I wanted something to make you happy, a new sex object that would fascinate you. Let's go into the bedroom and try it."
Ed watched with fascination as his mother lifted her beautiful slim form upward from the sofa, then walked side-by-side with him into the bedroom.
"This had better be good," she said. "After all, if I'm gonna be orgasming in my pussy, that means you won't be able to lick my juice."
"Not while that's in your mound," he said. "But I'm gonna enjoy it anyway. I'm gonna enjoy just being around you. I'm gonna enjoy watching you get excited. That will get me in turn more aroused."
They walked into the bedroom. Ed gave Mona a hungry stare.
"Take off that skimpy little thing," he smiled. "Better yet, let me take it off for you."
Mona's eyes sparkled with sexual anticipation as Ed moved over toward her.
She was demurely in the middle of the bed, her legs spread accommodatingly. He looked down and observed her tufts of pussy hair once more, then reached out and let his fingers come into contact with her scanty negligee.
"Pull it off, doll, pull it off of me," she sighed.
He swiftly removed the negligee, and began to work his fingers around her breasts.
Ed wanted to loosen up Mona in every way. He wanted to savor every fascinating aspect of sexual activity from her, prior to the time that he would be unleashing his juices inside her.
His fingers kept working over her tits, and eventually they found their way down toward her thighs. He pinched at her inner thighs, then worked his fingers up toward her ass cheeks.
He squeezed her buttocks ever so gingerly, loving the luxurious contact. Every time he touched Mona's skin, he became that much more enraptured with it. There was something of the alabaster smoothness about her that turned him into a raving sex maniac.
As his fingers probed around her thighs, he thought that the time was ripe to experiment with the vibrator.
He could already begin to see wetness surfacing in her pussy, and he felt that it would be good for him to get the vibrator into high gear.
He picked up the vibrator, turning it on, then shoving it around inside her pussy.
"Ah, I love it," she said. "I can see why you wanted to give it to me. Keep slamming it into me."
Almost tonelessly the vibrator continued to do its work, providing Mona with all kinds of chemical impact as Ed kept shoving it higher into her mound.
"This is as good as any fuck," she laughed. "No offense intended, dearie, but I'm beginning to wonder if I even need men."
"Sure you do. Don't I make it more fun for you while I'm shoving this cock into your pussy?"
"Yes, you do. I was just kidding," she giggled.
Mona was acting with the carefree abandon of a schoolgirl, and as he kept up the thrusting movements, Ed reached out and grabbed her left thigh.
Ed squeezed the thigh with great determination, keeping up the flowing movements as the makeshift cock reached a scorching, penetrating level of activity within her mound.
He could see her juicing, and as the pussy spray spilled from out of her vagina, her whole body quivered.
"How exciting, oh, I'm juicing," Mona cried out. "I really love this kind of action, baby. What a wonderful surprise. What a wonderful guy you are, to bring a vibrator like this home and experiment with it on me."
Ed removed the vibrator, looking at Mona and smiling.
"You want it in there again?" he asked.
"Yes, I do."
"I figured you were enjoying it. Just testing."
"Slam it back into me, honey. Make my pussy juices explode again."
"Sure enough."
Once more Ed inserted the vibrator inside Mona's vagina. He stabbed and tugged at her pussy, letting the vibrator slip in all the way. He enjoyed watching her whole body rotate under the stimulating movements.
He knew that he would have her shooting again in no time at all. There was no way that she could hope to contain herself, what with the vibrator slipping repeatedly into her pussy, plunging eagerly, penetrating ever deeper inside her aroused organ.
"I'm there again," she gasped.
At that point he observed some more juices spraying out of her mound. He was proud of himself over the way that he had steered her sharply to climax, and knowing that she was as hot as she was, Ed decided that it was time for them to merge their bodies.
"I hope you don't mind if I switch to something else now," Ed said.
"I can see that your cock is getting restless."
"You'd better believe it. I've got to fuck you."
"I'm ready."
"If that vibrator doesn't get you there, nothing will," Ed laughed.
"It has me there. Right on cloud nine," she told him.
Ed got up from the bed, unzipping his trousers and stroking his cock proudly a few times.
"I'm gonna feed you my cock," he said with determination.
CHAPTER 16
The first thing Ed did was to slip off his clothes.
He quickly undid his shirt, taking it off, then pulled off the T-shirt he wore beneath it.
After he removed both shirts, he went after his trousers, quickly slipping out of them. Following that he slid his shorts down his legs.
When Mona observed his naked body on full display, she let out a loud, impatient gasp.
"Jump into the sack with me," she told him. "I need your cock."
"You're gonna get it crammed in your mouth," he chuckled.
"That's how I want it. I want to eat you. I want to swallow your sperm."
"By some strange coincidence, I want to suck your pussy," Ed told her. "Maybe we can get together."
"I know, it's called sixty-nining."
"You'd better believe it, it's absolutely great."
"Tell me all about it."
"Why should I tell you when I can show you?" Ed asked.
He spun his body around, then plunged into bed with her.
"You don't have to break the bed with a four-way landing," she cautioned him.
"I'm sorry. I just got carried away."
"Go after my pussy. Get carried away there with your tongue."
"Don't worry. That's the very thing I had in mind. I'm gonna sink my tongue into your ass-hole first, though. And I'd sure as hell appreciate it if you'd do the same thing for me."
"I guess that's what you really call democratic sex," she nodded. "A suck for a suck."
"I know. That sounds like a good poem. A suck is a suck is a suck."
At that point the levity vanished. Ed became determined to slip his tongue into Mona's ass-hole.
He reached down and fondled the firm flesh around her ass cheeks, then plunged ahead, tearing his tongue relentlessly inside her mound, moving it purposefully, rimming her with great conviction.
As Ed kept up his fervent stabbing movements, she began to hunger for his cock.
Before embarking on such an effort, however, she knew that she would have to slip her tongue inside his ass-hole.
Mona wanted to do everything to comply with her son's wishes. She wanted to experience everything she could with him, and if that meant exchanging ass sucks, then that was what she wanted to do.
She slipped her tongue inside his anus, allowing it to maneuver swiftly. With great zest, she picked up the pace, letting her tongue slide high into her son's rectum.
Ed was overcome with exhilaration, and the faster and sharper he let his tongue spin high into Mona's ass-hole, the quicker in turn she worked her tongue inside his anus.
They went to town driving their tongues high into each othe-'s hot butts. They let their fingers collide with each other's ass cheeks, doing as much as they could to supply each other with beneficial sensations.
It was Ed who finally removed his tongue from Mona's ass-hole, and he did strictly as a matter of necessity.
"I need your twat," he said.
"I need your cock."
"Let's get together for some more brisk sucking."
"I want to run my tongue over your balls."
"They really are bulging," Ed said after looking down at them.
"They ought to be. You're sure hot enough."
She slid her tongue forward, allowing it to collide with his bloated testicles.
As the hot ball sucking continued at a rapid-fire pace, Ed began to work his tongue inside his mother's moist pussy.
At first he let his tongue tease the smooth and wet tufts of pussy hair which surrounded Mona's snatch. He quickly worked his way, however, ever forward, probing deeper inside her mound.
With firm anticipation, he worked himself quickly into a lather, increasing his efforts.
He moved ever quicker, letting his tongue clash with her wet pink vaginal walls.
Ed knew that the key to getting his mother extra hot was to toy with her thighs with his fingers and play with her clitoris. So he withdrew his tongue from her vaginal walls and let it slide around her clit.
The clit action turned her into a woman completely overcome by her passionate desire. She worked her tongue around his balls faster than before, getting set to remove it from his testicles and to go to work on his long hard pecker.
All it took were a few more stabs inside her pussy, and Mona realized just how helpless she was.
She withdrew her tongue from her son's balls, letting it begin to flick around the tip of his cock. She slid her tongue over the tip for a few strokes, then began to go to work on the full length of his long pecker. .
But she certainly wasn't about to leave his balls out of the action. She worked both fingers around them, feeling the saliva that she had left from her diligent sucking.
She tugged with great conviction, eager to bring him off, already tasting the fruits of her desserts. She wanted to sample the hot white sperm that would spill out of the end of his long hard cock.
Her fingers spun around his testicles, and she put everything she had into her tongue stabs, driving her tongue up and down the full length of his enthralled pecker.
Ed itched with a sense of the inevitable, recognizing just how close he was toward releasing some juices from the end of his long hard dick.
As he let his tongue continue to lash inside her blazing slit, she extended her legs with great desire. She wanted to spray her juices inside her lover Ed's mouth.
When he began to taste the first few droplets of pussy juice, he knew how close he was to unleashing his own orgasmic assault inside her mouth.
As Ed no sooner finished sucking out her last few pussy drops, a sea of white liquid began to spill out of the end of his cock and into her waiting mouth.
The first few droplets were preliminaries, just enough to alert Mona so that she could brace herself for a deluge of pecker juice, which ultimately came spilling out of him.
Mona continued to determinedly play with his balls, right up until the time that he had unleashed the last few drops of pecker juice into her.
"What a man you are," she exclaimed proudly as she released her tongue from his cock. "Any guy who unloads that much juice is really something. It's all stored up in your balls, baby, and they really bulged when you shot those juices out of the end of your prick and into my mouth."
"You're bowling me over with your compliments," he laughed.
"Darling, there's no way I can compliment you enough. Not when you give me that kind of action. I never swallowed so much juice in all my life."
Ed looked at his mother's lovely youthful face, reaching out and permitting his lips to plunge against hers.
While their lips locked passionately, he reached out with both hands and ran his fingers through Mona's hair.
As they embraced, Ed permitted his chest to rub against Mona's breasts.
The hot friction increased the longer that their bodies pressed, and Ed found his penis swiftly rising. He knew that he would be good for another orgasm, and that all it would take would be a little bit of body friction and kissing.
When Ed finally withdrew his lips from hers, he reached out and clasped his fingers around her breasts.
Ed moved his fingers swiftly over her warm tits, delighting to every touch, eager to make her continue to feel the hot exhilarating sensations. He knew that, provided he kept Mona good and hot, he could receive another brilliant fuck.
He thought about sticking his stiff pecker into his mother's cunt. She was so tight there, and he wanted to slam his dick into her with startling impact.
The one thing that Ed desired was to take his mother by surprise. He wanted to repeat the same string of events that got her so excited when he brought the vibrator home.
Ed felt that the most exciting aspect of any sex relationship was keeping the other party in the dark. He wanted to keep his mother guessing, so that she would not know precisely what he was up to at any given moment.
He leaned forward and kissed her lips several more times. After releasing his lips following the last rapid-fire kiss, he reached out and pressed his fingers against her breasts once more.
"I'm getting warmer and warmer," he chuckled.
"Judging by your size, I should say you are."
Mona could stand it no longer looking at his long hard prick. She reached out with both hands, using her two hands to pump up and down on his long stick.
The finger pumping, coupled with Ed's determined movements on Mona's breasts, brought them both to a state of anxiety. Ed knew that he couldn't withhold his cock juices for much longer. There was an urgent need to deposit them.
He leered at Mona hungrily a few seconds, then permitted his tongue to tear inside her mouth. He knew that, with a brisk tongue exchange, he would have her totally at his mercy.
Ed felt the warmth building in his cock and balls. He didn't want to contain himself any longer. He wanted to insert his dick inside her pussy and tear away. .
There was something about the tightness of her vaginal lips that brought out the savage beast in him. Just being around Mona was enough to make him hot, but entering her pussy turned him into an animal.
Ed finally released his tongue from her mouth.
The spirited fires built within Ed's nervous body.
He knew he just had to fuck Mona once more, and as he reached out and clutched her buttocks with a new savage intensity, he felt the itchiness growing unbearable in his cock and balls.
He reached up and lifted beautiful Mona from the bed.
"Clasp your legs around me," he grunted. "Throw your legs around my body. I want to fuck you from a standing position."
"You're really getting bold now, my dear."
"I like to do it different ways with you. I want to experience every pleasure from your body."
She obediently locked her legs around his waist, clasping hard as he shoved his huge prick forward.
When he made his first stabbing penetration, she closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh.
"Man, that feels so good," she told him. "Keep driving your prick, honey. Keep stabbing it in my pussy."
His cock raced dramatically as he kept on plunging it inside her mound. She let her legs lock even more tightly than before around his body.
Their bodies writhed and they continued to gasp loudly as their bodies met, proceeding ever closer to climax, enjoying the fact that they were letting themselves go.
His hot, fiery penis kept on constantly stabbing her. The longer that he drove it intensely into her mound, the closer he felt to climax. He stabbed with great anxiety, pumping hard, pushing ever deeper, driving his mammoth organ inside her mouth.
He shoved his pecker deep into her pussy, driving it against her love button. When he touched her clitoris, she felt passionate waves of sensation radiating through her body. She felt even hotter than before, and thrust her body up to meet his blazing stabs.
"Keep fucking me," she called out eagerly. "I want it, honey. Oh yes, I really want it."
The determined thrusts continued, and he moved that much closer to the point of climax.
A few driving thrusts later, he heaved a sigh. He felt the first few droplet of his orgasmic liquids shooting out of the end of his cock.
"There it goes," he said. "Keep shoving. Keep pumping your prick into me. I'm ready to go, too."
"Let's have your juices."
"Oh yes, there they go. Oh, I'm juicing."
"That means we both made it together, oh, it was an almost on-target orgasm."
"Keep feeding me that hot white stuff," she called out.
The sparks of hot, thick white jissum kept on flooding her.
The orgasmic liquid spilled out of the end of his cock until there was no more. At that point he withdrew his cock from her vagina.
"That's what I call a fuck," she exclaimed.
He placed her back down on the bed.
Ed looked down at her now sweaty form, reaching out and running his fingers over her forehead.
Mona collapsed in a tired state of mind, lying there on the bed with her eyes closed.
Never had she received the kind of total sexual fulfillment that her son had brought to her.
As she lay there, he watched her with great admiration, continuing to run his fingers over her forehead.
"You're quite a fuck," he said.
"I hope I'm a little more than that."
"Course. You're a beautiful woman. You've got a tight-fitting pussy."
"I'm also your mother."
"Sure, but we don't go so much into that at a time like this. We concern ourselves about enjoying a good screw. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, you do have the point."
"You're damned right I do. You're too much, darling. Every time that I slam my pecker into you I feel that much better."
"I like having you inside me."
"Just as long as we play it cool, we can keep up this" kind of action for a long time. That's the way I like it. I want you constantly, baby. As a matter-of-fact, I just can't get along without you."
"Both of us feel that way," she looked up at her son and winked.
The sexual activity was over for the day, and as physically spent Ed got up and walked over toward where he had tossed his clothes, a feeling of fear suddenly surfaced inside of Mona.
She began to seriously wonder if she was doing the right thing. Even though she enjoyed sex with her son more so than she had enjoyed it from any other man, she still couldn't help but feel that maybe she was contributing somehow to his delinquency. She did not want to in any way impede his growth as a young man, or turn him into some kind of spoiled playboy.
It was hard to know just what to do. She thought about having had sex with Irene, and wondered just how jaded she was becoming.
It was a thorny problem, she knew, to decide just how and when to react to the situation that was staring her in the face. Of course, if she did not react at all, and let things proceed in the way that they were going, she would continue to derive the same degree of sexual satisfaction.
Mona knew that if she ever took a step to end her sexual relationship with Ed, it would be at the overall expense of both of their happiness.
CHAPTER 17
A few days after her wild sex escapade with Ed, Mona's son came home a few minutes past three with two friends of his.
"Have you ever met Chuck and Jeff?" he asked his mother.
"I believe I have seen them a couple of times," she nodded. "Yes, don't you guys play on the football team?"
"As a matter-of-fact, we're the stars of the varsity football team," Jeff, looking red-haired and mischievous, replied.
"Course they are," Ed said. "What the hell. I only run around with top people."
"Right on," Chuck laughed.
The three of them burst into laughter. Mona could tell from the way that Chuck and Jeff were eyeing her that they were quite attracted to her. But she didn't want to offer any open encouragement. She had given a lot of thought to her promiscuous activities, and had decided that, even if she was going to keep up her affair with Ed, she would have to cut off other relationships. She took too great a risk getting other people involved. The greater the number of people with whom she had sex, she figured, the better the opportunity that somebody would ultimately talk, ruining her unique relationship with Ed.
"Can I get you guys some Cokes?" Mona asked courteously.
"Ah, fuck," Ed chuckled with disgust. "That Coke routine is absolutely hilarious. I'll mix the guys some straight shots of Scotch."
"That stuff is pretty powerful," Mona said, doing her best to discourage Ed.
"So are we, sweetheart," Chuck laughed, looking at Mona and winking.
Mona turned her head away from Chuck. She was doing her best not to offer any kind of encouragement to either Chuck or Ed, despite the fact that they were constantly leering at her.
Ed quickly mixed the drinks, at first bringing out two glasses to his guests, then bringing out a glass for himself and for Mona.
"I don't want a drink," Mona said.
"Sure you do," Ed said. "It'll loosen you up a little. You're acting uptight today for some reason. What's the matter?"
"I didn't realize I was."
"You are. Something's gnawing at your guts. What is it, honey?"
"I happen to be your mother," Mona reminded him. "You can call me mom if you like."
At that point Chuck and Jeff burst into uproarious laughter.
"Why all the fucking formality?" Jeff asked.
"I don't happen to like your language," Mona turned on him angrily.
"I don't like the way you're treating my friends," Ed said, walking toward Mona boldly. "What the hell. I've told them what a groovy chick you are, and here you go disappointing me. Just what's gotten into you anyway?"
"You told them about us?" Mona looked at her son with astonishment.
"Certainly I did, and I don't see one damn thing wrong with it. They're good friends of mine."
"I just can't take any more of this," Mona turned her head away.
"Don't get upset, I love you," Ed told her.
He walked toward his mother, stopping right in front of her, then running his fingers affectionately through her hair.
He eventually plunged his lips forward and let them meet with hers.
Once the kiss had been delivered, Mona began to feel differently about everything.
Her hostility vanished, and now all she could think of was how much she loved her handsome son. Maybe he wasn't perfect. Maybe he was the kind of guy who would tell tales out of school. But she still loved him very much, and had to admit to herself that he had supplied her with the best sex she had ever received in her life from anyone.
They finished their drinks, with Chuck and Jeff continuing to eye her, but acting in a little more restrained fashion. Even though Ed had calmed Mona down, the two young football stars did not want to do anything to trigger her again.
Once Ed gulped down the rest of his Scotch, a certain liveliness surfaced within him.
He began to joke and smile, then reached out and unzipped his trousers.
"Don't do that," Mona said. "My dear, there are guests here,"
"We don't mind," Chuck said.
"No they don't," Ed said.
He reached inside his trousers, pulling out his long sturdy cock, which he caressed a few times in his fingers.
"This is a precious instrument," he grinned, looking at his mother. "How about you coming over here and taking it out of my hands."
"Right on," Jeff called out.
Jeff and Chuck burst into applause simultaneously, watching as Mona, now overcome with excitement, walked over toward Ed.
She immediately dropped down to her knees, reaching out and grabbing his penis. She worked her fingers smoothly over the tip of it, then let them slide down toward his scrotum.
Mona played eagerly with his testicles, watching as his legs began to tremble from all of the exhilarating pressure that was being brought to bear.
Back and forth she worked her fingers with devastating grace, enjoying every stab that she put forth.
Every now and then she would let her fingers freeze against his testicles. She would grip them hard, watching the expression on Ed's face, which revealed just how excited he was as a result of what she was doing.
She kept on toying with his balls, then abruptly switched her movements to his cock. She toyed with the tip of it, then began to manipulate her fingers over the full length of his long organ.
He felt the fires building within his cock and balls, recognizing that it wouldn't be all that long before he would juice.
"Start the sucking," he said. "Work your tongue, honey. I really need a good cock suck. I need you to go down on me."
"Never fear," Mona said.
"I won't. Not as long as you're around."
Mona slipped her tongue against his balls. While she was letting them converge with his testicles, she reached out with the fingers of both hands and maneuvered them up and down the full length of his prick.
The passions were generating and the action was developing. Chuck and Jeff watched closely, observing the action that was taking place.
She kept up her sucking, driving her tongue over his balls, letting her fingers fly over his penis.
The longer that she pressed her fingers against his cock flesh, the greater the sense of need he felt. He knew that he just had to have her go to work on his prick with her tongue.
"Switch to my cock," he called out. "I need that bad. I've got to orgasm. Suck my cock, baby. Suck my juices out of me."
She went to work right away, allowing her tongue to slide over the tip of his cock.
She busily let the pace build, then slipped her tongue up and down the full length of his rod. While she was sucking his long pecker, she reached out with the fingers of both hands and toyed with his testicles.
He was so hot that she knew it wouldn't take long before the juices sprayed. She was looking forward to eating his cock juice.
Even though she was having a good time sucking his cock, Mona was a little uncomfortable over the fact that Ed's two friends were sitting on the sofa watching the action ever so carefully.
At one point she took a look over in their direction, discovering that they had taken to jerking off while they were watching her suck off Ed.
She observed them pumping up and down on their hard cocks, which they had taken out of their trousers and were eagerly playing with.
A few strokes later, she felt a few preliminary droplets of white sperm trickling into her mouth.
Mona was alerted by that fact, recognizing that just a few more pumping strokes with her tongue, would allow her to collect the entire deluge of hot white liquid from his long dick.
The white orgasmic sea of liquid then spilled out of his long dick, shooting into Mona's waiting mouth.
Mona reached out and let her fingers maneuver smoothly over her son's balls as the juices kept on spurting out of him and into her.
"That's it, keep on sucking," Ed exclaimed, "I'm there, darling, I'm really there."
"You're damned right you are," Jeff laughed. "Just look at that juice fly."
"It makes me horny for a good cock suck," Chuck exclaimed.
"It can't help make a guy horny," Jeff said.
When she released her tongue from Ed's cock, Mona looked over at the two young football players.
They jumped up from the sofa. Jeff walked over toward her, with Chuck only a step behind.
"I'm next," Jeff said, reaching down and fondling his cock, which he held enticingly in front of Mona.
"What is this?" Mona looked over at Ed.
"You're not gonna disappoint me, are you, honey?" Ed said. "After all, I told them that you were the best cock-sucker around. I told them you'd be glad to suck them off. Surely you're not gonna disappoint me."
Mona felt a combination of disgust and sexual excitement at the same time. It made her feel helpless to have these contradictory feelings flowing through her at the same moment.
She hated Ed for bringing two young men around for her to suck off. But she couldn't help but remain excited as she looked at their huge, throbbing penises. They were both strapping, handsome young men, and she knew that, once she slipped her tongue over their respective dicks, she would enjoy it.
Jeff moved toward her, moving his fingers up and down his cock.
"Come on and suck it," he said.
She slid her head forward, remaining on her knees, then grabbed his cock.
A few strokes later, she slipped the pecker into her mouth. She could tell that Jeff was burning up with excitement. After all, he had watched the passionate ordeal of Ed getting sucked to climax, and he now wanted the same kind of action.
She slipped her tongue up and down, constantly providing him with satisfaction, driving her tongue at a swift pace.
She continued her steady sucking actions until, a few moments later, Jeff heaved a loud sigh.
"You're too much," he said. "I figured it would take a little longer than this, but oh, I can't hold out. Catch my juice, darling. Eat my protein lunch."
She braced herself, receiving every drop of sperm that shot out of the end of his joy stick.
Once that Mona released her tongue from Jeff's cock, Chuck was standing right there, ready to provide her with some more action.
"Go ahead, I'm next," Chuck said. "I'm really itching for it, baby. I've watched you suck off my two buddies. Now it's your turn to go after me."
Chuck ran his huge, powerful hands through her hair while she went to work on his cock, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue made steady contact with the base of his sturdy penis.
He began to chug like a steam engine, getting carried away with excitement as she kept up the stirring pace of the sucking.
"Keep sucking, keep plunging your tongue against my pecker," Chuck said. "Oh, baby, keep working it. Oh, I'm gonna shoot, am I gonna spurt. Am I ever gonna spurt juice into your mouth."
A few seconds later Chuck arrived at the point of orgasm. He had wanted to hold back his juices for a little while to experience the savory sensations of her tongue making rippling contact with his long dick.
But there was no way that he could prolong the inevitable, and when the juice began to escape from the end of his dick, he could tell that it was one of the thickest loads that he had ever unleashed.
"Stick with it," he told her, "swallow every drop."
He listened to her gulping, and watched with great satisfaction, knowing that Mona was intent on pleasing him right up until the very end of their act.
She acted in the form of a human suction cup, drinking in every drop of his thick white cream.
When she finally digested the last few drops of his load, she turned loose of his penis and jumped up to her feet.
"That's what I call a suck," Ed said. "Didn't she do a great job on both of you guys?"
"You're absolutely right," Chuck said. "I didn't think anybody could be as good at giving head as the way you described her, but she's even better. She's unbelievable."
"I'll go along with that," Jeff said. "Did she ever suck the cream out of me."
"Did you hear that?" Ed laughed. "I told them you were great, honey. I was absolutely right. I knew I was. I knew it wasn't just me. I knew you were fantastic at giving head."
"Thank you," Mona said softly.
A few moments later Ed left with his two friends. They were still talking about how good she was at giving head as they left.
CHAPTER 18
Once that the three young men had left, Mona began to have misgivings about her sexual conduct.
She knew that she had been trapped into having sex with Chuck and Jeff, but it had all come about as a result of the fact that she had been so strongly attracted to Ed, and had had sex with him on so many different occasions. As she lay on her bed and thought about the flow of events during the course of the last few weeks, she couldn't help but conclude that she had been a terrible influence on her son.
Perhaps Gary did have great difficulties when it came to performing, and maybe he was spending too much time away from the house. If that were the case, she thought, then maybe she should have emphasized more the importance of him sticking around, rather than going off on a wild sexual tangent with her own son.
She needed to talk to Ed fast. She thought about how terrible it would be if he actually did ruin his life and become some kind of sex maniac. She would always blame herself.
Mona continued lying in bed, thinking and worrying.
Some two hours later, she heard the sound of the front door close. She then heard footsteps.
"Ed, is that you?" she asked. "Yeah, where are you."
"The bedroom."
"Great, just the place I wanted to find you," he laughed.
Mona could tell from the fact that his speech was slightly slurred that he had been doing a good deal more drinking since she had last seen him. He had probably gotten drunk with his friends, then had quickly parted company with them, expecting some sexual satisfaction from her.
Once she told him that she was in the bedroom, Mona instantly regretted it. She was faced with a difficult set of circumstances. Mona knew Ed would want some more sex, and she would have to either give in or tell him no.
Ed entered the room, observing her lying there in the middle of the bed.
"You look so damn sexy," he said. "Just strip off your clothes, honey, and we'll fuck."
"I want to talk to you, Ed."
"Talking can wait. I want to screw you."
"That's what I want to talk to you about. I want to talk to you about the sex we've been having. I think we're gonna have to face up to some problems."
"What problems? You just have yourself some fun and that's it."
"No, there are responsibilities involved," she insisted. "I guess I didn't fully realize it until you brought your two friends over. I was like the town whore, sucking off two big studs."
"Oh, no. You shouldn't have thought of it that way. We just all wanted to have a little fun, and I had told them how good you were."
"That's just what I mean. To think that that's the way you'd be talking about your own mother."
"I didn't think you had any of those hang-ups, mom. I thought you were like me. I figured that you lived for kicks."
"I have been," she admitted. "But all of that has to come to an abrupt end. I love your father, Ed, and I love you, too. In fact, I love you so much that I'm gonna just have to give you up sexually. It's too damaging for us to continue this type of relationship."
"Oh, you're all wrong," he protested. "You want to keep on having sex with me, baby. I know you do."
"That's right. I have to reluctantly admit that. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to allow myself to get carried away any more. Oh, no. I'm not going to. That's all there is to it. I would like to see you take yourself a little more seriously. You're gonna throw your whole life away, Ed, and I don't like it one bit."
"What do you mean by that?" Ed looked at her startledly.
"I mean that there's a lot more to life than having sex. Sure, when I married your father he appealed very much to me. I naturally enjoyed having sex with him, and he enjoyed having it with me. But that was just one aspect of the overall relationship. You know what the key point was?"
"I don't have any idea."
"It was respect. Just plain old honest respect," she said, tears beginning to trickle down the sides of her face. "He respected me and I respected him. That's what a good marriage has to be built around. I was thinking about that just a few minutes ago, as I thought about how I had gone down on you and your two friends. I couldn't have had much respect for myself to do something like that."
"I just don't understand this," he shook his head. "You seemed to like the sex so much."
"I did, but there's certain things that are bad for you, even if they seem to be good at the time. Maybe I did derive a lot of pleasure from that, but that didn't make any of it right as far as I was concerned. What I was doing was wrong, and I realize it now. It was dragging me down and it was dragging you down. If I have problems relating to your father sexually, maybe a lot of that stems from me. Probably I'm derelict for not insisting that we get away more often. If I could just get him away from his work for a little while, he'd be I'm sure the same man that I knew years ago."
"I'm just so disappointed I don't know what to say," Ed said, turning away and staring in the direction of the door.
"It just has to be this way," she insisted.
"Very well," Ed said in a choked voice.
Ed left the room, closing the door behind him.
Already Mona began to feel better. Her husband would be home in just a matter of a few hours. Perhaps if she fixed him a good dinner, then had a lengthy discussion with him over after-dinner drinks about their life together, she could begin steering him back toward the path she wanted him on.
She had to start communicating better sexually with Gary. It was a new challenge for her to face, and now that she had ended the painful ordeal of telling her son Ed that it was all over between them, she looked forward with great interest to undertaking that responsibility.
Gary had given her many hours of pleasure in the past. Perhaps she could bring him to new levels of passion. She wanted to bring out the same animal instincts in him that had been brought out in Ed. And she wanted to receive the same kinds of joyful, uninhibited sensations.
She would close her eyes and rest for a few minutes, then would get up and make the best dinner she knew how for her husband.
