At fifteen, Billy Clark had two immediate goals. First, to get his jalopy running so he would have a car to drive as soon as he turned sixteen and, second, to get fucked and be relieved of the nagging horniness that ravaged him.
Now that summer vacation had started, he spent most of his time working on his car and jerking off. Very often, in the middle of some important task, he would get so horny he would have to drop everything and grab his throbbing crotch. He would climb into the back seat of the twenty-year-old Chevy convertible, pull out his throbbing cock, pump it wildly, and fill his handkerchief with jism. Only then would he be able to go back to work.
Billy was a gook-looking boy; tall, slim, with straight blond hair that bounced on his head with his quick, energetic movements. His features were almost pretty, his complexion perfectly clear except for a dozen freckles. His blue eyes glimmered like gemstones.
Although all the girls in the neighborhood liked him, Billy was shy. And his awkward lust for their pert, young breasts and round asses made it even more difficult for him to get anywhere with them.
But as Billy tore his car apart and put it back together, he was dreaming of the day he would be able to get his driver's license. He imagined himself driving down the street, stopping to offer a ride to a sweet, young chick, and getting her into the back seat under his thrusting prick.
He had necked with a few girls. Once he even held a tit in his hand for a second or two before his hand was pushed away, so he had some bask for his constant sexual fantasies. But he had to fill in the details himself. He knew that the most exquisite feeling in the world would be having his cock buried in the depths of a hot pussy. He knew that strong, young thighs gripping him around the waist would make his head spin. But the closest he could come to those experiences was imagining them.
Now, as he worked on his car, he felt the familiar feeling of his cock stirring. He leaned against the fender of the car, pressing his swelling cock against it. Once the hunger started, there was nothing he could do but jerk off. The need for an orgasm wouldn't go away by itself.
Billy glanced toward the house to see if his mother was working on her garden. She wasn't. He could jerk off there in the garage without being seen. As he was about to look away from the house, though, his eyes were attracted by a flash of light in a window. It was his mother's bedroom window, and the flash looked like sunlight falling on bare flesh.
The thought that his mother might be undressing gave Billy's already horny body a jolt. What could be better while jerking off than to admire his mother's naked body? Just thinking about it made him pant. He heard his heart beating in the stillness of the garage. There was no turning back now. He would have to sneak up to her window and look in. Although getting caught would be terribly embarrassing, the situation was out of his control now-his horniness led him on.
Shifting his prick in his pants so he was able to walk, he strolled toward the house. His mother's window was near the back door. If he walked to that door, then kept going, he could get to her window without having it look as though he meant to peek. As he neared the house, he was so excited he could feel his heart throbbing in his temples.
Passing the back door, Billy neared that portal to heaven-his mother's window. He decided to walk past it, glancing in without stopping. If he saw something good, he would walk back and take another look. After all, he couldn't just stand there gawking-she would see him.
Looking out of the corners of his eyes so his peeking wouldn't be too obvious, he passed the window. When he saw Ms mother standing at her dresser looking in the mirror, naked, he was almost knocked over with passion. The sight had lasted for only a split second, but now that he knew there was something to see he would go back and get an eyeful.
Trembling with lust, he crept back to the window. His mother was in the same spot. Billy's brain was exploding with excitement as he took in the view of his mother's gorgeous body.
She was standing in profile, so she couldn't see him in the mirror. Her big tits were sticking out proudly, and her ass was the most sensual thing Billy had ever seen.
As his eyes traveled up and down that fantastic body, his mother made exactly the right movements to show off her voluptuousness. She lifted her hands to her head, pulling her long, blonde hair into a ponytail, which she pinned up.
Her round, ample tits rose with her arms. Billy saw a sight he would never forget. Then she bent forward, causing those creamy globes to swing down and hang from her chest over the dresser.
When Billy saw those tits swing heavily and sway slightly, he heard a groaning sound in his throat. What would he give to be able to lift one of those knockers and weight it in his sweaty palm? At that moment of horny insanity he would have given his life.
Suddenly, his mother stood upright. Her tits leapt up, and she turned her back to the window and her peeping son. As she walked to her closet, her ass swayed from side to side, the cheeks quivering sexily. Billy's eyes strained to see into the deep, dark crevice that separated the cheeks of her ass as he dreamed of pressing his face into thsoe soft pillows of flesh. The inverted-heart shape of his mother's ass was the most beautiful thing Bill could imagine.
His mother opened her closet. As Billy was etching the view of her naked ass into his memory, the woman bent down to pick up something from the closet floor. Her cunt peeked out from under her ass as she bent o\er, giving her son a sight that made him quake with horniness. He peered at that furry treasure so intently his eyeballs ached.
From his position outside the window he couldn't see as much detail as he would have liked.
But he knew that his eyes were resting on a genuine, living, cunt-the thing that had dominated his consciousness for the past few years. His horny greed almost overcame his common sense as he felt an urge to climb through the window and run to that hairy prize. But he was glued to his vantage point.
His mother pulled a pair of slippers from the closet and stepped into them. Then she took a robe from a hook and threw it around her as she turned toward the window. Just before the robe closed, Billy got a view of her cunt. Although he had to duck out of sight as his mother faced the window, the image of the fuzzy triangle was burned into his brain.
Billy scurried back to the garage. He was afraid his mother had seen him as she turned around, but at the moment that thought was secondary to his raging arousal. His cock was fully stiff and beating with his pounding heart. He wouldn't have been surprised to hear his pants rip from the pressure of his swollen cock.
When he slid behind the wheel of his car, Billy was shaking. His arms were Hmp, and his hands trembled as he struggled to pull down his fly. When he freed his blood-engorged rod, there was a pearly drop of jism on the bead. He felt a tremendous pressure in his balls.
With a vivid picture of his mother's swinging tits and swaying ass burning in his mind, he grabbed his prick and pumped the loose skin up and down. In his advanced state of sexual excitement, it took only about a half-dozen strokes to start his cream shooting in high arcs over his lap.
Billy sat there for a while, covered with jism and breathing deep gulps of air, thinking about what he had seen. He had known what a naked woman looked like from the magazines he had hidden under his mattress. But the sight of a warm, living woman stirred him to the bone. He knew he would have to get his hands on a chick. He would have to feel a set of big tits oozing through his fingers. But most of all, he would have to stick his prick into title hot depths of a cunt.
When Ann dark turned away from her closet she gasped in fright at the blur she saw at her window. There must have been a prowler, she thought But in the middle of the afternoon? Pulling herself together, she rushed to the window and looked out just in time to see Billy disappear into the garage.
It was a shock to think that her son had been peeking in her window, but it seemed that that was what had happened. She thought about what he had seen and blushed in embarrassment. Ever since the boy had been a child, she had kept the sight of her body from him.
Ann was a widow. Ted, her husband, had been killed in an auto accident when Billy was an infant. Ann' and Billy led a good life together, though. Thanks to Ted's insurance and Ann's job as a secretary, there was enough money for a comfortable lifestyle.
But now Ann was worried about the boy. He was at the age where sex was becoming important to him. She knew that her son was shy and that he was bound to be horny. She had already found the stains on his bed sheets that indicated he frequently jerked off at night.
But that didn't explain Ann's worrying. If she would admit to herself that Billy's peeking had given her a twinge of excitement, she might have realized the cause of her worry. The truth was, ever since Billy began leaving those stains on his sheet, Ann felt a longing for the boy deep in her cunt.
She had fond memories of his father's big cock and the marvelous way he used it. She suspected that her son had inherited those attributes.
Ann had planned to take a bath, but now there was something else she wanted to do, too. Her pussy had that empty, tickling feeling that could only be remedied by masturbation. No doubt, thinking about her son peeking in her window had something to do with her need. She ignored that possibility though. Rather, she thought about
Jim, the man she'd been going out with for the last few years.
Ann rushed into the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, she gazed at her face. She knew that she was still beautiful at thirty-four. Her features were pert and neat. She had a small, well-shaped mouth, straight, narrow nose, and deep-blue eyes that could look into a person's soul. Billy obviously got his good looks from her. ]
Dropping her gaze, she opened her robe and watched her tits appear. As her nipples gathered into tight knots, she dropped the robe to the floor behind her. Her body began to sprout goosebumps as it always did when she was horny. When she bent over to turn on the water, her pussy stuck out behind her, opening slightly. Because her cunt was well juiced, the air in the bathroom felt cool on the exposed interior.
Although the bathroom began to steam up, Ann shivered in a fit of passion. She reached for her tits. Taking them into a tight caress, she moved those soft jugs around on her chest, then dropped them into place to feel them jostle and quiver. Her hands then moved over the rest of her body, smoothing down the goosebumps and filling her with increasing lust.
One hand slid down her belly, over her belly button, and into her pubic curls. The other moved around her waist and over a full, round asscheek.
She grabbed a handful of ass and her plump, hairy cunt. Hot juice was squeezed into her palm from the tender lips of that slot.
Ann tried to concentrate on her boy friend, Jim. But she found that Billy kept creeping into her horny thoughts. Without wondering why her son was on her mind, she pushed his image away and dragged Jim's back into focus. As she curled her middle finger into the folds of her wet pussy, she imagined it was Jim's finger, just as she imagined that the hand gripping her ass was his.
By the time her breath was speeding up with desperation, and currents of sexual joy were running through her, the tub was full. Ann turned off the water and stepped into the tub.
Lowering herself slowly into the hot water, she gasped as it touched, then surrounded, her crotch. When she was seated comfortably in the tub, the water was lapping her cunt like a liquid tongue, mingling with her juice.
She wrapped her hand around her cunt mound once again and inserted a finger. Jerking off under hot bath water was one of Ann's favorite pastimes. She was always able to have terrific orgasms as the water helped her fingers massage her sensitive pussy.
Sliding down in the tub, Ann immersed her tits so the water would float them. That felt as good as skillfull hands massaging them. Then she began moving her fingers in the familiar ritual of masturbation. While sliding two fingers up her tight channel, she brushed her thumb over the puckered flesh surrounding her clit. Going slowly and gently at first, she increased the massage as her excitement mounted.
For a while, she merely moved her fingers, but soon her whole arm moved, slapping the water with a soothing sound. She entered the realm of ecstasy. Her whole body rocked back and forth in the foaming water. Her free hand rose to one of her tits, grabbed it, and pushed it up toward her mouth which was open and waiting to meet her erect nipple. She lifted her head so she could reach the tit with her outstretched tongue. Then, lowering her head a little farther, she sucked the whole nipple into her mouth.
In that weird position, Ann felt her orgasm blooming in her belly. Her fingers worked harder and her mouth sucked more hungrily as the bubble of ecstasy within her grew to the point of. bursting. Water began leaping out of the tub and onto the floor as her body jerked and her legs kicked. The tit in her mouth muffled her moans,
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m," she hummed as she felt the bubble of her pleasure pop, releasing the rapture of her climax.
As usual when she jerked off in the tub, the pleasure raged for what seemed like hours. She kept her fingers reaching high up her cunt-tube, wiggling and squirming. Her thumb rubbed her stiff clit with a rapid rhythm.
When she finally stopped her wild gyrations, her body tingled with the effect of prolonged joy. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift, imagining that she was floating in a sez of hot jism.
She recovered her strength sufficiently to continue her bath, and thought again of her son. She had to face the fact that he had peeked in her window, and she wondered what else his horniness would lead him to. Would she have to be on guard for his prying eyes from then on?
Ann didn't know what would happen or how she would deal with it even though thinking about the situation was making her cunt juice up again. One thing she wouldn't do, though, was admit her longing for the boy-at least not yet.
Chapter Two
During dinner that evening, Billy and Ann were unusually silent. Billy couldn't look at his mother without seeing her as he had through her window that afternoon. His prick was already hard, and his face was burning with uneasy lust.
Ann noticed her son's discomfort. She was thinking about the incident too, but, although her cunt was wet with the kinky pleasure of having shown off her naked body, she was ignoring the hunger she felt for the boy. Rather, she was thinking about her date that evening with Jim.
"You'll stay home, won't you?"
"Yeah," Billy said without looking up. Ann was wearing a low-cut dress that showed the round tops of her tits to their best advantage. When she realized that Billy wasn't staring at that exposed flesh as he usually did, she realized that she had known about her son's interest in her body all along. Often she had seen the boy glancing at her overflowing tits or up her short skirts, yet she never tried to dress more modestly.
If she had continued along that line of reasoning, she would have had to ask herself why her window shade had been up while she pranced around naked. But she wasn't interested in her own behavior. She kept thinking about her son becoming a voyeur, and about her date, and about Jim's eager cock.
After dinner, Billy washed the dishes so his mother could get ready for her date. He had always been jealous of Jim. After all, Billy had to stay home with his horniness while Jim and his mother were out fucking. And now that he knew his mother's naked beauty first hand, it was even more difficult for him to think about someone else enjoying it while he was so desperate for it.
He finished the dishes, went into the living room, and turned on the television. But when Ann came into the room, decked out in a slinky dress, high heels, and her hair piled up on her head in curling waves. his eyes were pried from the television screen. He watched her tits hopping around over her low neckline, and her ass, held tight in the dress, switching back and forth as she walked about gathering up her purse and keys.
"Zip me up, please, honey," Ann said, walking to him and turning around.
Billy Was glad she had her back to him, because when he stood, his stiff cock was clearly visible under the denim of his jeans. He stared down at his mother's swelling ass. As he reached for the top of her zipper, his nostrils flared. The warm perfume of his mother's body was drifting up to him. Sparks seemed to jump from the smooth, creamy skin of her back to his fumbling fingertips.
Billy took his time with the zipper and the little hook above it. He played a little game with himself. He brought the lump of his captive prick as close to his mother's ass as he could without touching it. He thought he could feel the heat of her ass radiating through her dress to his bloated cockhead.
Suddenly, Ann moved back a few inches. The softness of her ass bounced against the rock-hardness of his cock. Before Billy could back off, he felt the collision with a jolt of excitement. He couldn't help wondering if his mother had noticed what she had backed into.
Billy knew what he would do as soon as his mother left the house. So, although he was enjoying the sight of her scantily-clad body, he was eager for her to leave him in privacy.
Just as he finished the task of closing his mothers dress, the doorbell rang.
"Come in, Jim," Ann called in musical tones. Jim Brandt walked into the room with his easy gait and warm smile. Billy felt the presence of the man as intently as if they were squeezed into a telephone booth together. His jealousy was stronger than he realized.
Jim wasn't a big man; only slightly taller than average, and well built without being muscular. He had a squarish face capped with wavy brown hair. His features were rugged, but not tough, handsome, but not striking. His work as an engineer kept him tanned and vigorous.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said, and kissed Ann on the cheek, "hello, Billy. How's the car coming along?"
"Pretty good," Billy said as he fell back into his chair.
As Billy watched the couple, Jim holding his hand on the small of Ann's back, he couldn't help picturing them lying naked in an embrace of sexual bliss. But he couldn't help liking Jim despite his jealousy.
"Karen will be back from school next Wednesday," Jim said. "We'll all get together and go on a picnic. How's that sound?"
Karen, Jim's daughter, had just finished her first year of college. The news that she was coming home was welcomed by Billy, who had high hopes for their friendship.
"Yeah, great," Billy said, hiding his enthusiasm for fear his lust would show.
"Have a nice evening, honey, and don't stay up too late," Ann said to her boy as she and Jim left.
Billy listened to Jim's car drive down the street, then jumped up and went straight to his mother's room. As he walked into the feminine bedroom, he could feel her presence as though she were still standing naked in front of her mirror. Billy looked at the window that he had peeked through earlier that day. The shade was now down. Walking over to the dresser, he stood where his mother had stood when he saw her through the window.
There was something oddly exciting about thinking of their bodies sharing that exact spot. Where his prick was now twitching in his pants, his mother's cunt had been. Looking up into the mirror, he tried to imagine the image it reflected when his nude mother stood there.
Billy began breathing harder as he reached for his fly. In another few seconds, he was holding his prick in his hand, watching it jerk and throb in the mirror. He touched the tender, blown-up head to the dresser top where his mother had leaned.
Slowly, with careful movements, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He wanted to be in the same naked condition his mother had been in when he peeked at her.
When his clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, Billy could feel the fragrant atmosphere of the room caressing his body. He strolled around with his cock jumping in front of him and his balls bouncing off his thighs. As his gaze moved around the room, it was snagged by a pile of shining garments lying on a chair.
With his eyes on that shimmering fabric, Billy felt his passion multiply. He followed his cock to the chair. Now he could see that it was actually two garments: a pair of tiny bikini undies and a slip. He reached down for the garments with a trembling hand.
The touch of that cool, slick fabric made Billy shiver. He lifted the panties, holding them in front of his face. As his imagination filled the empty undies with his mother's crotch, her cunt seemed to appear before his eyes, filling the front of the panties with her curly mound. A kinky inspiration made Billy bring that tiny garment to his nose. He inhaled deeply.
As the luscious flavor of his mother's pussy filled his head, Billy was devoured by lust. He wanted so desperately to put his face between a girl's thighs and get that odor directly from the source. But that seemed such an incredible treat that he didn't think it would ever happen to him.
Next, he let the panties drop from his face to his prick where he draped the nylon on the stiff spike. Feeling that silky sensation on his cock made the thing bob with even greater enthusiasm. He wrapped his balls in the nylon, pulling it between his thighs and asscheeks. The only thing to do after that was to put them on. So, stepping through the leg holes, he pulled the panties up over his ass.
With his prick folded up against his belly and his balls nestled in the panties, Billy turned to look at himself in the mirror. The sight was the strangest he'd ever seen. It was also the most exciting- except maybe for the sight of his mother's naked body-Standing in front of the mirror, Billy lowered the front of the panties, freeing his prick. Then he grabbed that jerking rod and began pumping. Swiveling around to see his reflection from various angles, he was soon flinging bullets of jism around the room.
His orgasm was a powerful one. That could be expected because of his outrageous, perverted excitement. When he was drained, however, he felt foolish standing there in his mother's bedroom with her underpants on. He pulled them off, put them and the slip back on the chair, and mopped up the cum he'd left scattered on the carpet.
Seated in front of the TV again, Billy could hardly believe what he had done that day. Peeking through his mother's window, then putting on her underwear was very weird. He thought he was becoming a real pervert. But what else could he expect, considering his unfulfilled sexual hunger?
"I saw your eyes bulging during that scene in the girls' locker room," Ann said, referring to the movie they had just seen.
"Sure. Every guy dreams about what goes on in girls' locker rooms," Jim said. "My big dream when I was young was to have X-ray vision."
"You know, I think Billy's going through that now," Ann said. "I think he was peeking at me through rny bedroom window this afternoon."
"Really? Well, I guess I can't blame him," Jim said as he slipped his hand around Ann's waist.
They were walking down the street on their way to Jim's car. When Ann felt his hand creep up her side to the base of her tit, she wiggled out of his grasp.
"You horny guys are all alike," she said with a giggle-"Sure we are," Jim said, grabbing her again.
"But seriously, Jim. I'm worried about Billy. He's shy and doesn't have any girl friends. The poor kid has to peek at me to see what a naked woman looks like."
"Do you think he'd like to get his hands on you?" Jim asked, suddenly serious.
"No, not really," Ann said, not believing her own words. "But I'm the only girl he sees from day to day since he's constantly working on that jalopy. And I find stains on his bedsheets all the time."
"I don't think there's anything to worry about. He's just a typical horny kid," Jim said.
"Well, maybe things wil improve for him when Karen gets back."
"Hey, she's a good girl," Jim said. "Don't depend on her to satisfy Billy's horniness."
"Well, look who's talking," Ann said. "What if I took that attitude?"
"Look, we're adults," Jim said as they climbed into the car. "Karen's only a teenager."
"She's seventeen," Ann said. "I'd already fucked a few guys at that age. And I was only two years older than her when I had Billy."
"You're different," Jim said, and encircled Ann in a tight embrace.
He grabbed one half-naked tit and covered her mouth with his own. Ann wiggled away from him.
"What do you mean? How am I different?" Ann demanded.
"Well, you're not different, but.. . well, I just don't want Karen to ... you know."
"No, I don't know," Ann said, sounding increasingly irritated.
"Come on, baby. Let's not fight," Jim said, leaning over to kiss her again. "Let's go over to my place and get into bed."
Ann couldn't resist that offer, especially after being aroused by her son's voyeurism that afternoon. But she was upset by Jim's unreasonable attitude toward his daughter's virtue. She hoped Billy would get a chance at Karen's young body. She might even encourage the poor boy, she thought.
Jim's wife had left him and Karen long ago. He never liked to talk about her, so Ann didn't know the real story. She suspected that his wife had been a tramp, though. That would explain his protective attitude toward his daughter. But Ann knew that being overprotective could be the worst thing for the girl. Ann's father had tried to enforce her virginity, resulting in her making her cunt available to every kid in the neighborhood.
Jim grabbed one of Ann's tits again and kissed her. This time she didn't pull away. Rather, she opened her mouth to his probing tongue and tasted his saliva. Her nipple stiffened to the touch of the fingers he slipped down her dress. It was a short ride to his place, fortunately.
"Let's- leave necking in the car to the kids, sweetheart," Ann said. "Take me home and fuck me."
Jim started the motor and roared down the street. As he drove, his hand remained high on Ann's thigh, sending a current of excitement up her leg into her already wet twat.
As soon as they got out of the car in the garage below Jim's apartment building, he had his hands all over her. In the elevator he pressed her up against the wall with his body, pressing his hard cock into her belly. Ann wished the elevator would rise faster.
Finally they were in Jim's sparsely furnished but modern apartment. As soon as Ann caught sight of the lump in Jim's pants she felt herself becoming the wanton woman she genuinely was.
Ann knew how to undress in front of a man with the greatest possible effect. First, she asked Jim to unzip the zipper that Billy had closed. Then, facing him, she pulled the top of the dress slowly away from her firm, high tits. In her passion, her nipples had puckered into hard knobs which Jim kissed one after the other.
After that sample, he stood and began to pull down his pants. Ann wiggled her dress down over her wide hips and let it fall to the floor around her ankles.
"Shit, baby," Jim gasped. "Whenever I see your gorgeous body, I just can't wait to get my cock up your sweet cunt."
"And I can't wait to feel it in there. I love your prick."
As she said that, Ann hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. Then, slowly and teasingly, she pulled them down her long, shapely legs. After kicking off her shoes, she sent the pantyhose into Jim's face with a high kick.
She left her skimpy panties on so Jim could have the pleasure of stripping them from her.
"Come here and let me feel you," Jim said.
They stood toe to toe. Jim's prick pulsed hotly on Ann's tummy, and her erect nipples poked his hairy chest. Wrapping their arms around one another, they pulled their bodies together with a loud slap.
Ann's tits were squeezed between their bodies, flattened over Jim's chest. His long, thick cock was trapped between their bellies. Jim could feel the material of Ann's panties tickling his balls.
"Oh, baby," Ann cooed. "Squeeze me. Tighter. Squeeze the juice right out of my cunt."
They lunged their tongues deep into each other's mouths as they ground their faces together. Their hands groped at each other's asses. Then Jim bent his legs, squeezed Ann even tighter, and lifted her off the floor. Holding her to him as they continued fencing with their tongues, he carried her into his bedroom.
Jim tossed Ann on the bed from several feet away. She squealed in mock fright as she bounced on the mattress. Before the bed stopped shaking, Jim jumped on top of her.
Ann loved to feel the hard weight of Jim's body pinning her down as they lapped at each other's mouths. Jim slowly slid off her well-padded body so it would be available to his grasping hands.
Fillings his hands with her rolling tits, Jim kneaded them with consummate skill and strength. He pinched her nipples between his ringers, then pressed those buttons into his palm as his fingers buried themselves in the pliable mountains of her breasts.
"Your hands are so good, Jim," Ann breathed. "They drive me wild. M-m-m-m-m."
Jim kissed his way down her neck, pausing at her ear to nibble the lobe, then moved over her chest. His hands turned her tits over to his sucking, licking mouth. After sucking each nipple, he buried his face between the big jugs. Then he stuffed as much of one tit into his mouth as he could hold.
Ann arched her back in sexual pleasure. Jim sucked harder and more greedily. As she wiggled, her hair came loose and spread over the pillow beneath her head. Having her tits worked on like that always made Ann writhe with uncontrollable pleasure.
Finally, Jim left the tits behind as his kissing expedition continued down her body. He traced the centerline of her belly with his tongue until he came to her belly button. There, he stopped to probe that pit. Since her pussy was only a short hop away, Jim's mouth was already watering with the anticipation of reaching that honey-filled destination.
"Oh, Jim," Ann said softly as she spread her legs. "Suck my pussy. Kiss it, lick it. Umm-mmm..."
Jim crawled between Ann's splayed legs. Looking down, he saw her pink gash spread under the forest of curly hair. The wet and slippery folds of flesh were peeking out at him. In the dim light of the room, he could see the puckered skin around her clit and the inner lips that guarded the entrance to her cunt.
"You have the most beautiful cunt in the world, baby," Jim said, lowering his face to that tender junction.
Ann looked down between her tits and over her belly to see Jim's face disappear below the horizon of her pubic hair. She lifted her thighs so her crotch would roll forward, making her soaking slot more readily available to Jim's tongue.
Before dipping his tongue into that juicy gash, Jim nuzzled his nose and lips in the hair. Then he kissed and licked the crease that separated her thighs from her soft mound. Ever so slowly, his tongue moved closer to the opening of her cunt. He finally touched the steaming interior with the very tip of his tongue, moving it around gingerly. He traced the inner lips from her clit to the rear corner of that slot
"Oh, Jim, I love it. I love it," Ann moaned. "You really know how to eat me, dear. You do it so well."
"M-m-m-m-rn," Jim moaned into the cunt spread over his face.
He pressed his tongue more firmly into her twat, covering the ridges in there with broad strokes. Creeping into every fold and corner of her cunt, Jim's tongue twisted, drilled, fluttered and probed. He put his hands between her thighs and pushed them even farther apart so he could reach higher up her drooling cunt.
This was what Ann lived for. Without sex her life meant nothing.
"Oh, God, Jim!" she gasped. "Shit, that feels good. Sooooooo good."
The breathlessness of her voice showed her tremendous pleasure and spurred Jim on to even greater feats of cunt-lapping. His head began bobbing as he covered that liquid gash with faster and harder laps. Jim's saliva, mixed with Ann's copious cunt juice, was smeared between them, lubricating the movements of Jim's face.
Ann was whipping her head back and forth and thrashing her arms. Her legs, held high over Jim's head, shook with the vibration of her ecstasy. Jim could look up over her stomach to see her tits wobbling crazily on her chest with her desperate writhing.
Trying to make her climax the best ever, Jim drilled his tongue on her clit with all his energy. He held on to her thighs so she wouldn't squirm right out of his grasp. Her wanton wails of climactic rapture filled Jim with envy of her pleasure.
Finally, her body began to relax. Jim eased up on his tongue work. When he lifted his face from her swampy pussy, Ann noticed that her cunt juice was shining all around his mouth.
Jim crawled up beside her, took her in his arms, and kissed her. Ann loved the way she could taste her own juice in his mouth.
"You're a genius at that, darling," she cooed. "No one has ever eaten me like you do."
"We aim to please," Jim said. "Now how about sucking me?"
"Just what I had in mind," Ann said.
As she began sliding down his body, dragging her tits over his stomach, Ann kissed and licked him eagerly. The throbbing prick standing up from.his. crotch stretched even more as Ann rubbed against it. When she was lying beside Jim's legs, she took his cock in both hands, massaging and squeezing it.
She lifted his balls gently and jostled them around in her hand. Her finger moved under the sac, tickling the bald spot between his balls and asshole. Then Ann leaned over the blood-engorged cockhead and kissed it right on the pee slot.
The frantic jerking and heat of his cock made Ann anxious to feel it inside her. But first she was going to give it a good sucking.
Opening her mouth wide, she lowered her head so the cock slipped into her face. Although the puffy head filled her mouth to capacity, she moved her tongue around under the cock, then all around it As she sucked, she held the thick base of his pick in one hand like the stick of a popsicle. And what a delicious popsicle it was!
"Oh, that feels great, baby," Jim said.
Yeahhhh!"
With her tits rubbing against one of his thighs and her free hand stroking the other, Ann moved her head in circles and up and down, sliding his cock over her tongue.
Jim loved the sight of her head hovering over his prick like that, with her mouth fuE of it. He reached down to push her hair out of the way so his view would be unobstructed.
Ann bobbed her head up and down, sliding the cockhead to the back of her throat- Each time she lowered her head, the prick reached deeper. Soon it was passing her tonsils on its way down her throat. Then, with the fat knob so deep down her gullet her lips were almost reaching the base of his prick, Ann swallowed.
It was a trick she had learned long ago. One that always made a man writhe. The muscles in her throat grabbed the prick, trying to pull it down into her stomach.
When she heard Jim moan and felt his body jerk. she slid the tip of his cock up into her mouth, tookj a quick breath, then swallowed it again. After a few of those expertly executed throat-wrenchings, Jim began pumping his hips in uncontrollable spasms.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Shit, that's great. Ok yeah, yeah."
The convulsive twitches of the cock told Ann that jism would soon be erupting. But as much as she loved the taste of steaming cum, she was in the mood to have her cunt stuffed. So she popped the cock out of her mouth and crawled up on Jim body. Straddling his hips, she reached down to his. prick, took it in her free hand, and guided it to her pussy.
Since Ann's cunt was still soaking wet, she slit down his cock as soon as she got the tip in the right spot. As her cunt lining stretched over the big prick, they both gasped with sudden bliss.
Because Jim was so close to coming, Ann didn't pump her hips up and down. Rather, she rocked back and forth on him, causing his cock to stir her twat bringing him closer to shooting his load.
"M-m-m-m, that's nice," Jim sighed. "Your cunt is so tight, baby."
"How close are you to coming?" Ann asked as she continued rocking.
"Real close," Jim said. "But I won't come as long as you just keep rocking like that."
Jim looked at the junction of their crotches. He saw Ann's pussy spread around his cock. Her cute clit peeked out at him through his own pubic hair. He reached up, grabbing a quivering tit in each hand.
"I think I can bring us off together," Ann said.
Jim could see that she was getting close to coming too. Her pretty face was screwed up in an expression of passion, her mouth hanging open and her eyes tightly shut. He loved lying on his back looking up at the sight of Ann in the throes of an orgasm.
"I-I t-think I'm coming! Ah-h-h! Ah-h-h-h!" she moaned.
Ann switched the movement of her hips from a rocking to a pumping motion. Her cunt rose and fell, plunging up and down on Jim's prick.
As soon as he felt his cock sliding in that hot, wet, tight sleeve, he felt his jism surging- Ann's pussy was contracting powerfully, grabbing his cock and milking it.
"Ah-h, it feels so good, so good," Ann babbled deliriously as she bounced on Jim's cock. "I'm oc-coming!"
"S-so am I," Jim said. "Uh-h-h! Uh-h-h-h!"
He tried to pump his hips under Ann's in order to get his prick pistoning even faster. He lifted his head from the pillow as his body curled in intense pleasure. Then he threw his head down into the pillow again and grabbed Ann's hips, in his hands to help her bounce.
"A-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h-h!" she wailed.
Ann leaned back, supporting herself by reaching back and grabbing Jim's thighs. That changed the angle of his cock in her cunt. The new angle increased the friction that was turning them both into howling banshees.
Ann felt the searing heat of the cum spurting into her pussy even though she was out of her mind with blinding rapture.
Jim's climax subsided first. Ann, still bouncing on his spent cock, was driving him wild. He was relieved when she finally stopped.
Jim looked up at her. Ann wore a smile of perfect satisfaction; her body shone with perspiration. With her cunt still wrapped around his rod, she lowered herself on Jim, her tits hitting his chest first, followed by the rest of her. Jim hugged her, feeling the coolness of her body as her sweat evaporated.
"That was great, baby," Jim said.
"M-m-m, yeah. I have better orgasms with you than I've ever had in my life," Ann said. "I only wish I didn't have to leave."
"I don't want you to. I want to hold you all night."
"But I have to get home. I can't leave Billy alone all night."
"Ann, let's get married. Then we can be together all the time."
Ann sprang up in surprise. Although she'd been going out with Jim for a few years, she hadn't thought about marrying him. She didn't know what to say.
"Why do you look so shocked?" Jim asked. "We're in love. Why shouldn't we get married?"
"Oh, Jim, I just don't know," she said. "I'll have to think about it."
Jim kissed her again. Then Ann got off him, dropping his shrunken cock from her cunt. She hated getting out of his warm bed after fucking. But that wasn't a good enough reason to get married.
Ann felt off balance, confused. Suddenly she had an important decision to make, maybe the most important one of her life.
"Don't get up," she said. "I'll call a cab."
She went to phone, then went back to the bedroom.
"I want to live with you," Jim said. "I wish you felt the same."
"I do, Jim, but this is so sudden. There's a lot to consider."
"What?" he asked.
"Well, the kids for one thing. Our getting married would have a big effect on them."
"They could both use a brother or sister. They get along well, and they'll both be in college soon anyway," Jim said. "Our getting married will be the best thing for all four of us."
Ann couldn't argue with him; he was making sense. But she still had to think it over. In the cab. Ann wondered why she was putting him off. She began to wonder if she really loved him. She thought she did, but she just couldn't let herself accept his proposal yet.
Chapter Three
Ann noticed Billy's eyes light up when she told him that Karen, Jim's daughter, was home from college and that they were all going on a picnic.
She hadn't told Billy about Jim's proposal, nor had she accepted it yet. Actually, Ann was afraid to tell her son about it, and she wondered if he was the reason for her hesitation.
She had caught Billy peeking into her window a second time. But she didn't let him know that she knew about his voyeurism. It was getting harder for her to ignore the lust that her son's peeping was causing her, though. She jerked off after the second time he peeked, just as she had after the first time.
When Jim and Karen came over to pick them up for the picnic, Ann had trouble ignoring her jealousy of the younger girl. Her cheeks flushed when she caught herself wishing Billy were looking at her own tits as usual, rather than at Karen's.
Karen looked even lovelier than she had before she left for college. She had cut her honey-colored hair short, leaving her firm, young tits unobstructed by the long hair that used to partially hide them. Her very short pants were so tight the mound of her pussy showed clearly. Ann thought she could discern the crack of her cunt right through the material.
Karen had a feminine version of her father's face. It was wide and open, but her broad mouth and straight nose fit it well. Her eyes were as deep a brown as Billy's were blue.
The two kids would make a nice pair, Ann admitted grudgingly to herself, even though Karen was a few inches taller than her son.
Billy's eyes were glued on Karen's body from the first glance. Since they'd met almost two years before, she had had a major role in his sexual fantasies, but they really didn't know each other very well. Still, Billy hoped to get to know her much better.
After loading the car with baskets of food, a blanket, and other things needed for a successful picnic, Karen and Billy climbed into the back seat, Ann and Jim into the front.
"What grade are you going into, Billy?" Karen asked, breaking the silence between them
"I'll be a senior," Billy said.
He thought she should have known what grade he was in; he'd told her before. Her forgetting that made the boy feel that she had forgotten all about him.
"How was college?" he asked, but only because he thought he had to if they were going to talk at all. He would rather not have to talk about the things that made her seem older and more experienced than he.
"Oh, it's wonderful," she said. "Nothing like high school. They really treat you like an adult at college. We can smoke in class, and we don't have to go to class at all if we don't want."
"You don't?" Billy asked.
College sounded great, but Karen's description seemed to put even more distance between them. He must look like a young punk to her, he thought.
"One of my professors said he would give higher grades to girls who wore short skirts to class and sat in the front row," Karen said. "But he was only kidding."
"A teacher of yours said that?" Jim asked from the front seat. "I'm going to write to the administration to complain. No wonder things are the way they are nowadays."
"Oh, Daddy," Karen giggled. "Don't be so provincial."
"Provincial, huh? Well I really am going to complain. That's no way for a college professor to talk," Jim huffed.
Billy saw Karen shake her head with pity for her poor, square father. But now Billy was getting encouraged. Karen sounded like the sort of girl who would let him get somewhere with her. His prick began to press against the front of his pants as he began to hope they could sneak away from their parents during the picnic.
When they arrived at the park, they spread the blanket on a hillside overlooking a lake. They had a feast. But while Billy ate, his eyes were taking in more than his stomach. He watched Karen's tits, appreciating the new style she must have acquired at college-no bra. Her nipples had become hard as she ate, poking little bumps on her jersey.
When she leaned forward to reach for the mustard, the neck of her jersey fell open just enough for Billy to catch a quick glimpse of her bare tits.
At that sight, his cock, already stiff, jerked strongly. He felt a deep-seated longing to rest his head between that pair of warm tits.
When they finished eating and had rested awhile, he began to plot his seduction attempt. Looking around, trying to find a way to be alone with her, he saw rowboats gliding over the lake. That would be perfect, he thought,
"Let's go rowing," he said to Karen.
"Sure, that sounds like fun."
"Okay, Mom?" Billy asked his mother.
"Sure. Go ahead and have fun," Ann said.
Billy realized that his mother was as eager to be alone with Jim as he was to be alone with Karen.
He stopped pulling his jersey down in an awkward attempt to hide his boner as Karen walked along beside him. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets.
Now that he was alone with her he couldn't think of anything to say. But his heart was pounding fiercely. He realized that all that stood between him and the fruition of his horny desires was this girl's whim. If she proved as hot as she sounded, Billy would be in heaven before long. If she wasn't, he would remain in his hell of frustration.
Soon, they were sitting in a boat, Karen in the stern and Billy in the middle, pulling at the oars. Karen, using a life jacket as a pillow, leaned back like Cleopatra on her barge. Billy couldn't help staring at her body, which she had put on display in a sexy pose.
"I'll row if you get tired," Karen offered.
"No, that's all right. I won't get tired," Billy said. "I thought it was really funny about that professor of yours telling the girls to wear short skirts, and how your old man hit the roof. Did your teacher really say that?"
Billy thought he had started the conversation on the right track. As he studied the creaminess of her inner thighs and dreamed about what was a few inches higher, under her pants, he grew braver.
"Sure he did," Karen said. "Really, college is so different. I see things entirely differently now."
"Like what?" Billy asked.
"Everything. Life, love, sex. Everything."
"Sex?" he asked, seeing his chance. "How do you see it?"
"Well, before I went to college, I thought I would save myself for my husband, but now I think we owe it to ourselves to enjoy our bodies."
Billy began swiveling his head, looking for a place to go ashore with this liberated young girl. She was practically offering her cunt to him on a silver platter.
"What do you think?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, I think so too," he said.
He saw a good spot. There was a little cove surrounded by trees. There would be plenty of privacy there.
"Let's go ashore here for a while," he said, rowing into the cove.
"Why? I thought you wanted to row around."
"Yeah, well, you know. Rowing is fun, but part of the fun is rowing someplace and going ashore."
Billy realized that she wasn't going to make it easy for him. Karen looked at him with a sly smile on her pretty lips. They pulled the boat up and sat on the bank.
From the corner of his eye, Billy was keeping watch on those gorgeous tits in order to keep his courage up. Karen's hands were lying in her lap between her naked thighs. Gathering all his courage together, Billy reached over and picked up one of her hands.
As he brought the hand to his thigh, Karen looked at him. Billy quickly gave her a kiss. The touch of her tender lips on his own made him hunger for more.
As he slipped the tip of his tongue out, parting Karen's lips, she took it willingly into her mouth, sucking it vigorously. Karen seemed to be heating up quickly, Billy sensed in a flood of hopeful passion.
Billy reached for her slender thigh. His other hand moved around her back, pulling her to him. The smooth warmth of her skin under his grasping ringers, and her fingers resting on his sensitive thigh, was driving Billy to the heights of sexual excitement.
Her willingness seemed to be a promise to relieve his aching need, Billy thought. He began moving his hand up her thigh, over her shorts, and up toward a firmly waiting young breast. If she would let him hold her tits, he figured, he would be halfway to his goal of fucking this beautiful chick.
His fingers discerned the swelling at the base of her tit, and, as his head spun, he wrapped her tit in a firm grip. The soft yet firm mound of warm flesh in his hand made Billy wild with sexual hunger. His fingertips squeezed greedily and his palm pressed the stiff nipple.
Taking her mouth from his, Karen asked, "Is this why you wanted to go rowing?"
"Yeah," Billy admitted. "Ever since I first saw you I wanted to neck with you."
Then he kissed her again. He didn't want the conversation to get out of control. Tightening his grip even more, he pushed her down on her back and leaned over her. As she reclined, he felt how her tit seemed to flow over her chest with its own weight. The wonders of a woman's body began to reveal themselves to him.
Billy pressed the twitching lump in his crotch against her hip, grinding it between their bodies with a rhythmic rocking of his body. Karen encircled him with her arms as she breathed hard and hotly through her nostrils.
The next step, it seemed to Billy's lust-addled brain, was to slip his hand under her jersey and get at her tits without the material of that garment in the way. As soon as he felt her bare skin under his fingertips, he knew how maddening it would be if she stopped him now, as every other girl he had ever necked with had. But she let him slip his hand over her naked tit without resisting. Her tit molded to his caressing hand.
"Ow, not so hard," Karen said. "That's it. Yeah ... m-m-m-m ..."
Billy would have felt foolish about having to be shown how to feel a girl up if he hadn't been in a mindless frenzy of passion. If she was willing to teach him how to squeeze a tit, she might be willing to teach him how to fill her cunt with his prick, too.
Suddenly, the boy was filled with the desire to see that prize he was holding so tightly in his hand. Lifting his face from Karen's, he pulled up her jersey. The glory of her ample tits was revealed. They were spectacular. Their ivory whiteness was set off by the dark-brown coins of puckered flesh that stood at their tips. In her supine position, the jugs were slightly flattened and sagging to the sides.
Billy watched how the flowing tits moved as he manipulated them. It seemed miraculous to him that such gorgeous things could be so common. After all, all girls had them. Yet he had never been allowed to hold and enjoy them before.
"Do you like my tits?" Karen asked.
"Oh, God. Yes. Yes," he said as he lowered his face to one of her tits.
He felt his nose and chin sink into the softness as the stiff nipple met his lips. Sucking the little knot into his mouth, he reveled in the age-old pastime of tit-sucking.
"I Jove to have my tits sucked," Karen sighed. "M-m-m-m, harder. That's it. Suck me. Oh, suck me."
Her words added to the thrill, and drove Billy into sexual madness. He slobbered all over that creamy globe until his face was awash with his own saliva. Karen squirmed beneath him with a motion that Billy had never imagined a girl could move with.
She really did love it. That made it all the more exciting for him.
"Oh, Billy, you're so good. You suck me so well," Karen cooed.
The compliment went right to the boy's head. If this college girl thought he was a skillful tit-sucker, it must be true. Billy was given enough confidence to go for even more exciting territory. Moving his hard-working mouth from one tit to the other, he grabbed Karen's bare thigh and began sliding his fingers toward her crotch.
Her smooth skin slid under his fingers as he neared that coveted treasure. He could feel moist heat radiating from her cunt. He came to the hem of her shorts and kept going, tucking his fingers in a leg of the cut-off jeans.
Traveling another inch, his fingers bumped into her nylon-covered cunt. Her shorts were tight, so he didn't have much room to maneuver, but his fingers struggled to reach the gash that he knew was hiding in there.
"Uh-h-h," Karen grunted at the touch of his bluntly probing fingers. "Oh, Billy. Oh-h-h-h!"
His day had finally arrived, it seemed.
Billy could feel the plumpness of her cuntal mound. But the crack seemed out of his reach in those tight pants. He would have to go around the other way and unzip her shorts to get at the juicy mouth of her cunt.
When Karen felt his hand move to the waistband of her shorts, fumbling to open them, she grabbed his hand with her own. Billy froze. Could she be turning him off now?
But he didn't give upi Even with Karen tugging at his hand, he kept trying to open her pants. Finally, the snap gave, the zipper spread, and her belly was available to his exploring hand.
"Billy, stop. Somebody might see us."
It wasn't likely that they would be seen in the grass behind the boat, but Billy was willing to humor her.
"Let's go into the bushes," he gasped, his hand still in her pants.
"Okay," Karen said. "But take it easy. Someone might think you're raping me."
Karen snapped her shorts closed, stood, and wandered nonchalantly into the bushes. Trying to act as cool as she, Billy stumbled after her.
When he caught up with her in the privacy of the dense foliage, he grabbed her and tried to stuff his hand into her pants again. She didn't stop him. As they stood there kissing, Billy felt his fingers comb through her pubic hair as he filled his hand with her luscious cunt.
The lips of her gash seemed loose and wet, ready to admit his prying fingers. Billy couldn't control himself. He knew he was being clumsy, but he just had to feel the mysterious interior of that pussy-that cave that would soon hug his prick.
"M-m-m-m-m," Karen -hummed with her mouth full of his tongue.
He curled a finger into her cunt.
He thrilled at the wetness, realizing that his hands and mouth had excited her so her juice flowed. Not knowing his way around in a pussy, Billy blindly groped through the inner lips, marveling at the complexity of a girl's cunt. Then, finding the entrance to the deep well, he plunged his long middle finger up into her cunt.
Having a real live pussy impaled on his finger was almost too much for the boy. He swayed on his feet as though he were ready to keel over.
As Karen began sinking down, Billy followed. They were soon lying on the soft, leafy ground. Billy's finger moved energetically around within the confines of Karen's tight pussy sleeve. He explored every corner of that flowing tube, then retreated to the vestibule of her cunt. There, he examined the inner lips and clitoris.
When he felt the hard little kernel of Karen's clit, he gave it a squeeze and was amazed at the way she moaned with pleasure. That was an important lesson for the boy. There was so much more to learn, though.
He moved his fingers deeper into her crotch, past the gash of her pussy, and found her asshole. He was surprised to find how close it was to her cunthole.
Billy could tell that her pussy was ready for him. The juice had lubricated the whole area so he would only have to thrust his cock into her crotch and it would slide effortlessly up her tunnel. But he would have to get her pants off first.
He pulled his hand out of her pants, and grabbed them with both hands. When he felt them coming down, he knew a door to paradise was being opened for him.
"Billy," Karen said. "Do you ever jerk off?"
The last thing the boy wanted to talk about was his masturbatory habits. He wanted to fuck.
"Why do you ask?" he asked as he continued tugging at her shorts.
Suddenly, Karen grabbed his wrists, stopping him from getting her pants past her crotch. He could see the curly hair rising over the horizon of the waistband of her undies, and he was going into a fit of desperation to uncover that precious cunt.
"It's important," she said. "Now please, answer me."
"Sure I do. Everybody does. Don't you?"
"Well, let's jerk off together," she said.
"But I want to fuck you," Billy said.
"No," she said, and began to pull her pants back up-As much as he wanted to stick his prick up that juicy twat, he had to admit that it would be incredibly exciting to watch this chick jerking off. But could he do it in front of her? He always had jerked off in the privacy of his room or some other secret place. How could he grab his prick and pump it with this girl's eyes on him?
But he realized that he had no choice. Besides, if he didn't jerk off with her now, he would have to jerk off in private as soon as possible or suffer the horrors of blue balls. He was hotter than he'd ever been.
"Okay," he said.
Karen grasped her shorts. Billy let go of her and reached for his belt buckle. Unfastening it, he began to pull down his pants. As his pants came down, Karen began lowering hers. Billy felt foolish when his stiff prick sprung out and vibrated there in his lap. But the sight of Karen's emerging muff took his mind off his bashfulness.
"Wow, it's so big and fat," Karen said, staring at his cock.
Wiggling her hips to get her cut-offs over her ass, Karen bared her cunt. Billy's eyes burrowed into her fluffy brown hair, seeing her crack running out of sight between her thighs. His cock began jerking with even greater twitches as the sight, his first close-up look at a pussy, drove him wild.
Karen swiveled to face him and spread her legs. Billy gasped as he saw the total length of her cuntal slit. Beneath it, her asscheeks looked like fresh melons of some strange, exotic variety. Her slot was slightly opened from her excitement and her position there on the ground with her legs spread. Billy could see pink ridges of wet flesh within the lips.
"Well, I'm ready," Karen said.
"Yeah, me too," Billy said.
"Well, let's start, okay?"
Billy reached for his standing prick. As he wrapped his fist around it, Karen moved her hand to her hairy cunt. She inserted the tip of her middle finger into the top of her crack, then began moving it in a circular motion where Billy had discovered the little nut that made her moan.
Tugging his loose cock skin up, then letting it slide back into place, Billy could feel his balls lifting from their resting place between his thighs. That would give Karen something to ogle, he thought.
He- was surely getting an eyeful. As she wiggled her finger, Karen's chubby mound absorbed the motion. Billy could see how soft and pliable that fleshy delta was. He wished it were his finger in there, but he was having a great time anyhow.
"I love to do this," Karen said. "I do it all the time. Every night."'
"Yeah, me too," Billy said as he increased his pumping speed.
"You have a nice big prick, Billy," she said.
As she spoke, Billy noticed her face begin to take on the look of ecstasy he'd seen on his own face while jerking off in front of a mirror. Her slowly massaging finger was obviously having a profound effect on her, he realized. And pumping his prick with that pussy spread before him was bringing Billy close to spilling his load of cum.
"Oh-h-h-h, I think I'm coming," Karen moaned.
The sight of a pretty chick bringing herself off right in front of him seemed like a dream to the horny kid. He was ready to shoot a record load at her.
"Uh. Uh. I'm coming too," he grunted.
Karen had fallen back, resting on an elbow. Her legs were spread wide and her finger was moving rapidly around and up and down. Through her jersey, Billy could see her tits shaking with the motion of her desperate pussy-rubbing. Billy's fist was a blur on his cock.
Karen's energetic cunt-scrubbing caused her twat to open further, showing Billy the entrance to her cave. He concentrated on that dark opening as his cum burst from the tip of his cock.
Just as Karen closed her eyes and yelled with sexual rage, a silver bullet of jism flew toward her, falling on the ground between her spread legs. She opened her eyes in time to see the rest of the eruption.
Billy kept pumping cum from his prick as Karen trembled and shook with her orgasm. He never knew that a girl could be so devastated by coming, but she was in a greater frenzy than he.
As their rapture subsided, they pumped and rubbed slower until they were both lying still, staring at each other.
"I've never seen a girl jerk off before," Billy said. "It was great, but I still want to fuck you."
"Maybe some other time," Karen said. "But jerking off with you is fun. You shot a gallon."
She wiped her wet fingers on her belly, then pulled her shorts and undies on. Billy mopped up with his handkerchief. When they were dressed, it seemed that nothing had happened, and Billy wondered if he might have dreamed the whole thing.
But, just then, Karen sniffed her fingers and held them out to Billy's face. The odor of her juice was proof that he hadn't been dreaming. He grabbed her hand, held it to his mouth, and licked the flavor from it.
By the time they got back into the boat and began rowing, BiHy was as horny as ever. At least he had seen something he would never forget. And he had stuck his finger into a pussy. Surely, "his cock would get its chance soon..
Chapter Four
After his fun in the bushes with Karen, Billy was in a constant fit of desire. He called her several times during the following week, but she was never at home, or was busy. He was reduced to lying in bed, recalling the way her pussy had felt and how it had looked as she moved her finger around in it.
Ann noticed her son's lassitude. She wondered what he was doing up in his room every morning and evening, and why he was spending less time out in the garage with his car.
When Billy and Karen had come back from rowing the week before, Ann had the feeling that something had gone on between them, but she hadn't thought it had been anything that could change her son's behavior so much.
Meanwhile, Ann was feeling a stronger and stronger attraction to her son. She found herself doing things that could lead to a confrontation. But she always caught herself in time.
For example, once she stood naked in the hallway waiting for Billy to see her. As she stood there, with her cunt drooling, she could hear the boy rummaging around in the kitchen. Then his footsteps began to come toward her. At the very last second, she ducked into her room and jerked off with wild lust.
Once while passing her son's room, though, she heard his mattress creaking with the energetic rhythm of sex. The boy was jerking off, Ann realized.
Suddenly, Ann found herself in the grip of uncontrolled passion. She knew what she wanted and she was powerless to stop herself. She knocked on his door.
"What?" Billy yelled quickly, nervously.
Ann didn't know what to say. She knocked because she didn't want the kid to waste his jism. She wanted it. But what could she say?
"Um-m-m-m, I just wondered if you might want a sandwich," she said loudly. "I'm going to make myself one and I thought..."
"No thanks," Billy hollered.
Ann felt bad about interrupting Billy's masturbation. But she had a feeling that if things turned out as she hoped, the boy would be grateful.
"How about a piece of apple pie?" she said, stalling.
"No!" Billy yelled.
He was losing his patience, and it showed in his voice. Ann began to tremble. She knew what she had to do. And her unbelievable lust gave her the courage to do it.
As though she were watching a movie, she saw her hand reach for Billy's doorknob. Her fingers clutched it and turned. To catch him by surprise, she would have to act fast, she knew. And in another second, she was standing in his opened doorway.
Billy was obviously shocked to see his mother suddenly standing there looking at him. And Ann was even more shocked at the sight that she found.
BiHy was lying on his bed, naked and with a huge, hard cock in one hand. In his other hand was a magazine. And even from the doorway Ann could see a two-page spread of a naked chick, facing the camera with widespread legs.
Beside the masturbating boy lay a pair of Ann's undies, a pair she'd dropped into the laundry hamper that morning.
"Oh, Billy!" Ann gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ..."
"Get out!" the boy yelled.
"But..." Ann took a step toward the boy. She wanted to suck his prick so badly she could already feel the fat thing in her mouth.
"Get out!" Billy repeated with more volume.
He had hidden the magazine behind him, and was now trying to hide the pair of underpants under his covers.
Ann saw that there would be no use in trying anything at the moment. She retreated and closed the door. But the sight had its effect on her. She staggered to her room, cramming her hand into her pants even before she threw herself down on her bed.
Billy had a few bad moments. He was devoured by shame and humiliation. Jerking off was one thing, but he knew his mother saw that pair of her panties beside him. Luckily, he had dropped them there just before the door swung open-a second earlier would have allowed Ann to see him breathing in the funky odor of that little garment.
But Billy was surprised to find his shame short-lived. It was quickly adding to his excitement. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong. All kids jerk off. And so what if he was sniffing his mother's panties?
His prick had softened slightly, but now it was harder than ever. He reached for his mother's underpants again and lifted them to his face. Now he would jerk off with even more pleasure, he thought.
But as soon as he grabbed his prick again something stopped him. He froze. His ears perked up. There was a strange sound coming through his door.
Billy quietly scurried to the door and listened.
"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h," he heard as the groans filtered through his door.
Billy opened his door, and the sound immediately grew louder. It was coming from his mother's room. There could be no doubt what it meant.
Creeping down the hall, Billy listened to the moaning as his prick kept bobbing in front of him. He pressed his ear to his mother's door and listened. The situation was reversed, or at least it would be if he opened that door. And how could he resist?
Now it was Billy's turn to feast his eyes, and it was Ann's turn to feel the humiliation of being discovered while diddling her cunt.
Ann's slacks and undies were around her ankles as she lay on her back on the bed. With her knees bent and spread, her crotch gaped wide. Under her hand, Billy could see the open mouth of her cunt shining pinkly among the dark hair. One finger could be seen at the top of the cunt's slot.
Her other hand was hidden in her blouse, but it was obvious that she was fondling a tit.
But most surprising of all, she hadn't even stopped her exertions when the door opened. Even now, as mother and son stared at each other's naked bodies, Ann's finger wiggled and her body squirmed. And the noises that had attracted the boy in the first place were still pouring out of her mouth.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" she wailed. Billy, in a trance of horniness, began walking toward the woman. And still, Ann did nothing but continue her jerking off.
But as he reached the side of the bed Ann suddenly reached out to him. "Billy!" the woman gasped. "Mom," Billy said as he threw himself on top of her.
His mouth found his mother's and they kissed. The feeling of her kinky pubic hair under his cock and balls almost made him shoot his load.
But he wanted to feel that cunt swallow his prick. He began lifting his hips in an effort to thread the prick into that waiting twat. But he kept bouncing his prick between his mother's thighs or slipping it up over her stomach.
"Wait, wait," Ann said softly.
Billy felt his mother's hand between their crotches. She took his throbbing prick in a firm grip and pulled it to the right spot. Billy followed his mother's guiding hand until he felt the bliss of her cunt devouring him.
It was a more glorious sensation than he'd ever been able to imagine. His prick was bathed in heat, held by a tight but infinitely gentle grip, wrapped in the satin lining of her cunt. He was fucking.
His hips began to jerk, his prick slid back and forth. As he plowed that pussy, Billy groped at his mother's chest, filling his hands with her soft tits.
"Come on, sweetheart!" Ann cried. "Oh-h-h-h, fuck me!"
"Ah, ah, ah," Billy grunted.
Then he came. His jism exploded, sending reverberations through his body. His orgasm was like none he'd ever experienced.
As he felt his ecstasy draining away, he realized that his mother was still thrusting her hips beneath him. Billy tried to continue fucking, but his prick slipped out of her cunt.
"That's all right," Ann said. "Just relax."
Billy realized that he was acting like a bull in a china shop. His mother pushed him off her and onto the bed beside her. As he lay there looking up at the ceiling, he realized that he'd been fucked. But he hadn't been able to tell what it had felt like. It was all a blur.
But now his mother was doing something else.
And in the light of having spilled his load he could concentrate on what was happening. His mother had crawled down his body and was moving her hands around his cock and balls and on his belly and thighs.
"You have such a nice big prick, honey," Ann whispered.
Having his mother examining him like that was thrilling. Soon his prick was fully hard again. Ann took the shaft in her hand and felt its solid weight. And she felt it pulsing powerfully.
Billy looked down along his body to watch his mother playing with his cock. He was almost as homy as he had been when he first opened her door.
He heard tiny gasps in his throat as he saw his mother bring her face to his standing cock. Her mouth opened. Then he was treated to another fabulous sensation. Her mouth locked around his fat cockhead.
Billy tried to concentrate. He didn't want to forget how this felt. He wanted to be able to recall later the exact feeling of having his prick sucked.
He tried closing his eyes so the sight of his mother's face pierced by his prick wouldn't distract him from the sensation. He thought about how her tongue felt as it squirmed around under the head of his cock- He felt her teeth as they rested on the top and bottom of his shaft.
Billy could feel his mother's hand continuing to work even as she sucked him. One hand had taken up his balls and was holding them firmly. Her other hand was stroking his belly.
But most of all, Billy was aware of the incredible pleasure his mother was giving him. Once again his body was humming with intense sexual joy. He couldn't help pumping his hips, shoving his cock deep into his mother's throat.
Suddenly, Billy was feeling his mother's fingers tickling him under the balls. How long had she been doing that? he wondered. Was he losing track of what was happening again in a fit of bliss? He forced himself to concentrate on her fingers as they neared his asshole. He thought she was actually tickling that tight hole, but he couldn't be sure.
Billy began to fall into a spell of pleasure again. He couldn't fight it All he knew was that he was experiencing the most wonderful adventure of his life.
After having shot his load a few minutes before, Billy was in the perfect condition to enjoy a leisurely blowjob. And Ann was the perfect one to administer it. Although she hadn't come when Billy fucked her, she was willing to put off her pleasure. After all, after this sucking the boy would be ready to fuck her for all she was worth.
Billy looked down at his mother again. He could see how wide her mouth had to open to get his prick into it. Her head was moving slowly up and down as his cockhead slid over the soft wetness of her tongue.
Then his prick was bobbing in air again. His mother's saliva began to evaporate, cooling his prick.
"That tasted good," Ann said. "Spiced with your cum and my cunt juice."
Ann's words kept Billy climbing the heights of passion while she changed position. Billy watched his mother crawl up beside him. He watched her tits swinging as she moved. Remembering how those jugs had looked through the window as he peeked at her, he knew that he hadn't seen anything until now.
"Now we're going to do some more fucking," Ann said as she swung a leg over the boy's hip.
Billy saw her twat gape open, then lower over his prick. He felt his prick surrounded by the hot, wet satin again. Reaching up, he took her swinging tits into his hands. They weren't as firm as Karen's tits, but they were bigger.
Ann moved her hips up and down and in circles as her son's cock stirred her cunt. He held on to her tits, squeezing, lifting and kneading them.
This time, he was able to pay more attention to the feeling of his mother's pussy sliding over his cock. In all his masturbatory efforts, he had never come even close to this type of cock-stroking.
"Oh-h-h-h," Ann moaned.
Billy watched his mother's face as it began to register the joy she was feeling. The sounds kept increasing in volume as the speed of her hips increased. Billy writhed beneath his mother's bouncing body.
Now he began to feel his own face wrinkle up in passion. His prick was beginning to burn with ecstasy. And his mother's wanton behavior was filling him with excitement. Suddenly they were both coming. Their bodies jerked as they howled.
As their ecstasy melted, they pumped their hips slower, but didn't stop. It was as though they were afraid to face each other in the cool light of spent passion. But Billy's cock was softening, and Ann's cunt was getting too tender to take any more.
Finally, they lay still in a heap of limp flesh.
"Oh, Billy, that was so nice," Ann said, trying to keep the shame out of her voice.
"I never did this before, Mom. But I love it. It's great."
"Yes, it is. But you know a mother isn't supposed to fuck her son," Ann said. "We'll have to keep this a secret."
"Do you do this with Jim?" Billy asked.
"Yes, of course."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"No, no, he must never know. Never. Promise you won't say anything to him, ever. Or to Karen, .or to anybody."
"I promise, Mom. I won't tell a soul. But can we do it again sometime?"
"I don't know, honey," she said. "We'll have to see. Now leave me alone. I have things to think over."
As he left her room, Billy wondered what she had to think over. But then his mind began to focus on his good fortune. He lay down in his bed. He had gotten fucked; his dream had come true. And he couldn't have found a more beautiful, or sexier chick. Fucking had been better than he ever imagined. And while the memory was still alive, he replayed the whole experience in his mind a few times. He fell asleep with his mother's image in his eyes and her odor in his nostrils.
Ann didn't find the peace her son had. She lay awake, thinking about her perversion and how it would effect her relationship with Jim. She still hadn't given him an answer on his proposal, and now she felt even further from making up her mind.
She could, it seemed, have a wonderful sexual life with her son. That would mean sinking into a morass of depravity, though. Marrying Jim would pull her back into the normal world of civilized society. But she wasn't sure if that was what she wanted. She was more confused than ever, but one thing was clear. She was already eager to get her hands on the boy in the next room again.
Chapter Five
"You've been acting strange all evening," Jim said. "Is anything wrong?"
Ann knew that she'd been acting peculiar but what else could be expected the evening after she'd entered the realm of the sexual underground? She couldn't forget the perverted scene in her bedroom the night before, or the way her son's fucking had thrilled" her.
"It's just that I've been busy lately," she said.
"And you haven't wanted to talk about my proposal. What does that mean?"
"Only that I still need time," Ann said.
She wondered what Jim would think about her incestuous behavior. He would probably take back his proposal. Ann wanted to forget Billy, at least for the time being, but there was only one way to get him out of her mind; fuck the memory away.
"Let's go to bed, Jim, I need to feel you inside me."
Karen was out on a date. With Billy and Karen around they didn't have much privacy, so Ann wanted to take advantage of their being alone. She rested her head on Jim's shoulder, and he put an arm around her.
"I want to get married, Ann," he said. "If you won't marry me, I'll have to find someone who will."
"Oh, please, Jim. Don't give me any ultimatums. Not now. I want to fuck. I need it, baby, now."
As she begged for his cock, she reached into his lap and rubbed his prick to erection. Then, slithering down into his lap, she unzipped his fly, pulled the throbbing monster out, and kissed it. That hot, taut knob touching her lips made her pant. If she didn't get fucked soon, she would have to take matters into her own hands.
While sucking Jim's fat prick, she felt him give in to her desire. He was forgetting everything but her. Ann could tell by the way he began wiggling his hips. She would feel his prick in her very soon. With her mouth moving up and down on his cock,
Ann was giving him all the encouragement she could.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Jim finally said.
His words released a flood of pent-up passion in Ann. She pulled her mouth from his cock and sat up. Taking Jim by the hands, she pulled him to his feet and led him to the bedroom, where she immediately began undressing. She was going to fuck him as she never had before.
Jim saw Ann's increased horniness in the way she took off her clothes. With her eyes on him, she peeled off her dress like a snake shedding its skin. When her tits were naked, she grabbed them, squeezing the pliable flesh through her fingers. The sight of her handling herself like that made Jim eager to get his hands on those tits.
Then Ann slid out of her panties, put one foot up on the bed so her pussy crack shone pinkly through her curls, and wrapped her hands around the tops of her thighs, framing her cuntal mound.
"My pussy is starving for you, honey," she said.
"Well here it comes," Jim said, stepping toward her and slipping his prick beneath her gaping cunt. Holding his cock by the base, he moved the wide head under her drooling snatch, feeling hot syrup ooze over it. Then he pushed until he felt the split bottom of her ass bump his cock tip.
"Suck my tits," Ann gasped, holding them up toward his face.
Jim ducked his head and obeyed. As his prick jerked in her crotch, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and bathed it in his hot saliva. Sucking harder and harder, Jim leaned against Ann, pushing her back onto the bed.
"Here, sweety, move this way," Ann said, maneuvering him around on the bed.
Then, with him on his back, she threw a leg over his face and squatted over him, her head poised over his cock in the classic sixty-nine position.
With the base of his prick in one hand and his balls in the other, she kissed his cockhead again. He probed her gash with his tongue. Usually, Ann preferred sucking in turn, but now she was too hungry. She had to have that cock in her mouth, but she couldn't wait to get her pussy sucked.
As she lowered her face, sending the cock deep into her throat, Jim began covering her cunt with broad laps of his tongue. Then she felt his face press into her crotch as he reached up her cunt tube with his long, strong tongue.
His hands were separating her asscheeks because he liked to look at her asshole while he ate her cunt.
Ann encircled Jim's hips with her hands, sliding them under his ass and moving her fingers to his crack. Then she tickled closer to his asshole. Meanwhile, her tongue was working hard to stir ecstasy into that mass of throbbing cock in her mouth.
Bobbing her head, she forced the prick back and forth in her throat. Her fingers were advancing on his asshole until they were lined up at the puckered rim.
Hoping to have his ass penetrated by a slender finger, Jim brought one of his own fingers to the asshole that was only a few inches above his nose. He pressed it to the center of that tight aperture until it began to sink in. Watching cross-eyed, he saw her asshole admit his finger and squeeze it tight.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m," Ann moaned around the cock in her mouth.
With her own ass pierced, Ann readily wiggled a finger up Jim's ass. With their fingers in each other's asses and their mouths working on each other's genitals, they began to lift off to the heights of sexual rapture.
Ann knew that she could bring Jim off in her mouth, give him a short rest, and count on him to fuck her blind. She kept her head bobbing and his prick sliding. She was nearing an orgasm, and by the sudden jerks of his cock, she could tell he was too.
Closing her throat with the back of her tongue, she prepared to receive a charge of jism. Her climax mounted to her brain with explosive force, but just as she wanted to cry out, a bullet of cum shot into her mouth.
The searing heat of that first shot of jism seemed to trigger her orgasm, so she felt her mouth fill with Jim's cum while in the grip of joy.
Her raging orgasm made it impossible for her to drink the precious fluid. Most of it oozed down Jim's prick into his pubic hair. But as soon as she regained control of herself, she licked up every drop of the sticky discharge.
Ann had to pull her cunt away from Jim's constantly lapping tongue when her climax left the soaking gash too tender. They pulled their fingers out of each other's asses. Then Ann slowly swiveled around beside Jim.
"That was fabulous," Jim said. "You get better allthe time at that"
"Ummm, I've only begun to fuck," Ann cooed.
It was true. Her passion was still raging. Holding Jim's limp prick so she would know when it began to grow again, she snuggled up to him, pressing her twat against his hip. She spread the lips of her cunt over the bony ridge of his pelvis and began to rock her hips.
Jim smiled slightly as he felt that hot cleft on his hip. He loved Ann's uninhibited way of finding pleasure no matter what the circumstances.
As she ground her clit on him, she leaned over to kiss him, and they tasted the juice of their first orgasm in each other's saliva.
Since she was getting a head start, Ann would have her second climax before him. That was all right, though, because she was capable of countless orgasms, and it would take quite a few to satisfy her lust.
"I'm going to come again," Ann said. "Oh, sweety, Oh-h-h-h!"
"Will this help?" Jim asked as he reached around her hips.
He slipped a finger up her cunt from the back as she continued grinding her clit on his hip. rFhen he wiggled it wildly and watched pleasure contort her face.
"Yes, ummmm, yes," Ann moaned.
"Oh-h-h-h... oh-h-h-h-h!"
"I love to watch you come," Jim said.
"And I love to c-come. E-e-e-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!"
Jim kept his finger moving in her cunt, feeling the contractions that always accompanied her orgasms. His prick was getting hard again.
After letting her climax run its course, Ann quieted down, but her hips kept moving.
"I can't stop," she said. "I just can't get enough."
She climbed onto Jim, straddling his hips, and brought his prick to her crack. It wasn't quite stiff enough yet to penetrate her, so she merely held it in her hands and rubbed it over her spread gash.
Folding a pillow under his head, Jim could watch her scrub her twat with his semi-stiff cock. An amazing sight. He saw the wet, pink lips slither over his cock and the tiny bud of her clit press into the soft head. Lifting his gaze, he watched her tits jump and sway with her desperate wiggling.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come again," she said with a trembling voice.
Jim's cock stiffened a bit more as Ann's cunt bore down on it during her third climax. In fact, she was able to stick it up her pussy just as the orgasm subsided. Now Jim was getting ready to have another go at it. Ann felt his erect prick twitching inside her, so she began all over again, this time moving her hips up and down.
"I could keep this up all night," she said. "I want to fuck forever."
"That's okay with me," Jim said.
He reached up to take her bouncing tits in his hands, but Ann caught one of them and pulled it to her cunt. Jim knew what she wanted. He inserted his thumb between his pubic patch and the cunt resting on it until he felt the kernel of her clit. As soon as he began rubbing that nut, Ann's body increased its frenetic movements.
"Q-o-o-o-o, oh-h-h-h-h," she groaned as Jim's huge cock churned in and out of her tight, flowing cunt.
Feeling his cock once again sliding hi her cunt, Jim knew he was in for a very nice treat. His second orgasms were always dynamite. It took a while to get him there, but neither of them was in a hurry. And every stroke of that cunt lining over his prick lifted both of them a little higher toward their goal.
Ann's body was covered with a gloss of perspiration. Her hair was stuck to her wet forehead and neck, and her breath was coming from deep in her chest.
"Are you getting there?" she asked.
"Yeah, slowly. It's beginning to feel real good, baby."
"My cunt is so tender, so sensitive now. And your prick is so fat. Um-m-m-m,"
Jim could see his cock shaft sliding into her cunt. It would appear, wet and shining, then the furry muff would descend and his cock would disappear again.
"Oh, I seem to be getting closer, but in slow motion," Jim said. "It feels great, baby! Uh-h-h!"
That pussy was indeed stroking bliss into Jim's prick, turning it into a fiery wand, burning with the ecstasy which was spreading through him. The constant flow of Ann's cunt juice was seeping down his shaft, through his hair, and into his crotch.
Ann's hips began speeding up, and Jim pumped his hips too. He sent his cock deeper and more furiously into her cunt. Their voices were mingling and rising in a babble of sexual chanting.
In their fit of passion, they didn't hear the front door open and close. But Karen, who had just walked in, couldn't miss the sound of fucking. She stood inside the front door, frozen with amazement. Could that be her own father making that noise and coaxing lascivious moans from Ann?
Although Karen had just done some heavy petting with her date, her cunt was flowing more copiously now than it had all evening.
She began moving toward the voices, pressing her hand to the crotch of her jeans. As she neared the top of the stairs, she saw that her father's door was wide open. She trembled as she thought of the sight that awaited her.
The sight of Ann astride her father and bouncing for all she was worth filled the young girl with outrageous lust. Their cries of pleasure shook her to the bone. This was fucking in all its splendor, she realized.
Despite her college-girl talk, Karen had never been fucked. She always limited her sex to mutual masturbation, or she would jerk a guy off, but so far, she had never let a prick into her cunt. Now, though, with the image of her father sticking his cock up Ann's twat and Ann's incredible pleasure, she was getting eager to give it a try.
She slipped her hand into her pants. Her finger wedged into her cunt and began diddling her clit as she witnessed Ann's performance.
As the the moans and groans reached their peak, Karen was coming too. Then, as her father and Arm stopped their bouncing, Karen lowered herself below the horizon of the top stair and crept down to the first floor. She was shaken, but thrilled. And she decided to get her cunt around a pumping prick as soon as she could.
Chapter Six
For a few days following their first fuck, Billy and Ann seemed to have forgotten about the incident. But that was only an illusion.
They were both thinking about it constantly and wondering when it was going to happen again. Neither of them mentioned it, though, and they were both worried that the other had decided not to repeat the perverted performance.
Billy was watching his mother's body more closely and with more lust than ever before. Finally, he had to try for that body again. While Ann was washing the dinner dishes, he walked up to her, took her by the arm, and pulled her to him.
"Mom, let's do it again," he said as he pressed his hard crotch to her belly.
Ann remained silent. She let her body rest against her son, warming him with the heat of her tits. Then she turned her face up to his in an unmistakable invitation to kiss. Billy covered her mouth with his own and shot his tongue between her lips.
The sudden presence of his tongue in her mouth seemed to trigger something in Ann. She threw her arms around the boy and began sucking his tongue greedily. Her hands, wet with hot water and detergent, dug into the tough muscles of his shoulders.
Billy was so thrilled at the prospect of getting another chance to fuck this wonderful woman, he almost made her faint by squeezing the breath out of her.
"Let's go to your room," Ann said into her son's ear.
Billy crouched down suddenly to adjust the hard-on in his pants, then followed his mother's swishing ass. He could tell by her quick pace that she was as eager as he.
As soon as they were in his room, Ann turned to face her son. She began pulling off her clothes. Billy followed her example. When he saw her tits spill out of her blouse, he heard himself gasp hoarsely.
He was getting so excited he could hardly control his fingers enough to undress.
The sight of his mother's tits hanging from her chest as she pulled down her slacks had the same powerful effect on him as it had the first time. When she stood, her cunt was naked and all his.
"Oh, Billy," Ann sighed as she saw her boy's prick standing from his crotch. "I don't know why you turn me on more than any other man, but you do."
Her words made Billy feel like a champion stud. He went to his mother, took her in his arms, and kissed her again. With her hot, soft body against his, Billy realized that he had everything a boy could want. As they kissed, they moved closer to the bed, then fell onto it. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies.
Now that Billy wasn't a rank beginner any longer, his fingers moved to his mother's crotch with more confidence than before. Before dipping into her cunt, he lingered at the fat lips, examining the mound.
Then, slowly, he began to follow the cleft from corner to corner with his fingertips. It seemed that the slot was spreading by itself as he played with it. Hot juice seeped out of her cunt.
Billy felt his throbbing cock surrounded by slender, skillful fingers. His mother held him by his cock and tickled the underside of the bloated head.
Ann rolled Billy over on his back. She took her mouth from his, and began kissing her way down his body. Remembering the sensation of having his prick sucked the last time made Billy shiver with anticipation. He could feel his mother's jugs moving down his stomach.
Looking down, Billy saw her rub a stiff nipple over his cock. The big tit lay on his balls, then Ann wrapped his cock between her tits like a hot dog in a bun. Billy could see the tip of his prick peeking out from the mammoth breasts, and he felt the incomparable thrill of that treat.
Ann moved down a bit farther, bringing her mouth to the towering cock. With an expression of lust, she moved her face to the twitching thing until it tapped against her mouth. Opening her mouth, her tongue came into contact with the taut skin of his cockhead. Billy cringed in pleasure as she took his prick into her mouth.
With his mother curled up between his legs, and her mouth around his cock, Billy lay in a fever of passion.
"Mom, oh, Mom!" he gasped. "God, I love it. Oh-h-h-h!"
Ann carefully pressed her face forward, forcing his prick deep into her throat. But she didn't bob her head, and Billy knew that she wasn't going to bring him off in her mouth. He wondered what she had in mind.
With his cock tip lying on her tongue, Ann tightened her mouth around it, then opened her mouth wider and ran her tongue around the fat knob. After giving her son several moments in heaven, she lifted her mouth from his cock.
Feeling his prick cool as her saliva evaporated, Billy waited to see what the woman would do next.
"I want you to do something very special," Ann said as she crawled up beside the boy.
Billy watched as his mother was making herself comfortable beside him. She leaned her head and shoulders against the headboard of the bed and arranged her legs in a wide circle. He could see her hairy crotch spread open.
"I want you to eat me, honey," she said. "Will you do it?"
Billy's face burned. He had dreamed about sticking his face into a cunt and licking the soaking interior. Now, however, when he was given the chance, he felt paralyzed. Of course, he wouldn't turn down any request his mother might make, but he would have to get used to the idea first.
"Yeah, sure," he said.
He slowly began moving into position. When he saw that smiling, toothless mouth between his mother's legs, he felt a dizzy rush of excitement.
The pussy was shining with the slippery juice which he could see gleaming in the slot. Her hair was bristling on either side of that slice, and her ass was peeking out with its twin curves below.
"I know you can do it," Ann said. "There's nothing a woman loves more than having her cunt eaten."
His mother's words seemed to come from far away as Billy saw that pussy coming closer to his face. The hot odor of fresh love juice entered his nostrils, increasing his already overpowering lust. When his nose was a few inches from that swampy cunt, Billy could see the delicate inner lips that guarded the entrance to her cunt.
His fingers went to the cunt before his mouth arrived. He spread the gash. The flower of his mother's cunt opened for him, showing him every fold and crease in it. Then, when he felt her hair tickling his nose, he stuck out his tongue.
The flavor of simmering pussy juice was a shock, but after a few seconds he got used to the taste and began to like it. After all, it was the essence of sex. Billy began probing and licking, slowly at first, but soon he was applying his tongue with eager strokes. "Oh-h-h-h, that's it, sweetheart," Ann cooed. "Yes, m-m-m-m..."
Billy pressed his face into that slippery wetness until the lips of her cunt were spread over his face. Juice ran down his chin. He sent his tongue exploring up his mother's drooling cave, then around the perimeter of its entrance, and finally to her clit. He felt the little bud and fluttered his tongue over it. Ann shook so violently the bed squeaked.
"Oh, Billy, yeah, right there! Suck it!" she moaned. "I knew you could do it. I knew it. Ow-w-w-w-w! Oh-h-h-h!"
Billy forced his mother's thighs wider apart, opening her gash even more so he could reach higher up her cunt tube. He could feel that narrow passage contracting on his tongue as if it were trying to tell him how his lapping was affecting it.
"Now, suck my clit, that little bud," Ann instructed breathlessly. "Yeah-h-h-h. That's right. Oh-h-h God! Oh-h-h! I love it!"
Ann's hips began pumping and wiggling back and forth, so Billy had to hold on to her thighs to keep his face buried in her cunt. His tongue was beginning to ache with his efforts, but he didn't mind. As long as that woman was moaning and gasping in sexual joy, he was willing to do anything for her.
"Billy, you're making me come. Oh, honey, you're really doing it to me. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
A few days before Billy had been a virgin. Now he had a climaxing pussy spread over his face. He knew he had come a long way. And it was better than anything that had ever happened to him.
"Oh-h-h-h, I'm coming! Oh-h-h-h-h-oh-h-h-h-h!
Oh-h-h-h!"
As Ann's voice rose in desperate howls of insane bliss, Billy kept his tongue hard at work. Then Ann wiggled out of his grasp, pulling her cunt away from him.
"T-that's enough! Oh, I can't take any more!"
she gasped.
Billy lifted his head and looked at the woman whose pussy he had ravaged. He wouldn't have recognized her. She was covered with sweat, her chest was heaving with deep breaths, and her face wore an expression that Billy had never seen before.
Billy moved forward, bringing his prick to that sloppy gash. Pushing his cockhead down toward it with his hand, he felt the searing heat of the cunt bathe it. Then he moved his cock around in that gooey swamp, found the entrance, and threaded his prick through it.
As he watched his cock sink into the cave, his mother moaned and reached out for him.
"Yeah, fuck me," she moaned.
Billy felt her grab him with strong fingers and pull him down on her.
"Mom, eating you was great, and fucking you is even better. I can't believe how good all this is," he said into her ear.
"It is good," Ann said. "It's wonderful, beautiful."
Billy lifted and dropped his hips, pumping his prick into that tunnel he had just reamed with his tongue. Since he was already on the verge of coming, it didn't take him long to fill that cunt with a huge load of jism.
"Oh-h-h! Uh-h-h!" Billy grunted with orgasmic glee.
"I can feel you coming, baby. I can feel you shooting into me."
When Billy ran out of cream, he stopped pumping and relaxed on the soft body beneath him. He concentrated on his spent cock lying in the hot grip of his mother's cunt while she ran her long fingernails along his sides.
The telephone rang in the kitchen, bringing the incestuous couple back to earth. Although Billy would have preferred to ignore the phone, he felt his mother tap his shoulder, telling him to let her up. Reluctantly, he rolled off her. Ann hopped off the bed and hurried out of the room with Billy watching her ass quiver and sway.
Since he couldn't help thinking it was Jim on the phone, he felt jealous and resentful toward his mother for making him abandon her body. But, just after he heard his mother sing a sweet hello into the phone, she called to him.
Billy trotted to the phone just as eagerly as Ann had. Ann handed him the phone and left the room.
When Billy heard Karen's voice his cock began to get hard again.
"My father is letting me use the car tomorrow afternoon, and I wondered if you would like to go for a ride," she said.
"Sure," Billy said.
She asked him if he would be ready by noon. He said he would be, and they said good-bye.
"That sounded like Karen on the phone," Ann said when Billy found her back in his bed.
"Yeah, it was," he said. "She wants me to go for a ride with her tomorrow."
"Well, good luck with her," Ann said. "She looks like a hot chick."
"Oh, Mom," Billy giggled. "You're great. You really are."
Billy climbed on her body again and kissed her.
As her son began ravaging her agin, Ann thought about Billy and Karen. She really wanted her son to get somewhere with the girl, but she didn't know why. Although she knew that Jim wanted his daughter to remain innocent, she didn't know why she wanted the opposite. Why should she oppose the man who loved her? And why was she keeping Jim waiting for an answer to his proposal?
Chapter Seven
Billy kept looking out the window for Karen even though he tried not to. After all, he didn't need her now-he was getting what he wanted from his mother. But going for a ride with a beautiful girl who was a couple years older than him was an exciting prospect. And there was always the chance she might want to fuck him.
When he saw her drive up, he felt like running out to meet her. But now that his recent experience with his mother had freed him from his continual horniness, he could wait for her to ring the bell.
"Hi," he said as he opened the door.
The sight of Karen in her tight jersey and jeans made the boy long to kiss and feel her again, but he was determined to play it cool.
"All ready?" she asked.
"Yup," Billy said, stepping out of the house.
Karen had the top down on her father's new car. It was a beautiful day, perfect top-down weather. Billy hoped they would pass some of his friends in the neighborhood so he would be seen in his glory.
"Where shall we go?" Karen asked.
Billy immediately began thinking of a place where they could do some necking. He didn't want to be obvious about it though. He made a few suggestions.
"The beach sounds good," Karen agreed. "The water will still be too cold for swimming but it will be fun lying on the sand."
As she said that, she gave Billy a meaningful look. He merely nodded blankly. Looking at the profile of Karen's tits, he was careful not to get caught. Keep cool, he kept telling himself. But he was imagining the warmth of her wide ass on the car seat.
The image of her lying before him, her legs spread and her finger in her pussy as she had been the last time they were alone, stuck in his mind.
Although Billy's prick was stiff and his heart was pounding, he was determined not to jerk off with the girl again. If she wanted to play, she would have to do it his way. If she didn't, he would go home and fuck his mother.
"How's your summer going?" Karen asked.
Billy would have loved to tell her that it was the most fabulous time of his life, the time of his first sexual experience. But, naturally, he couldn't tell her about his affair with his mother, so he said. "Great. I'm getting a lot of work done on my car, I should be driving to school in the fall. How's your summer going?"
"Good,"she said. "I'm doing a lot of reading. I'm reading books that will give me a head start on next year's English courses."
What an awful way to spend a summer, Billy thought. Why isn't she out fucking?
"Your mother was over at my house a few days ago," Karen said.
Hearing of his mother made Billy's ears turn red. He hoped Karen wouldn't notice.
"She didn't see me though," Karen said, and gave Billy a sly glance. "I came home from a date and found her and my dad in his room. And you can guess what they were doing."
"How do you know what they were doing?" Billy asked.
"How could I have missed it? As soon as I walked in, I could hear them going at it," Karen aaid.
She smiled at Billy. Why was she telling him this? he wondered. He knew that his mother was fucking Jim, but he didn't really want to hear about it. Although, hearing Karen tell it was giving him a rush of excitement.
"And I didn't just hear them. I saw them, too." Billy couldn't take his eyes from the girl as he waited to hear more.
"I went up the stairs and saw that my father's door was open. Your mother was riding my dad like a horse. Her tits were bouncing like basketballs. She has a nice body, you know?"
Could Karen know about his fucking his mother? Billy wondered. Why else would she be telling him this? Maybe to turn him on? Now, rather than feeling like the stud he thought he was, Billy felt like a confused virgin again.
Karen's story was turning him into a horny mass of jelly. He was ready to throw himself at her feet and beg her to fuck him.
The car hit a bump, causing Karen's tits to shake just as he knew his mother's had when she was riding Jim's prick. Billy was waiting for the rest of the story, but Karen was silent. He couldn't help asking what happened next.
"She came. So did my father. I never saw a face like your mother made as she came. And the sounds-God!"
How well Billy knew. But, still, hearing about it from this sexy young chick was making him uncontrollably horny.
"I could see my dad's prick, too, as it slid into your mom's cunt."
If Billy had had his wits about him, he would have asked the girl what she did while watching the scene, but he was too excited to think of it. He was hoping she was telling him all this to turn him on. If so, it was working.
All pretense was gone. Billy slid over to Karen, reached out to rest his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Let's do it, Karen, let's fuck."
She looked at him with a peculiar look on her face. She wasn't going to tease him, Billy could tell. It seemed that she was asking for some encouragement. He slid closer.
"Come on, Karen," he said. "Remember how much fun it was jerking off together? Well, this will be even better. Come on. Let's go back to my house. No one's home."
Without saying a word, Karen turned off the highway, drove around a block, and hit the highway again, going in the opposite direction.
Billy was beside himself with excitement. This gorgeous girl was going to let him fuck her; the second girl he had conquered in one week.
It seemed to take hours to drive back the short distance, but they finally pulled into the drive at Billy's house. As they got out of the car, Billy watched Karen's body move in her tight clothes, realizing that she would soon be naked.
As they walked into the house, Billy took Karen's hand and kissed her. It was strange kissing a girl who was slightly taller than he. Her tits poked him high on his chest. After a little tongue-wrestling, he led her to the couch where he could maneuver better.
Billy took a firm tit into his hand, kneading the pliant flesh. He slipped his tongue into her mouth again. Karen was thinner than his mother, her tits were firmer, and she tasted different. Billy was learning how exciting variety could be.
Karen seemed slightly nervous even though she hadn't seemed nervous at all the first time they necked. Could it be because they were going to fuck this time? Billy wondered. He didn't dare imagine that she was a virgin. After all, she was a college girl. If he wasn't a virgin any longer, she must have had some fucking experience too, he reasoned.
Billy slipped his hand under her jersey, recapturing her tit without the obstacle of the jersey in the way. Being used to his mother's breasts, Karen's seemed incredibly firm, almost hard. Her nipples seemed harder too, as they gathered into tough knots.
He took his mouth from hers, lifted her jersey, and looked down at those mounds of creamy flesh.
He dropped his face on one of them, landing with his open mouth around a nipple.
"Let's take our clothes off," he said when he lifted his head from that suffocating mound. ,
Karen grabbed the hem of her jersey, lifting it over her head. Billy did likewise. Then they stood to shed their pants. Kicking off their shoes, they kept their eyes on one another as they pulled down the layer of clothing that hid their eager organs.
Soon Billy felt his cock reaching out toward the naked girl and felt her hungry gaze on it as he stared at her cunt. Now he could see the difference between this pussy and his mother's. Karen's hair was fluffier, sparser, lighter brown. It made her cunt look softer. Remembering how his mother's pubic hair had bristled on his face when he ate her, Billy wondered how Karen's hair would feel.
Kareen reached out, taking Billy's jerking cock into her hand.
"It sure is jerking around, isn't it?" Karen said.
Billy reached for her pussy. Wrapping his fingers around that soft curve, he felt the yielding lips and noticed that her hair was damp. His other hand raised to one protruding tit and grabbed it.
"You really are beautiful, Karen," he said. "I've always wanted to fuck you."
"Billy, have you ever fucked before? I mean, really fucked?"
Billy didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say he was a virgin, but he didn't want to talk about his past experience either, remembering his mother telling him to keep their secret. But he didn't want to say he was a virgin when he wasn't.
"Yes," he said. "Have you?"
He was afraid it was a dumb question, and he hoped she wouldn't be offended. But her answer surprised him.
"No, not really. I mean, I almost have. I've done everything else."
The news that this college chick with all her big talk was a virgin surprised Billy and made him feel! very confident. He was going to teach her a thing or two.
"When I saw my father fucking your mother, I decided to try it. Oh, Billy, it looked so exciting."
As she spoke, Billy bent a finger into her twat He felt her hand tighten on his prick. Their bodies leaned together; their mouths collided. They sar' back down on the couch without letting go of eacl other. Billy had his finger reaching high up her cunt, marveling at the wet silkiness of that chamber. Karen was squeezing his prick tip like the bulb of a horn.
"Let's lie down," Billy suggested.
The girl's naked body felt so good against hid Billy knew that there could be no substitute.
"Get in, Billy. Stick it in me." . Ordinarily those words would have resulted immediate action. But now Billy was determined to show this chick all his skill. Also, it was a rare treat to keep a horny girl waiting.
"What's the hurry?" he asked. "There's so much I want to do to you first."
"W-what?"
Her ignorance amazed Billy. In answer to her question, he began sliding down her body. As Karen trembled slightly in anticipation, Billy gobbled up one stiff nipple. He stuffed his mouth with the firm bulk of that breast, pressing the erect button at its tip with his tongue.
He didn't linger long at those tits, not with her tender, young cunt waiting. Moving lower, he felt the girl shake down to her soul.
"Do you like to have your cunt eaten?" he asked, lifting his face from her belly where he was nibbling her smooth skin.
"I-I don't know," she said. "No one has ever done it to me."
Billy was appreciating his mother's instruction more and more. He pried Karen's thighs apart and crawled over one leg so he was surrounded by her legs arid crotch. Stroking the hairy mound with his fingers, he breathed in the heavy fragrance and studied the inviting slice.
Then he lowered his face to that slot and filled it with his tongue. Karen spread her legs wider as she .felt the wonderful sensation of a hot tongue licking her cunt.
"Ah-h-h, shit, Billy! Oh, yeah! Oh-h-h-h-h!"
Billy looked over her belly to her face. She was wearing the same expression she wore when they had jerked off together, but this time Billy had the satisfaction of knowing it was his tongue that caused such obvious ecstasy. And he was rewarded with the thrill of eating that kinky piece of fruit.
Billy could feel with his tongue that her cunt was tighter than his motherY He knew it would be heaven to have his prick sunk in it. But now he was concentrating on doing a good lapping job. His tongue traveled all over that spread pussy. Karen's body seemed to react most passionately when he touched her clit with his fluttering tongue tip, so after each trip around the slippery inner lips, he would come back to that little bud.
Karen began trembling in what could only have been the prelude to an orgasm. Her hips were pumping as though there were a cock up her snatch, and her voice was rising in wanton cries. When Billy saw her tits shaking on her chest he reached up and took them into a tight grasp.
"Oh, I never felt anything so-so-ah-h-h-i-h ah-h-h-h! Oh, Billy. Yeah-h-h-h," Karen moaned.
Billy was amazed at the way her lithe body twisted and writhed under his tongue-lashing. His mother hadn't moved so crazily when she had taught him this valuable technique. Billy thought he'd better ease off her clit before the girl lost her mind.
"No! Don't stop! God, don't stop!" she howled. "Doit, doit!"
But Billy didn't want to suck her pussy any more. He was too eager to get his prick up that oozing cunt.
Crawling up over the twisting body of the lust-crazed chick, he brought his prick to the junction of her thighs and that soaking gash. If Karen had any second thoughts about fucking, she was in no condition to refuse admittance to her cunt now-she had to feel her orgasm blossom into full flower.
Holding her legs wide open, she waited for the feeling of fullness that cock would give her. Billy lowered his body on hers. Stabbing at her cunt, he tried to pieceed Holding her legs wide open, she waited for the feeling of fullness that the cock would give her. Billy lowered his body on hers. Stabbing at her cunt, he tried to pierce that deep mouth.
"Come on, Billy. Get it in," Karen panted.
His twitching cock was poking at her mound, slipping below her pussy to the asscheeks beneath, and slipping up over her stomach. He couldn't seem to get it in the right spot. Would he need his mother's help every time he tried to get fucked? he wondered.
Billy had wanted to show this chick the splendors of fucking, but now he was afraid he wasn't going to be able to thread the needle. With a great effort, he stopped his desperate lunging, reached into her crotch, and guided his cock to the juicy aperture that he could feel with his fingers.
"Oh, that's it, that's it," Karen murmured as she felt the swollen prick touch the center of her cuntai mouth.
But as he pushed his glans between the lips, Karen tensed her body.
"Ow, Billy, I think it's too big," she groaned. "Oh, it hurts."
Billy eased up on his cock, but didn't stop. He gave her cunt a chance to stretch enough to accommodate him. Slowly, he kept his prick moving forward into that tight chamber.
"Oh-h-h! Ow-w-w-w! Ah-h-h-h-h!" Karen moaned. "Oh, now it feels better! Yeah! Oh-h-h-h-h!"
Billy lowered his hips, maneuvering carefully and feeling the glory of her tight pussy-tunnel sliding hotly over his prick. They both began to moan with the extreme pleasure of the connection.
Billy had stopped to appreciate the tight fit of her twat on his pecker, but her desperate pleading reminded him that Karen had been ready to come when he was lapping her.
Now she was in a wild Fit of passion. Without wasting another second, he began fucking her hard and fast.
"You're right, Billy," she said breathlessly. "This is b-better than j-jerking off. T-this is better than, than anything."
As Billy released his full force on her pussy, Karen pumped her hips too. Their bellies slapped together with each thrust. And every time the prick filled her, she moaned.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" she cried.
"Oh, Karen, your cunt is so ... so tight!" Billy gasped. "I love it. Ah-h-h! Ah-h-h!"
That tight pussy was bringing him to the verge of coming in record time. Each cycle of his pumping brought him closer until, after about a dozen lunges, he was ready to fill her with his cum.
He could tell that Karen was close to her orgasm, too, by the way her body was moving under his. Her tits rolled between their chests, her legs kicked the air, and her hips ground furiously under Billy's.
She dug her fingers into the muscles of his back, dragging her sharp nails along his skin. In his orgasmic state, Billy felt the pain as an added thrill.
"I'm going to come, Billy!" she cried. "H-h-h! I'm coming, coming, coming!"
"I-I'm coming t-too," Billy stammered. "Ah-h-h-h-h-H-H! Oh, Karen! O-o-o-o-o!"
In their throbbing ecstasy, they became one mass of electric energy- a thousand volts of sexual pleasure. Billy felt his prick shooting pearls of simmering cum, and Karen felt his jism fill her tender cunt. Her cunt was spasming with an irregular rhythm on the steadily plunging prick.
When their pleasure subsided they stopped their furious thrusting and lay in a sweating heap. Karen's cunt would give an occasional spasm, which Billy would answer by jerking his prick. He looked down at her face. She was smiling up at him.
"Did you like it?" he asked, although he knew the answer already.
"Did I? God, I loved it," she said.
Billy lay on top of the girl until his prick softened and slipped from her cunt. Then he rolled off her body, letting her up. The sight of her body was stiffening Billy's prick again, but he could tell by the way she walked as she left the room that she wouldn't be in shape for a second try. Billy stayed in bed while Karen went to the bathroom.
He was smiling in satisfaction while he waited for her to return. When she came back and got into her clothes, Billy watched.
"I better get going now, I guess," she said as she buttoned her pants.
"I'm glad you called me, and that we fucked," Billy said.
"So am I," Karen said. "Let's get together again soon. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Sure."
Billy thought his mother would very likely want to fuck him that evening. She often did in the evening. With his mother to fuck in the evenings and Karen during the day, he was going to be a busy kid.
Chapter Eight
Ann heard Billy calling but the water running over her in the shower prevented her from understanding what he was saying. She yelled out to him, telling him she couldn't hear him.
"What?" he screamed.
Ann gave up.
Then she heard the bathroom door open.
"Are you going out?" he asked from the doorway.
"Close the door, Billy. You're letting a draft in," Ann said. "Yes, I am going out. I have a date with Jim."
Billy could see his mother's blurred body through the frosted glass of the shower door. She was scrubbing her hair, and her tits were pulled high on her chest where they shivered with her movements.
"I just wondered," he said. "I thought we could fuck."
"Not now, sweety," she said. "I really am in a hurry."
Actually, Ann had plenty of time. She refused her son because she didn't want to fuck him before going out with Jim; that would make her incest seem more perverted somehow. And, besides, she wanted to save her lust for Jim. But the thought of having Billy's young cock in her seemed nice. Billy felt the same way. He knew that his mother didn't like to fuck him just before going out, but he also knew that she had a hard time resisting him. So, with that in mind, he began pulling off his clothes.
In a few seconds, he was stepping into the small area of the shower with his mother.
"Billy, I told you that I..."
Ann didn't finish the sentence. Her son's mouth stopped her with a rough kiss. His prick was branding her soapy belly with its intense heat. Ann knew she was going to give in to this seduction.
Billy grabbed a sudsy tit, feeling it slide around in his hand. Fucking in the shower was going to be fun, he thought. He pressed his mother up against the tile wall of the shower stall, then sank to his knees. With warm water spraying him, he nuzzled his face into her soaking pubic hair.
Sticking out his tongue, he got a taste of soap. He had to wait until her body was well rinsed before proceeding.
"Oh, Billy, I hope we haven't started something we can't finish," Ann said.
"What do you mean, Mom," he asked.
"Jim's asked me to marry him, and I'm going to accept."
Billy was shocked. It had never occurred to him that his mother might marry again, that he might have a father again, and a sister.
Would this mean they couldn't fuck any more? he wondered. He pulled his head back from his mother's cunt and looked up at her.
The news had softened his prick slightly, but looking up at his wet and naked mother from that angle firmed it up again. He wouldn't ask her about her plans now. Now all he wanted was to fuck. He put his face back into her wet carpet of hair.
The soap had disappeared, and the only flavor he found as he stuck out his tongue was the salty flavor of hot pussy-squeezings. With that taste in his mouth he could imagine that the warm spray on his shoulders was a torrent of cunt juice.
He stuck his tongue as far into her cunt as he could. Ann spread her thighs, crouching slightly to make her cunt more accessible.
"Billy, you're getting so good at that that I can't resist!" she said. "O-o-o-o-o!"
In that tiny shower stall, her voice reverberated until it sounded like a whole harem of women in heat. Ann thrust her hips forward and lifted one leg, placing her foot on the opposite wall of the stall.
That gave Billy a wide-open crotch to attack, and he took advantage of it With his shoulder, he braced his mother's raised thigh and buried his face in her spread pussy.
He could feel her inner lips on his mouth as his tongue snaked high up her tunnel. Ann trembled with the exertion of standing on one leg, but most of her shaking stemmed from her son's thrashing tongue.
"God, Billy, you sure can eat a pussy," she gasped. "Did I teach you so well?"
"Uh-huh," Billy hummed into her cunt.
With his tongue in her cunt, his nose was touching her clit, wiggling that little bud and hurrying Ann to an orgasm. When Billy withdrew his tongue and sucked her clit into his mouth, a new trick she'd taught him, she began shaking more violently and moaning loudly.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, fuck, shit! Oh-h-h-h-h! Um-m-m-m-m!"
Billy had learned to increase his clit-sucking until he was squeezing it as -hard as he could between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. If he timed it just right, he could bring his mother off just as his tongue began to ache from the effort. And this was one of those times.
"E-e-e-e-e-y-y-y-o-o-o-w-w-w-w!"
She screamed and shook while Billy's mouth kept up its work, then she went limp, sliding down the wet tiles and draggin her crotch out of her son's reach. Soon they were on the floor of the shower together.
"Suck me off, Mom. Okay?"
"Yeah, but let me catch my breath."
But Billy was impatient. He got to his feet and stuck his twitching cock at his mother's open mouth. She had to hole the prick in her hand so she could keep gasping for breath until she had pulled herself together.
She loved the way her boy would get so hot while eating her that he couldn't control himself, but she wanted to do a good job, and that would mean catching her breath first.
Still breathing hard, Ann began licking the cock that she was holding by its base. Billy watched her pink tongue twist and curl around his prick. It was filling him with delicious sensations, but he was eagerly anticipating the feeling of having his cock bathed in the hot grip of her mouth. He didn't have to wait long. Ann opened wide, taking his fat glans between her teeth, then closed her mouth around the thick shaft.
As her tongue began slithering around under his cockhead, Billy leaned back on the wall and sighed. His mother took his balls in her hand, her fingertips reaching between his legs. Her other hand, reaching around his hip, played up and down the crack of his ass.
He could tell she was hurrying, but it didn't matter. Since hearing her wail in pleasure a few moments before, he had been anxious to do the same.
Sliding her head back and forth, she was sucking his cock with powerful thrusts. Her skillful fingers were adding enough excitement to the blow-job to bring the boy off quickly.
"Uh-h-h-h! Uh-h-h-h! Uh-h-h-h-h!" he moaned. "Oh, Mom, Mom!"
Gobs of sperm flooded Ann's mouth. She swallowed, sucked, and swallowed until the cock stopped spewing. Then she quickly sucked it clean and dropped it from her mouth.
"There," she said. "How was that?"
t:Oh, that was so-o-o-o-o ..."
"Okay now," she said. "Hop out and' let me finish my shower."
Billy did as she instructed. It seemed that she had only let him have his way so she would be able to continue getting ready for Jim. And the news about their getting married came back to him without his passion to soften the blow. He dried himself, got dressed, and left the bathroom without taking a final look at the naked woman on the other side of the frosted shower door. He had a lot of thinking to do. After all, his mother, whom he'd been fucking, was going to get married, and the girl he'd been fucking was going to become his sister.
When Jim arrived to pick up Ann, Billy could hardly face him. He had always been jealous, but now he couldn't bear it. As soon as they left him alone, he called Karen.
"Did you know that your father is going to marry my mother?" he asked her.
"Well, he told me he proposed, but she hadn't accepted yet."
"She just told me that she's going to accept. They just left here. She's probably accepted by now," he said. "Karen, that means you're going to be my sister."
"Yeah, and you'll be my brother," she said. "That'll be nice."
"Can we still fuck, though?" Billy asked.
"Gee, I don't know. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to fuck, you know."
Billy said good-bye. Suddenly it seemed that he wasn't going to have anyone to fuck. It was going to be like old times again with horniness and frustration. Through his despair he knew he'd better get to work on his car; he was going to need it to pick up chicks after all.
Ann sat quietly beside Jim in his car on the way to the movie, but she finally spoke.
"Well, aren't you going to ask me the usual question?"
"I'd almost given up," he said.
"Oh, Jim, don't give up. I will marry you. I don't know why it's taken me so long to make up my mind. I love you."
Jim looked at Ann with an expression of happiness that she'd never seen him wearing before. It reminded her of Billy's expression the first time they fucked. The car suddenly swerved to the curb and came to a stop.
Ann felt herself taken into a hurricane of an embrace as Jim showed his happiness. They kissed and hugged so long she was afraid they were going to get a parking ticket.
"Oh, baby, I'm so happy," he said. "Let's get married right away. I don't want to wait."
"Okay, honey. Anything you say."
"Well, then I say the hell with the movie. Let's go to a motel and fuck our brains out. We won't have to worry about the kids walking in on us."
Ann sat back as Jim sped toward a motel. She didn't know why she had suddenly agreed to marry him, and she still didn't know why she hadn't agreed right away, but she had decided to let her instincts guide her. As for fucking Billy, she guessed that would have to stop. But he was a big boy and could take care of himself.
A sharp turn into the parking lot of a motel brought Ann out of her reverie.
"I got a room with a water bed," Jim said as he came out of the motel office with a key dangling from his hand.
He looked like a kid with a new toy, Ann thought. She wished she could feel as happy, but there were a few things on her mind. Namely: her incestuous behavior and Billy's reaction to her getting married.
She knew she could trust Billy to keep their secret, but having a secret like that was a barrier between her and Jim. She shivered when she thought about what he would say if he knew.
"Why so glum?" he asked as they entered the room.
"I'm not glum," she said. Tm happy. I've never been happier."
Ann threw her arms around Jim, kissing him long and deep. While they kissed, Ann tugged his shirt out of his pants and Jim unzipped the back of her dress. Then both of them shoved a hand down over the other's ass. By the time they broke up their embrace, they were eager to try out that water bed.
"I never fucked on one of these things," Jim said as he threw himself down on it. - He bounced and laughed, and Ann jumped on beside him. As they rode the waves, they undressed each other. Jim pulled the frong of Ann's dress away from her tits, sucked each one briefly, then pulled the dress down as she lifted her hips from the bed.
In her undies, Ann attacked Jim's clothing, pulling it off him with mock fierceness. She soon had him naked with his stiff prick standing at attention. Starting from his feet, where she had just pulled off his pants, she pretended she was a cat stalking a mouse.
Holding her ass high, she crept slowly up to within pouncing distance of that standing cock. She froze for a few seconds, then sprang. Jim laughed at her antics, but when he felt her hands on his prick his laughter stopped, replaced by a contented sigh.
When Ann took that prick into her mouth, she couldn't help thinking about the prick she'd recently sucked-Billy's. Her son's cock was bigger and it was harder too, although Jim's prick could get very hard after a good sucking. But she would have to forget about her son's equipment. She'd made her choice, and she was sure it was the right one.
"Swing your body around this way," Jim said, indicating that he wanted to get at her cunt while she sucked him.
Ann moved her body alongside his without taking her mouth from his cock. Jim rested his head on one of her thighs and stared into her cunt.
Sometimes, rather than eat her, Jim would just finger her pussy with his head between her legs, watching her cunt open and close on his fingers. Ann liked to put her snatch on display for him once in a while, especially when he was stirring her cunt with skill.
Jirn watched his middle finger disappear up the pink-lined cave. Then he added his index finger, spreading the lips so he could see the silken interior that he'd felt gripping his cock so often. His ring ringer and pinky spread Ann's asscheeks, giving him a glimpse of her cute asshole. The sight always thrilled him, and now, with his prick in Ann's sucking mouth, it was almost too much to stand.
"I wish I could crawl right up your cunt, baby," he said.
"So do I," Ann answered, her words distorted by the cock in her mouth. "I would walk around with you in there all day."
Jim spread her legs wider so her twat was yawning, then stuck a few more fingers up her tube. His thumb covered her clit, gently rubbing.
"M-m-m-m-m," Ann hummed in delight on Jim's prick.
As he kept all his fingers busy in her cunt, she took her mouth from his prick knob and kissed him down his shaft to his ball. After licking them, she lifted them with her tongue and fingers and wrapped her mouth around them.
"That feels great, baby," Jim said as he leaned his head toward her crotch.
He let his fingers slide out of that tunnel to make room for his tongue. With her legs spread so wide, her inner lips remained open so Jim could stick his tongue right up there without getting her sweet juice all over his face-not that he minded washing his face with that warm cream.
Wiggling his tongue in the confines of her cunt, Jim felt his balls squeezed more tightly in Ann's mouth. He realized that she was losing control because of his invading tongue, but he hoped she wouldn't tighten her mouth on his balls too much.
He was relieved when she dropped them from her mouth. She began sucking his prick again, and he showed his appreciation by shaking his tongue more vigorously in her cunt. Ann's hips vibrated with the movement of his tongue while her head bobbed on his cock.
When Ann felt the cock hi her mouth throb desperately and her cunt contracting wildly, she lifted her head and said, "Fuck me, Jim!"
He gave her pussy another quick flurry of licks, then lifted his face from that hairy swamp. Ann could see her juice shining around his mouth as he crawled over her.
Grabbing his rod as soon as it was within reach, she pulled it to the starving gash between her legs. Then she wrapped her legs around Jim's waist. As his prick entered her, she felt the sensation that his tongue could never give her-the sensation of being sprit in two by the solid bulk of that hard cock.
"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "Oh, sweetheart, lover, fuck me! Fill me with your prick! Yeah, oh yeah!"
"Ann, I want to fuck you forever. I never want to stop," Jim said as he pumped his prick powerfully up her snatch.
He slid his cock home until their pubic bones collided. Jim raised his body, supporting himself on his knees, and lifted Ann's hips, holding on to her thighs. In that position, he could look down to see his prick sliding into her channel. He could see her inner lips surrounding his shaft, and on the backstroke the ridge around his cockhead peeked out.
"I love to watch my cock sliding in and out," he said.
Ann lifted her head and tried to rise up on one elbow so she could see too. But she couldn't quite make it.
"Let's remember to bring a mirror to bed next time so I can see too," she said. "I'd love to be able to see it."
"Spread your cunt with your fingers," Jim said. "Yeah. Now I can really see everything. Oh, Ann it's so beautiful."
Ann tried to imagine the sight. Meanwhile, she just had to make do with the feeling, which was terrific. The plunging rod sent a wave of pure pleasure through her with every thrust. Her pussy began gripping his prick in hunger as her orgasm sneaked up on her.
Feeling those cuntal muscles squeezing his prick, Jim increased the speed of his lunges so he could join Ann in orgasmic happiness. He could feel his climax gathering in him like a storm.
"I'm going to have a great orgasm," Ann said. "Oh, it's coming, it's coming!"
"I'm going to come too. Uh-h-h! Uh-h-h-h-h!"
"Oh, shit," Ann moaned. "It's good-a good one. Oh-h-h-h!"
"Uh-h-h-h! Fuck! Ann, I'm coming!" Jim said. "Your cunt is milking me. It feels so good. Uh-h-h-h-h!"
Jim fell on top of Ann, losing sight of her cunt, but gaining the wonderful feeling of her tits under his chest. They clung to each other, panting and moaning while their orgasms coursed through them. When they were finally still, they had had one of their finest climaxes together.
"When we're married well do this twice a day-at least," Jim said.
"It'll be terrific," Ann agreed. "Let's get married as soon as possible."
Jim pulled his cock from Ann's soupy twat as he rolled off her.
"Have you told Billy?" Jim asked.
"Yes. I just told him today."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. I think he was too shocked. But he'll be okay. He likes you, Jim. And he knows that I love you."
Ann felt strange talking about her son now that she was fucking him. She knew it would be uncomfortable for a while, until their incestuous relationship was finally over.
"Do you think it will be all right for Billy and Karen to ... well, I know they went out together yesterday, and I think Billy is interested in her sexually," Jim said, stumbling for the right words.
"What do you mean?" Ann asked. "After all, they aren't really going to be brother and sister."
"I know, but I don't think it would be good for them to get involved .. . like that. Karen is young and she has a lot to learn."
"She's older than Billy and could probably teach him a thing or two," Ann said.
She didn't really believe that. After what she'd shown Billy, Ann knew he could show Karen a few things, and she suspected he already had. But she resented Jim's protectiveness toward his daughter.
"Ann, let's get one thing straight. Karen's a good girl, and she's going to stay that way."
"Okay, okay," Ann said. "Let's not make a federal case out of it"
Ann didn't want to start an argument. Jim's narrow-mindedness made her feel even more guilty about her incest, though.
"Well, I'll find out about the marriage license and blood test, and we can take care of all the details," Jim said. "We should be able to get married in a few days."
They kissed, then lay there silently thinking about the change they were about to make in their lives.
Chapter Nine
Ann was glad to find that Billy had gone to bed before she got home. Although she had decided not to fuck him again, she knew it would be difficult to resist his young body and hard cock. But maybe now that the marriage was imminent Billy would understand that their fucking was over, Ann hoped.
When Billy came into the kitchen the next morning, Ann was sipping her coffee. They said good morning as usual. But as Billy filled a bowl with cereal, there was an awkward silence in the room. He came to the table, sat down opposite his mother, but didn't look at her.
Billy had spent the night before thinking about how his mother's marriage was going to change his life-especially his sex life. He concluded that it wasn't going to do him any good.
"It looks like Jim and I will be married before this weekend," Ann said. "You know what that means, don't you?"
"What?" Billy asked, even though he had a good idea what the answer would be.
"It means that we can't fuck any more," Ann said. "I hope you don't feel too bad about that, but it would be too hard for me to keep up two lives when .we're all living together. You do understand, don't you?"
"Sure, Mom," Billy said with a faint smile.
Ann could see that the news was hard on the boy,' but she was glad he was taking it so well. She reached over the table and squeezed his hand.
"And you will keep our secret, won't you?" she asked. "You know how important it is."
"Don't worry, Mom," he said. "I'll never tell anyone,"
"Good boy. Jim and I haven't made any real plans. I don't know where we'll live, but I don't think things will change very fast. We're both going to have to make some adjustments, though."
"Yeah, it'll be neat," Billy said. "It'll be fun having a sister, too."
Ann considered telling Billy about Jim's feelings toward his daughter, but decided not to. The poor kid had enough to think about for now.
"Well, I'm going out to work on my car," Billy said when he finished his breakfast.
Billy hadn't worked on his car in over a week, and now he had some trouble getting back into it. He tried to figure out where he left off. It wasn't easy, however, with his mother's words playing around in his mind. He told himself that fucking her had been nice while it lasted. He had learned more in a few weeks from her than he had ever suspected there was to know. And he could look forward to more sex with Karen. At least he hoped so.
There was simply too much to think about. Billy couldn't get any work done. He sat around for a while on the hood of his car, but his thoughts were with the woman in the house. They day before, he could have gone to her, put his arms around her, and heaven would be his. Now he was left alone with his throbbing prick.
Suddenly, Billy had to see Karen. After all, she was the only one he could turn to for sex now. He could talk to her, and fuck her. He knew he would have to protect his claim on her pussy before things changed too much, or he could find himself denied her cunt too.
When he went into the house, he found that his mother was vacuuming the living room rug. He could use the phone in the kitchen without being overheard.
"Hi, Karen, it's me," he said when she answered. "I thought we could get together. I really want to talk to you."
"Gee, Billy, I don't think I can see you today," she said.
The day before she had seemed so eager to fuck again that Billy thought she would want to see him. He couldn't understand it.
"Tomorrow, then?" he asked.
"I don't know, Billy," she said.
"What's the matter, Karen? You seem so different all of a sudden."
"It's my father," she said. "He's funny about some things, you know. He said we shouldn't see each other until he's married to your mother."
"But that doesn't make sense," Billy said.
"I know. But I don't think I should get him mad right now."
Billy sank into horny despair. After a few weeks of glorious fucking, he was right back where he'd started from. He said good-bye to Karen and went back out to the garage.
Nothing like this had ever happened to him, and lie didn't know what to do. Was it up to him to do something about the situation? Or was he merely a pawn that could be moved around by any woman who could offer her cunt, then take it away?
Billy paced back and forth trying to decide what to do. He felt crushed. But as he thought about it, his mood began to change. Finally, he got angry. After all, it was his mother who had started playing games with him. And she had enjoyed fucking as much as he had. What right did she have to turn him off?
Before he knew what was happening, Billy found himself storming into the house. He passed his mother dusting in the living room as he marched to his bedroom. There, he pulled off his clothes, then followed his stiff cock back to the living room.
He saw his mother look up at him, her eyes riveted to his prick.
"Billy, don't make this more difficult than necessary," she said.
But her words didn't stop the horny kid. He kept walking toward her. Ann backed away. In her slacks and loose blouse, she looked as sexy as ever, and her resistance made Billy even more excited.
"Let's fuck again, Mom," he said. "We fucked yesterday, so why can't we fuck today?"
"I told you why, Billy," she said.
"Well, you're not married yet, so what's the difference?"
Ann had backed herself into a corner. She tried sliding along one wall to escape, but Billy took one step forward and grabbed her. His cock pressing against her cotton slacks was hotter than it ever had been before. He grabbed a tit in his hand, squeezing firmly.
"Oh, Billy, I can't say no," she sighed.
As the boy kissed her, she seemed to melt. Her mouth opened and was filled instantly by Billy's tongue. His hand went to her side, where her pants were buttoned. He had gotten very good at opening buttons and zippers and soon had his mother's slacks opened enough to slide his hand down over her ass.
Stepping back, Ann said, "Let me get undressed. Come to my room."
But Billy was too excited to waste even one second. He dropped to his knees, pulling his mother's slacks down to her ankles. He saw her legs tremble as she stepped out of the slacks. Then he lowered her undies and pressed his cheek, to her cunt for a few seconds before getting up and helping her off with her blouse.
Billy dragged her down to the carpet. With her naked body in his arms again, Billy felt his lust climb to new heights. How could he ever give up this joy? he wondered. And he knew his mother felt the same way.
Ann had lost all of her reluctance. She clawed him and wrapped her legs around one of his thighs with more lust than ever. She attacked her son's neck with sucking kisses and licks. Billy could hardly believe the transformation she had gone through in a few minutes.
With her son holding and kneading her tits, Ann kissed his chest. Her tongue wagged over his nipples until they were hard bumps.
"Billy, you seem to have some sort of power over me. I just can't resist you. I don't know what I'll do," she gasped, then continued tongue-bathing him.
"I can't give you up either, Mom," Billy said. "I'd rather fuck you than Karen or anybody."
"Did you fuck Karen?" Ann asked.
"Yeah. I had to show her how, though. She was a virgin."
Ann smiled slightly while she continued kissing her son's nipples. Suddenly, she began wiggling her way down to his legs and took his prick into her mouth. She sucked it so greedily Billy yelped in pain.
After giving his cock a quick gobble, Ann rolled back with her legs spread.
"Eat me, Billy," she said. "Eat me like you never have before."
Billy was fascinated by his mother's lust. He thought he'd seen her hot and eager, but now she was a real wanton bitch.
Diving between her legs, he thrust his face into her cunt in an effort to match her passion. While she rolled and twisted on the floor, Billy drilled her soggy cave with a wild tongue.
With her head thrown back and her mouth gaping, Ann writhed and moaned. She grabbed her feet, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. Billy's madly flailing tongue obliterated all thoughts of Jim and her approaching marriage. The bliss her son was providing was the most important thing in the world at that moment. Billy was sucking that cunt in a bursting mood of relief and happiness-his mother needed him, he knew. In his joy, he wiggled his face eagerly in her cunt while his tongue twisted high up her pussy-sleeve.
The plump outer lips were spread over the boy's face like a mask. Then, pushing her thighs up, he sent his tongue swirling over her asshole. A new twist. "Billy, you're so wonderful," Ann moari-"Oh, honey, baby. Oh-h-h-h!" After a quick probe of that tight, puckered aperture, he.went back to lapping her twat. His tongue had a x life of its own as it covered the flowing interior of Ann's pussy. Every square-millimeter of her cunt-lining came under attack by that lashing, ricking tongue.
"Come up here and fuck me," Ann gasped. The obedient son lifted his face from her cunt, He scrambled over her, and dropped down on top of her. His wet face met hers as his prick lunged into her crotch. When Billy- reached down to insert his cock in her cunt, he found his mother's hand there too, fumbling to pull him up her cunt as soon as she could.
Together, they soon had Billy's fat rod stuffed into that hot cave.
Ann tasted her own cunt juice on her son's mouth as they exchanged tongues. The juices lubricated their kiss just as it was lubricating their fucking.
Since Billy hadn't known if he would get another chance to fuck his mother, the sensation of having his prick in that slippery tube again driving him mad. His hips jerked as he fought to get a grip on the rug with his knees for leverage.
He heard the muffled sounds his mother was making even though his mouth and tongue were gagging her. Ann kicked her legs behind the boy and she tried to pull him deeper into her cunt. Even though his thrusts were sending the soft tip of his cock to the very end of her tunnel, she couldn't get enough.
Billy reached around his mother's hip, his fingers crawling into her crotch from behind until he could feel his thick cock sliding between her loose lips. After exploring her full cunt with his fingers, he found her asshole again.
Now juice was seeping over that secret opening lubricating his finger as he pressed it into the hole
As he stuffed her ass with his finger, he could tell that she liked it by the higher pitch of her moans. Billy was drunk with kinky excitement.
He felt his cock pumping on the other side of the thin membrane that separated the two chambers. His mother's ass tightened on his finger.
"Oh, Billy, Goddamn, that feels great," she groaned. "Uh-h-h!"
Although he felt his orgasm taking root within him, he suddenly stopped pumping. He had an idea. But he was afraid to try it without asking his mother if it was all right, and he couldn't bring himself to ask. It seemed too perverted. But, thanks to Ann's lusty intuition, he didn't even have to ask.
Looking her son in the eye, Ann pulled her cunt from his motionless prick and lifted her knees toward her chest. Her crotch rotated, bringing her asshole into fucking position. Billy's finger was still suck in that hole. But as soon as he realized that his mother was actually offering him that hole to fuck, he pulled his finger out.
"Stick it up my ass, sweetheart," she whispered.
Billy's face flushed with the thought of buggering his mother. When he grabbed his prick to guide it to that tight entrance, he was amazed at how fat and hard it had become and how violently it jerked.
Moving it between the smooth cheeks of her ass, he held his prick and, at the same time, tried to find the center of the target with his finger.
Ann reached down to help the boy. She soon had the bloated knob of his prick right on the puckered ring. To admit the huge prick pressing against her ass, she tried to relax her sphincter muscle. Slowly, her ass gave way. The prick began entering.
"That's it!" she squealed. "Oh my God, Billy! Oh, yeah!"
Billy felt his prick being squeezed into that narrow tube. It seemed dry compared to her running cunt, but there was enough cunt juice in the vicinity to make his cock ease in comfortably. When he felt her asscheeks pressing on his pelvis, he knew he was in as far as he could reach.
They looked at each other's faces as they reacted to this new variation. Billy saw his mother wearing a look of desperate joy. Her face was covered with sweat, her eyelids were at half-mast, and her mouth was wide open.
Billy's face showed his outrageous passion too. The veins standing out on his forehead and his flaring nostrils made him look like a marathon runner. But it wasn't physical exertion that made him look like that-it was the thrill of having his cock up his mother's ass.
When he began pumping, he felt the way her ass tugged his cock. It was an entirely new experience for the neophyte fucker. There seemed to be a never-ending world of thrills to discover, and his mother was the one who could show it to him.
With the snug lining of his mother's ass sliding back and forth over his prick, Billy was soon grunting and panting in ecstasy. He was surprised at the way his mother was reacting to the ass-fucking-she loved it.
"Fuck me, baby!" she cried. "Oh-h-h-h!"
When his jism filled her ass, Billy felt it lubricate his prick, making it slide easier and adding a new sensation to the perversion.
Although his orgasm was fading, Billy noticed that his mother was bucking her hips more frantically. Then he felt her slip her hand between his belly and her pubic bone. Looking down, he saw that she was rubbing her clit.
"Keep it up, honey," she said. "Keep fucking my ass. I'm coming!"
Billy lifted his body slightly to get a look at what was going on in his mother's crotch. He could see her finger quickly rubbing her clit. Her empty cunt stared up at him. He could even see his shaft moving in and out of the stretched asshole. It was a fabulous sight.
Even though it wasn't easy to keep pumping after his climax, for this woman he would do anything.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Ann groaned. "I'm coming!
Yeah-h-h-h!" .
Billy's prick was beginning to bend and soften, but he kept jabbing it into his mother's ass until she .lay still. Then, as he rested his body on hers, his cock slid out of her ass.
Their breathing was still at fever pitch, but they were starting to feel the profound relaxation that comes after a good fuck. Suddenly, a loud noise shocked them into awareness.
They both jerked their heads to the side to see what the sudden commotion was. Jim had thrown open the front door and was coming at them. His face showed the shock and rage he felt. Billy rolled off his mother's body. He didn't have time to do anything else, though, before-Jim grabbed him and pulled him to his feet.
"I'll, kill you, you little bastard!" Jim was screaming as his hands tightened around Billy's throat. "How could you do that to your own mother?"
Ann jumped up in terror, grabbed Jim by one arm and pulled, but she couldn't make him stop strangling her son.
"Jim!" she screamed with all her might "Stop!" But Jim merely let go of Bill's neck with one hand long enough to send Ann sprawling across the room.
"And you, you bitch, I'll get to you in a minute!" he yelled.
Billy, kicking and flailing, managed to get out of Jim's grasp just long enough to grab a breath of air and yell for help. One of his fists crossed Jim's jaw. Jim didn't even feel the punch in his blind rage. He soon had Billy's neck in a tight grasp again.
Billy could feel his eyes bulging, and the panic of suffocation filled him with terror. Just as he thought he was about to pass out, he saw his mother rushing up behind Jim with a lamp in her hand.
The lamp exploded over Jim's head. Jim went down to his knees. Billy, gasping, ran out of the man's reach, picked up a chair to ward off further attacks, and prepared to defend his mother.
"You perverts!" Jim shouted as he staggered to his feet. "You're sick! Both of you!"
Billy and Ann could see that the man was bleeding from a cut on his head. A bright red rivulet ran down the side of his face. Although they were terrified, they were both ready to hit him again if he tried to attack either of them. But, to their relief, he only staggered toward the door, holding the wound on his head.
"How could I have thought of marrying you?" he groaned. "You're not fit to marry anyone. And you," Jim said, looking at Billy, who still had the chair poised and ready to strike. "If you ever so much as call Karen again, I"ll kill you. I swear I'll come back here and kill you."
With that, Jim slammed the door and disappeared. Billy dropped the chair and began trembling. His breath could be heard struggling through his throat. Ann was trembling too, and in another second, she put her hands to her face and sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Billy tried to pull himself together. He went to his mother, took her by the shoulders, and tried to help her to her feet. She slapped his hands away, though.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled. "Haven't you done enough already?"
"But, Mom..." Billy gasped.
Still sobbing loudly and holding her hands in front of her contorted face, Ann got up and ran into her room. She slammed the door and threw herself down on her bed. Never in her life had things looked so bleak. She had lost her one chance for happiness by sinking into depravity.
Ann didn't know what was going to happen to her and the boy she had dragged into the slime of perversion with her, but she couldn't imagine anything good ever happening to her again.
Billy went to his room too. He was hurt that his mother had blamed him. But she was right, he thought. From then on, he would try to make it up to her in any way he could-even if it meant never enjoying her body again.
Chapter Ten
For the next few days Billy and Ann hardly saw each other.
Ann knew it was up to her to try to patch things up. After all, she was the adult in the family, and she had been the one to start the whole perverted mess.
Finally, she gathered enough courage to go to her son's room. She knocked on his door.
"Come in," Billy called.
"This wasn't your fault," Ann said to her son as she went to sit on his bed.
Billy wanted to grab the woman, but he knew this wasn't the right time.
"Oh, Mom, I'm so sorry," Billy said. "You wanted to stop fucking me but I wouldn't let you."
"And I feel that it's my fault that you lost Karen," Ann said.
They talked until they both felt as good as they could. Then Ann said she was going out to work in the garden-she needed fresh air.
Billy understood her to mean that she didn't want to fuck him again, at least not at the moment.
But before Ann could leave the house, a knock was heard on the back door. She answered it and was surprised to find Karen there.
"Hello," Karen said. "Can I talk to Billy?"
"Hello, honey," Ann said happily. "Sure, come right in."
Ann called Billy, then went out to the garden. Billy heard Karen's voice and ran down as fast as he could. Karen looked beautiful to the horny kid.
"Billy; my father wants to take me away. He's looking for a new job in another town," Karen said. "Oh, Billy, I've missed you."
Billy ran to the girl and they wrapped their arms around each other. Billy filled a hand with one of her tits.
"I've missed you too," he said.
"I'll never forgive my father if he takes me away. '
"I want to take you away to my room right now," Billy said.
As soon as they got to Billy's room, they began
- stripping. While he watched Karen's gorgeous body come into view, Billy's memory came alive with their previous times together. He knew he was about to reexperience that ecstasy.
The accumulated horniness of a week's abstinence made him so eager to get his hands on the girl, he left his socks on rather than waste another second.
Now as they hugged and kissed, they felt their naked bodies press together. Shuffling over to the bed without letting go of each other, they fell onto it still embracing and kissing.
"Billy, I've been thinking about fucking you day and night," Karen said when Billy took his mouth from hers.
"So have I," he breathed into her ear. "I've been jerking off thinking about your cunt.
Karen ran her lingers through Billy's hair as he moved down to suck her tits. Burying his face in those mountains of softness made his prick twitch more powerfully, and he was eager to do this right. He wouldn't stick his cock in her until they were both insane with excitement.
"Um-m-m, I love that," Karen said as Billy took one hard nipple into his mouth. "Suck it harder!
That's it!"
The nipple in his mouth was nourishing the boy with lust. As he pressed his tongue on that stiff, puckered knob, his hand slid down her velvet-smooth stomach to her cunt. Combing his fingers through the curls, he wrapped his hand around that plump curve. Once again, Billy realized how a pussy could be a never-ending source of bliss.
Karen let her thighs sag open, loosening the lips of her cunt. Billy traced her long slot with his middle finger, gradually slipping it into the damp mouth. In a few seconds, his finger was swimming in hot, slippery juice.
"Rub a little higher," Karen said. "Right there. Yeah! Oh-h-h!"
Billy felt the hard kernel of her clit under his finger. He diddled that little bud for a while, then moved his finger to the entrance to her tunnel.
As.Karen spread her lets wider, he slid his finger high up her cunt. It spread to accommodate him.
"God, Karen, I just go nuts every time I stick my finger up your cunt," Billy said.
"So do I, Billy," she said in a far-away voice. "Stick another finger in. Stretch me."
Billy moved his index finger in beside his middle finger and spread them. Her tunnel walls stretched like hot, wet rubber. Feeling around in that chamber, Billy felt how cavernous it could become with a little stretching.
He began to wiggle farther down that lithe body, traveling the familiar path to her pussy. Sliding his face along her smooth skin, Billy smelled and tasted her sweetness.
Karen's body twisted and squirmed under him, telling him of her passion. By the time he was between her legs, looking into the pink mouth of her pussy, she was holding her thighs wide in an obvious invitation.
Before putting his face into that hairy muff, though, Billy spread her lips to get a good view of an open cunt. It looked like a pink butterfly pinned to a board for exhibition. As he lowered his mouth to her cunt, he glanced up past Karen's tits to her face. She was wearing an angelic expression of happiness.
Breathing the moist odor of her pussy, Billy touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, making her body jerk. As he began to cover that gash with swift licks, Karen began singing in rapture.
Her words and sounds of joy made the boy give every ounce of his skill to the task of eating her cunt. Slippery juice ran down his chin and smeared over his cheeks.
Out in the garden, Ann felt the pleasure of her generous self-denial overpowered by passion. Mothers enjoy making sacrifices for their children, but the thought of that sexy young chick fucking her son while she broke her fingernails pulling weeds was too much.
She couldn't help going into the house, trembling with the anticipation of what she was about to do. Although she hadn't thought of any plan, approaching her son's room brought her wanton nature to the surface.
When she saw that his door was open, she raised her hand to her tits, taking them into a tight grip. Her cunt was already wet. She had the feeling that her perversion was about to take a great leap forward. A few more steps brought Billy and Karen into view.
She knew that she wouldn't have been under her son's sucking face even if Karen hadn't arrived. But now Ann was more eager than ever to feel that boy's tongue in her own snatch. And the sight of the young girl's tits, wobbling wildly on her chest as she gyrated in pleasure, added to her excitement.
Standing there, frozen with lust, Ann unfastened her slacks and slid her hand over her hungry pussy.
Although her finger was a poor substitute for Billy's tongue, it had the effect of doubling her up with extreme passion. She heard herself gasp. The kids apparently hadn't heard her, though, because they didn't look at her. They were bound to see her there eventually, she knew, and when they did... In her state of desperation, Ann was past caring.
As Billy slithered his tongue from Karen's tunnel to her clit again, he kept his eyes on her face. But suddenly he was attracted by a rhythmic motion in his doorway. When he focused on his mother with one hand in her pants rubbing her cunt and the other squeezing her tit, he felt a rush of new energy. Every time he thought he was at the pinnacle of excitement it seemed something would happen to multiply that sensation.
Billy didn't know any better than did his mother what would happen next, but he knew another door to perversion was about to open. And he was ready.
Apparently, the sight of his mother affected his cunt-lapping, so Karen felt that something had happened. Lifting her head, she looked down and saw Billy's eyes staring off to the side. When she followed his gaze and discovered Ann jerking off in the doorway, she also felt a rush of increased excitement.
Although Karen knew about their incest, she didn't expect to become part of it. But she found that she didn't mind being watched by her boy friend's mother. In fact, it was exciting.
Karen remembered seeing that woman riding her father's cock and how impressed she had been at the sight of Ann's body. She didn't know what was going to happen either, but she was eager to find out.
With the two kids' eyes on her, Ann felt the pleasure of exhibitionism rise within her. Her blatant display didn't seem to bother them; Billy kept licking Karen's cunt, and Karen kept writhing with passion. Ann began to walk toward them. Her hands were still at work on her own body.
"I couldn't stay away," she said. "I had to come to you."
"I-I'm glad," Karen said, still shaking with the ecstasy of having her twat lapped.
Ann sat down on the bed beside her son. She let go of her tit, although she kept her other hand in her pants, and pushed Billy's hips, rolling him onto his side. His hard prick sprang out from under him. Ann took it in a tight embrace.
While Billy kept sucking Karen's cunt, his mother lowered her face to his cock. Karen lifted her head again to see the woman take that stiff spike into her mouth. When she dropped her head back on the pillow she knew she was getting into something special, something so exciting it made her head spin.
Billy moved over. Dragging Karen's hips with him he made room for his mother. With his face in
Karen's cunt and his mother's mouth on his prick, he was soaring high in the sky of sexual delight. He could tell by the way his mother was sucking him with enthusiasm that she had become very horny too.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, I think I'm going to come," Karen moaned. "Ye-e-e-ah!"
Billy was glad to see that Karen hadn't become shy now that his mother was in bed with them. Her voice was just as wanton and loud as ever. The girl's wails of pleasure thrilled Ann too while she was waiting for her own turn to howl.
Ann had never been in bed with an orgasming woman before. Lifting her head slightly so she could see past her son's body, she watched the young girl shake. Karen was lifting her head and shoulders from the bed as her climax convulsed her body. Ann knew that she looked like that too when she came, and she suddenly felt a desire to have Karen watch her in the throes of orgasm.
"Oh-h-h-h-h! Yes-s-s-s-s-s!" the younger girl screamed.
Billy, lifting his wet face, looked down at his mother. She was curled up on the bed beside him, her clothes disheveled, her mouth wrapped around his cock. She had finally taken her hand out of her pants so she could hold her son's balls and ass while she ate him.
Karen began maneuvering so she could watch close-up this incestuous blow-job. The slurping sounds coming from the un ion of cock and mouth made her own mouth water for a prick to suck. She began stroking Billy's thigh just under Ann's bobbing chin.
Opening her eyes, Ann saw Karen's face hovering near hers. She saw the hunger in her eyes. In another act of generosity, she took her mouth from Billy's cock, offering it to the young girl. Karen accepted the wet prick gladly. She wanted to show Ann that she could suck a cock with the best of them.
With her eyes staring into Ann's, Karen opened her mouth and took the huge rod into it. She sucked with Ann's rhythm- Both women had their hands on Billy's balls and shaft.
Billy, watching the girl' passing his prick back and forth, was getting the greatest blow-job of his short sexual career. He could tell that Karen had a lot to learn about that kinky art-his mother sucked him with more finesse, but Karen's eager mouth was doing very well.
"I'll bet not many kids your age have been sucked like this," Ann said to her son as she crawled up beside him.
"I guess not," Billy gasped. "And, oh-h-h, it's great!"
Karen giggled with her mouth full.
Ann kissed her son. Billy reached for the buttons of her blouse, opening them eagerly. His hand pulled out a tit, and he kneaded it like dough. Ann, wiggling her shoulders, managed to get her blouse off. If she was going to get her share of the fun, she was going to have to undress.
Ann pulled off her slacks and undies as the sucking girl and her own son watched. When she was nude, she slithered back down her son's body. Karen handed the prick back over to Ann. As soon as Ann had that cock in her mouth again, she could tell that it was about to erupt.
Eager to share Billy's spewing load with Karen, Ann pulled her mouth from the cock and pumped the loose skin so they could both watch the fountain of gism.
"O-o-o-o!" Karen gasped when she saw the beads of cum shoot into the air.
"A beautiful sight, isn't it?" Ann said.
"Oh-h-h! Uh-h-h-h-h! Shit!" Billy cried.
In a few seconds, there was thick jism all over Billy's belly, prick, thighs, and on Ann's hand. When she lifted her hand to her mouth and began licking up the mess, Karen leaned forward and cleaned Billy's cum from his belly and pubic hair with her tongue. Then Ann licked his balls clean.
"I can't believe this," Billy said. "It's too fantastic."
Ann finally lifte[J her head. Karen did the same. Seeing some of the white fluid on Ann's chin, the younger girl quickly stuck out her tongue and wiped that last drop right off Ann's face. Ann looked surprised at that bold move, then smiled with the realization that Karen was every bit as kinky as she.
Now Ann was the only one who hadn't come, but Billy was going to remedy that right away. He swiveled around, pushed his mother down on her back, and crawled between her legs. With Karen lying beside him, Billy put his face into his mother's crotch.
Karen watched closely. She could see how Ann's cunt opened over Billy's cheeks. She could even see Billy's tongue in the pink slot, moving all around and disappearing up the cave. Her mouth was watering, but she didn't know if she should take a turn at lapping that cunt. Would that be going too far? she. wondered.
"You have a gorgeous body, Mrs. Clark," Karen said.
"Call me Ann, sweetheart," Ann said. "And thank you. So do you. Gee, it's nice getting compliments while having my cunt licked."
"I saw you and my father fucking once," Karen said. "I remembered how wonderful you looked sitting on him, bouncing up and down."
Karen was turning out to be a big surprise.
"You kids are terrific," Ann said. "Hurray for the younger generation."
"I'll never forget how you looked as you came," Karen continued. "You really looked beautiful."
"Oh, honey, thank you," Ann said. "Oh-h-h-h-h! M-m-m-m-m! And so did you just now when Billy was eating you."
Ann liked carrying on a conversation, especially such a flattering one, while having her son suck her cunt. It was making the pussy-lapping a very special one.
Karen put her hand on Ann's thigh. The feeling of lusty adventure between the two women was creating a special bond between them. Although neither of them had any experience with lesbianism, they both knew that they were ready for that big step.
Billy could see Karen's finger sliding around on his mother's hip and thigh, near his face. It surprised him, but after what had happened already, he was ready for anything. Even when Karen's fingers slid right into his mother's pubic hair under his nose, Billy knew it had been inevitable.
Karen moved her body into the vee of Ann's spread legs beside Billy, nudging him aside. �fe knew what she was after, and he let her have it. After all, watching Karen eat his mother would be at least as exciting as doing it himself.
Karen began by kissing Ann's thigh. As Billy moved his head out of her way, he was thrilled at the sight of Karen taking his place. Ann, looking down her body at the kids between her legs, was thrilled too.
"I've wanted to try this for a long time," Karen gasped before inserting her face into the soggy cunt Billy had just abandoned for her.
"Karen, sweetheart. Baby. You're wonderful," Ann sighed.
Without wasting any more time, Karen stuck her tongue into the salty slot of Ann's cunt. Remembering how Billy's tongue probed her own twat so gingerly the first time he had eaten her, Ann was flabbergasted at the way Karen threw herself right into it. Her tongue slid around until it found the inner lips, then snaked right up her tube.
Now Billy watched with amazement as Karen proved to be the wildest one of all. Her uninhibited hunger was obvious. His mother's shaking and moaning proved that the girl was doing a good job.
Billy wanted to get into the action somehow, but he couldn't tear himself away from that incredible sight.
Finally, watching wasn't enough. Billy mounted Karen's back, sticking his prick under her ass to her cunt. She thrust her pussy toward the prick as Billy reached down to guide it into her cunt. Sliding the long shaft up that slippery cave, he rested his belly on her high asscheeks. Her ass made a wonderful mattress, and as he pumped, it cushioned his thrusts.
"What a show," Ann said as she watched. "This is more fun than anything I've ever done."
Ann could see Karen's forehead above her pubic hair; behind Karen's head her son's face could be seen wearing an expression of delight as he plowed the young girl's cunt from behind. Ann could also see Billy's ass rising and falling with his lunges. The bed bounced with his rhythm.
As Karen got more and more excited by the fucking she was receiving, her mouth and tongue began to work differently in Ann's twat. Her tongue began to jab Ann's cunt with the same speed that Billy's prick was jabbing hers. The tongue filled her cunt every time she saw her son's ass lunge.
As Ann rose toward her climax, she couldn't help thinking about the strange turns her life had taken recently. She had lost her man. but had gained his daughter. And, of course, she had her own son. She couldn't complain. And who could tell, maybe Jim would change his mind and come back to her. What a family they would make!
But Ann lost her train of thought as her brain exploded in the fireworks of ecstasy.
