It was Henry Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent uncertainty of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in difficult circumstances, and when the opportunity for satisfaction arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a crazed race to find some sort of satisfaction and stability in a changing world.
MOM'S HOT SUCKING LIPS-a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Anita Daniels was thirty-two years old but looked at least ten years younger. Her mirror told her so, and so did her husband. As Anita stepped naked out of the shower, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror, then gasped in surprise as she heard a deep masculine voice behind her.
"Honey," the voice said, "you look as good as the day I met you."
Anita jumped about a foot, then whirled to see her husband grinning at her. "Burt," she exclaimed, "you're home?"
"Surprise," he leered, taking in her shapely naked body. "Glad to see me?"
"Am I ever," Anita sighed. "It was gonna be another lonely night in front of the tube. Jeff's gone out on a date, and I'm all by myself."
"Good," Burt said, his voice growing husky with lust, "then we can just take our time, can't we, sugar?"
Anita felt hot juice oozing from her cunt. It wasn't often that she and her husband had a whole evening for making love. With both of them working to pay for their new house, Burt as a trucker and Anita as a waitress, they were seldom home at the same time. And when they were home, so was their son Jeff. They loved Jeff, but they couldn't fuck in the living room or swing from the chandeliers when he was home.
Now they were going to have one of those rare chances to make love however and wherever they wanted. Burt's hot eyes told Anita how good she looked to him. He certainly looked good to her, tall and rugged and tan, a big muscular guy whose blue jeans fit him just right. Her eyes dropped to the growing bulge at his fly, and she creamed again, the molten liquid trickling down her inner thighs.
"Just look at you, lady," Burt said fondly, grasping her shoulders and turning her around to face the mirror again. "I swear you still look like a kid."
They studied Anita's reflection in the mirror and saw a petite blond with big blue eyes and a short elfin haircut. Anita was slim but curvy, and she had firm large tits the size of grapefruits, capped with large light pink nipples. Burt ogled her tits for a moment, and then his eyes drifted down to the small golden triangle of her bush. The big man shivered with lust and began to unbutton his work shirt.
"I just got in off the road, and I'm about as romantic as a pig," he grinned. "I'll grab a quick shower and meet you in the bedroom, okay?"
"Okay," Anita grinned, giving him a quick kiss. "I'll have a cold beer waiting for you."
"Make that a cold beer and a hot pussy," Burt leered.
"No problem," Anita said.
She wandered naked out to the kitchen, enjoying the freedom. With Jeff around most of the time, she had to watch herself. The boy stared at her body too much as it was, and she didn't want to overexcite him. But tonight, with Jeff out on a date, she was free to wear anything-and nothing. She got a can of beer and a glass, then strolled leisurely back to the bedroom, humming to herself.
She really hadn't expected Burt back tonight from his haul. He must have busted his butt getting home a day early. But it was just what the doctor ordered, as far as Anita was concerned. She'd been so lonely and horny, she could hardly stand it. Now she stretched out naked on the bed and waited for Burt, her pussy growing hotter and more swollen by the second. She just wished she and her sexy husband could have more nights like this.
They'd been married nearly seventeen years now, but they still had the hots for each other. Their sexual attraction had been violent and instant the moment they met, back when Anita was only sixteen and Burt was twenty-four. The attraction had been so great that in less than two months Anita was pregnant. But Burt hadn't minded marrying her. They'd been an extremely happy couple till just recently.
Anita sighed and rubbed her thighs together in a vain attempt to ease the nagging lust in her slit. She wondered if buying a house had been a mistake. They'd always wanted a home of their own, but in order to swing it, Anita had to go to work, and as a result they were almost never together. That was when the long lonely nights had started, nights when she got so horny she thought she'd scream.
She heard the shower being turned off, and she wriggled impatiently. There'd be no problem with horniness tonight. She dashed over to the dressing table and fluffed her short blond hair one more time and dabbed on another swipe of pink lip gloss. She added a faint touch of the perfume Burt liked best, then dashed back to assume a seductive pose on the king-sized bed. She'd hardly gotten settled when there was a light tap on the bedroom door and then Burt walked in.
"You the lady that ordered this?" he asked solemnly, fisting and wagging his stiff cock at her.
"Yes, bring it right over, please," Anita drawled.
She was trying to sound cool, but she could hardly contain her excitement. She and Burt hadn't made love for almost two weeks, and even then it had been a quickie between their work shifts. As Burt walked over to the bed, she couldn't take her eyes off his wrist-thick eight-incher, that fantastic hard love-making tool that had kept her happy for so many years and kept her from ever thinking of another man. If only she was getting more of it these days!
"Mmmmmm, darling, I'm so glad you got home early," she purred.
"You and me both, sugar," Burt said as he slid onto the bed. "I've had a hard-on all day just thinking about you."
He pulled her into his arms and against his big hairy body, and Anita felt like she could come just by rubbing her thighs together, she was so aroused. They kissed, darting their tongues into each other's mouths, and she wantonly rubbed her bush against his stiff throbbing cock. He cupped her large hot tits, and her nipples went stiff and aroused against his palms.
"Oh, Burt, I missed you so much, I thought I'd go crazy," she sighed.
"Yeah, it's a pisser, all right, the way things are," Burt sighed, "but just a few more years and we'll have enough money to slow down. Anyhow, let's not worry about it tonight."
"Right," Anita agreed.
They kissed again, breathing harshly and excitedly, and they didn't hear the front door opening and their teenage son padding through the thickly-carpeted living room. Jeff looked around for his mother, then noticed his dad's work jacket tossed carelessly onto the recliner. So the old man was home? Jeff grinned, eager to talk to his father. But his parents were nowhere in sight. Then he heard muffled sounds from down the hall.
"Terrific," he muttered.
They were at it again. It seemed to Jeff that all his folks ever did was make love. Just when he needed somebody to talk to, too. His date had bombed. The girl had been completely cold, just after a couple of free movies and not at all interested in Jeff. He'd figured on coming home and at least chatting and watching TV with his mother, but she wouldn't have any time for him tonight, not with Dad home.
The noises from the bedroom were getting louder, and it dawned on Jeff that his folks didn't realize he was home. He glanced down the hall and saw that they hadn't even closed their bedroom door. They were completely unaware that Jeff was present, and so they were being totally uninhibited. Jeff felt a rush of lust and curiosity. This would be the ideal opportunity to spy on their love-making, something he'd never done before.
He slipped off his shoes and crept barefoot down the dark hallway. He could hear his dad's harsh breathing and his mother's sighs. Usually they made love so quietly when Jeff was around. Of course he was aware of what they were doing behind the closed door, but he couldn't hear anything. Tonight was much different. The door was almost wide open, and Burt and Anita were going at each other like a couple of rutting animals. Jeff was able to get almost into the doorway and still stay hidden in the shadows.
He glanced into the room and saw his parents rolling around on the bed naked. Dad was no surprise. He and Dad had been naked together many times, skinny-dipping on hunting trips, going to the sauna, showering after baseball games. But Jeff had never seen his mother naked before. He ogled her petite big-titted body, and his cock went stiff as a board, straining against the tight confinement of his jeans.
Jeff already thought his blond young-looking mom was the sexiest woman in the world, and the sight of her naked body just confirmed his impression. He took in her tiny firm waist, slim but curvy hips, and those fantastic tits of her, luscious globes and cone-shaped nipples. He stared at her small triangular bush, the same gold color as her hair. His cock gave a lusty lurch and tried to tear its way out of his pants.
"Mmmmmmmm, honey, you're driving me crazy," Anita moaned, running her fingers through Burt's dark curly hair.
"I'm gonna make you a lot crazier before the night's over," he promised.
Jeff could believe that, as he glanced at his father's cock. The old man was hung like a horse. Jeff sighed with envy. He was an attractive kid, still growing, and would someday be the image of his dad, big and rugged and powerfully-built. He was attractive to girls, and he knew it. But he also knew he couldn't compete with Burt. The old man still had it, in every way. Anita never had her full attention on Jeff when Burt was home.
"Ohhhhh, baby, yesss," Anita hissed as Burt began to kiss and nibble and lick his way down her body.
Like everything he did, it was polished and expert, Jeff noted enviously. He broke a steamy tongue-kiss and worked his way down Anita's throat and onto her tits. He teased her stiff nipples with his swirling tongue, making her gurgle with excitement, then continued on his way, kissing and lapping her belly, till his face was buried in her golden bush.
Anita gave a gurgle of longing, bent her legs, and opened them wide to him. Burt rolled between them and shoved his face into her steaming pussy. His head began to bob up and down, and Anita clawed the bedspread and moaned hoarsely. Jeff saw his dad's wet red tongue lashing up and down over his mom's glistening pink slit. He was eating her expertly, and she was obviously adoring every second of it.
"Unnnnhhhhhhh, darling, I love it," she moaned, "I've been needing it so much."
That was for sure, Jeff reflected. The last couple months, ever since they bought the new house, Anita had been jumpy and on edge, especially when Dad was on a long road trip. At last Jeff understood why. His pretty little mom had been horny. He found himself wishing that she'd let him help out. He'd loved to be in his dad's place right now, naked with her, driving her wild with his tongue.
Once more Jeff's swollen teenage prick tried to burn its way out of his tight jeans. He ached to take it out and jack off, but that seemed too risky. He was taking a big enough risk just spying. But he couldn't bring himself to leave and go to his own room for a quick hand-job. He didn't want to miss a second of this exciting show. He was still a virgin, and he could learn a lot from an experienced stud like his dad.
"Ohhhhh, Burt, that's so damned good," Anita was gurgling.
Burt was doing something slightly different to her now, something she found even more exciting than having her whole pussy tongue-whipped. He was concentrating just on her clit, running the stiff tip of his tongue around and around the swollen shaft. Anita's pretty face contorted into a lusty grimace, and she screwed her eyes shut, blotting out everything but the hot pleasure she was getting from her husband's circling tongue tip.
"Oooooo, shit, yessss," she cried hoarsely.
Jeff absent-mindedly reached down and rubbed the rock-hard line of his fly. He'd been close to going all the way with a couple of girls, and he was pretty experienced at heavy petting, so he knew how hot and juicy his mom's pussy must be to Dad's greedy tongue. He just wished he could get in on the fun. It would be fantastic if Dad could teach him all that stuff, using Mom as a model. But of course that was just a daydream, something that could never happen in real life.
Now Dad was moving his head even lower between Mom's eagerly parted legs, and he stuck out his tongue and made it long and rigid. Then he shoved it hard into her cunt, and Anita gasped and shuddered and groaned in ecstasy as he filled her with the hot slippery meat. He started fucking her with his stiff tongue, his head bobbing up and down briskly.
"Ohhhh, honey, ohhhhh," Anita sobbed.
Jeff almost came in his jeans just watching her and listening to her. He ached to be in his dad's place. He realized now that he'd been turned on to his sexy little mother for quite some time. Girls his own age didn't arouse him nearly as much as mature warm women like Anita. Maybe next time Dad was on the road and she was feeling horny, Jeff could help her out. But that was a pretty wild and daring thought, and he tucked it away for later. Right now he just wanted to watch and learn.
"Baby, baby, you're gonna make me come," Anita squealed.
Burt's head was bobbing up and down with lightning speed, and his tongue was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick hot juice from Anita's gripping cunt. Jeff could hear that lewd sound clearly, and it was driving him crazy. He couldn't keep from fantasizing himself in Burt's place, pistoning his stiff tongue in that hot little hole and driving his mom out of her mind with pleasure.
Anita stiffened and gasped. "Unnnhhhh, Burt, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Then her curvy little body began to buck so hard that Burt couldn't keep his tongue inside her. He rose to his knees and watched her hungrily as she came, his massive boner hugging his hairy belly and drooling thick rivers of cream. Jeff hoped that when his growth was complete he'd be hung like that. No wonder Mom got lonesome for that monster of a cock. Jeff wondered if he could compete with it.
Could he ever substitute for his dad?
Anita writhed and moaned for long delicious moments, then opened her eyes and focused on her husband's rigid blue-veined prick. She rolled back to her original position, legs bent and spread, showing Burt her luscious-looking pink slit. She gave a little growl and held out her arms to him, and the big trucker grinned.
"Something I can do for you, little lady?" he leered.
"Yes," Anita said huskily, "you can fuck my brains out."
"My pleasure, ma'am," Burt drawled.
He let himself down on her, wedging the swollen purple head of his cock between her delicate fur-fringed pussy lips. The lips spread hugely as he went into her. He entered her gradually, savoring the sensation, and her head lolled back as she moaned in ecstasy. Once more Jeff almost shot his load. He imagined his own engorged teenager dick sliding into that hot and slippery little hole, and he knew he just had to get laid.
"Unnnhhhh, honey, yesss," Anita moaned, "stick that big thing into me, give me all of it."
Yes, somehow, some way, Jeff had to lose his damned virginity, but tonight he had only his fist to satisfy him. He couldn't stand the frustration a second longer, and he quickly unzipped his jeans and dragged out his fever-hot cock. It was swollen to a rigid seven inches and dripping thick globs of cream. Jeff fisted it with an experienced hand and began to pump. That was better. Not as good as a cunt, he was sure of that, but pretty damned good.
"Ohhhhh, baby, baby," Anita sobbed.
Dad was fucking her now, his ass knotting and jerking, and Jeff could see his creamsoaked boner hammering in and out of her cunt. He was fucking her fast, almost roughly, but she clearly loved it. She was clinging to him, clawing his broad shoulders, and she was fucking back at him, jerking her hips to his rhythm. Jeff felt consumed with lust and envy. He would have given anything in the world to trade places with Burt just then.
"Ahhhh, yes, honey, fuck it to me good and hard," Anita whimpered, "fuck me till I can't stand it any more."
"I sure aim to try," Burt panted.
Jeff tried to imagine how his mother's cunt would feel around his lust-engorged prick.
He'd had his finger up a girl's cunt one time, and it was really nice-snug and hot and juicy. But somehow he sensed that his mother's little fuck hole would be even nicer. Dad sure seemed to be enjoying it. His face was flushed with pleasure, his eyes rolling, as he hammered his big thick cock into her faster and faster. Anita closed her eyes and hung on the very edge of orgasm.
"Burt, honey, I love it so much," she moaned, "I wish it never had to stop."
"Me, too, baby," the big man agreed hoarsely, "but I'm about to fill you with ten gallons of come."
"Yessss," she hissed, "cream me, give it to me.
Jeff pumped his throbbing cock faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his dad's jerking hips. He imagined he was in Burt's place, fucking his squealing mother, feeling her juicy molten cuntal tube around his cock. He fantasized that it was his rock-hard boner driving her to a fever-pitch of ecstasy. Then suddenly Anita let out a hoarse scream.
"Ahhhhh, God, aaaggghhh, I'm coming!" she wailed.
"Ohhhhh, fuckin' Christ, take my come!"
Burt roared.
He fucked into her so hard, her petite body shook, but she wailed in ecstasy as she took his roughness. Jeff imagined it was him jetting load after load of sizzling come into her sucking little cunt and making her scream with pleasure. That did it for the horny teenager. He gasped and just managed to whirl in time to shoot his load against the wall instead of into the lighted bedroom. As he moaned softly and came, he heard his parents moaning, too.
"Oh, my God, Burt, I needed that," Anita sighed after a few moments.
"Well, honey, there's more to come," Burt said eagerly. "As long as we've got the house to ourselves, we may as well take advantage of it."
Jeff took that as his cue to exit. He went quietly out the front door and took a long walk, giving his parents some real privacy. And as he walked, all he could think about was his pretty little mom and how she loved to fuck.
CHAPTER TWO
Just twenty-four hours later Burt was on the road again, scheduled to be gone a week this time. Anita felt like she'd been handed a beautiful present, only to have it snatched away again. Their marathon love-making session had been wonderful, but it hadn't satisfied her. It had only whetted her appetite for more.
Without Burt she carried on the dull routine of her days, working as a waitress in the afternoons and early evenings, spending the evenings watching TV with Jeff, catching up on her housework in the mornings. It kept her busy, but unfortunately it didn't do anything to satisfy her ever-present lust. By the time Burt had been gone three nights, she was horny enough to scream.
On the fourth day of her husband's absence Anita reported for work at the truck stop and found the waitresses buzzing in the back room. Cherry, her best friend, turned to grin at her as she walked in.
"Lucky you, coming on duty just now," Cherry said. "There's a real hunk out there. We all wanta drag him back here and tear his clothes off."
"Oh, yeah?" Anita laughed. "Think I'll be able to control myself?"
"I wouldn't count on it," said Trish, another young waitress. "This guy is something else."
Anita spotted him the moment she entered the dining room. Her friends hadn't been kidding. The guy was in his late twenties, over six feet tall, fantastically built, and had electric blue eyes like Paul Newman. No normal female could help staring at him and getting turned on. Not only that, he knew how to use his looks. He spotted Anita and gave her a grin that made her belly do lusty flip-flops.
"Yes, sir, what can I get you?" she asked, walking up to his table.
He said nothing for a moment, just let his eyes roam up and down her shapely body, as if that was all the answer she needed. Anita, who'd hardly ever looked at another man in sixteen years of marriage, felt a sudden rush of lust that made her knees wobbly. Helplessly she imagined herself in bed with this stud, taking his pistoning rock-hard cock, and she creamed through her panties. Then she jumped with surprise as the stranger finally spoke.
"I'll have ham and eggs and coffee," he said, "eggs over easy. My name's Rich. What's yours?"
"Anita," she squeaked. "I'll be right back with your order, sir."
She had to get away from those penetrating blue eyes and compose herself. She slipped into the back room where Cherry and the others were changing into their street clothes.
"Well?" Cherry grinned.
"You were right," Anita sighed.
"I bet you could go home with him," Trish giggled. "We looked out there and saw the way he was looking at you."
Anita blushed hotly. "Why, honey, I wouldn't dream of cheating on Burt," she cried.
"Oh?" Cherry grinned. "I wouldn't dream of stepping out on my husband, either-unless I got asked by a guy like that."
Anita didn't need to hear any more of that disgusting talk. She took a deep breath and got back to work. Every time she came to his table, Rich had something to say to her, and he made it clear that his favorite type of woman was a petite blond with big tits. He didn't seem to be joking. He ignored Arlene, the other waitress, who was tall, brunette and stacked. The guy was sincerely turned on by Anita and letting her know it.
"How about going out with me tonight?" he asked as he paid his check.
"No thanks," Anita smiled, "I'm married."
"Well, at least let me buy you a drink after work and give you a ride home," he said. "I noticed you came on the bus."
Anita couldn't resist. She and Burt couldn't afford to run the car much, and her long bus ride to work involved two transfers. Besides, an after-work drink would be pleasant, and she'd get to know Rich a little better. She had no intention of getting involved with him, of course, but a little flirting couldn't do any harm. She was so starved for male company.
When she got off work, Rich was waiting for her in his customized van. It was cushioned and air-conditioned, and there was soft pleasant music playing on the stereo. Anita sank back in the bucket seat and sighed, kicking off her shoes. Rich even had a portable bar in the van, and he quickly served up two ice-cold martinis on the rocks.
"Heavenly," Anita laughed.
"I planned it that way," he grinned.
He drove toward the wooded hills outside of town, and Anita understood that they weren't going to have that after work drink in a bar. They were having it right now, in the privacy of the van. And what was she going to do if Rich made a pass at her? Suddenly she wished she'd never accepted his invitation, but it seemed too late to back out now. After all, the guy hadn't actually done anything yet.
He found a shady grove of trees to park in and turned to flash Anita another of those devastating smiles. "So you're married?" he said. "Won't your husband wonder why you're late getting home from work?"
"He's out of town," Anita said, immediately regretting it.
Rich's eyes lit up. "Oh, is he? Then maybe you're feeling lonely?"
He pulled her easily into his arms and kissed her, forcing her lips apart and running his hot tongue into her mouth. Anita creamed like mad, soaking the crotch of her panties. She blushed as she felt her nipples going rigid with arousal, knowing Rich could feel the hard nubs pressing against his chest. His steamy tongue kiss was driving her wild.
She tried to regain her self-control, reminding herself that she was a happily married woman and had never cheated on her husband in sixteen years of marriage. But somehow her pussy wasn't paying attention. She was starved for a man's touch, starved for sex, and she wanted to just let go and allow Rich to do whatever he wanted with her. It would feel so terrific right now to have a nice hard cock in her seething little cunt.
Rich broke the kiss at last and looked at her with hot lust-glazed eyes. "You're lonely, all right," he said, "I can tell. What's the matter, your husband not giving you enough?"
Anita's face flamed. "Burt's a trucker," she said, "and he's on the road a lot, and I miss him. Yes, I admit I'm lonely. But I'm not gonna cheat on him, Rich. I'd never do that."
"Okay, okay, relax," Rich grinned. "I understand how you feel. But we've got each other kinda worked up, and there's no reason why we can't do something about it-provided we don't go all the way."
Anita listened dizzily. What he said seemed to make sense. She felt so wildly aroused, she knew she'd be in misery all evening if she didn't do something about it. Rich started unbuttoning her blouse, and she didn't say a word to stop him. A little innocent necking wouldn't hurt anything, she told herself. She just needed a little relief, a little male contact, before she went back to her lonely house.
Rich's fingers worked deftly on the buttons, and he soon had her blouse open, revealing the tightly-packed cups of her little lacy bra. His eyes glowed with excitement as he ogled the creamy skin of her large firm tits. He slipped his hands around behind her and undid the catch of her bra. He pushed it up out of the way and studied her naked tits and large light pink nipples. His hungry gaze really turned her on, and she creamed heavily, soaking through her panties.
"Gorgeous," Rich breathed. "Your husband's a fool to neglect you."
He cupped her heavy hot tits, and she shivered and moaned with the electric contact. She slumped back against the seat and gurgled softly as he molded and squeezed the sensitive flesh of her breasts. This was something Burt rarely did to her any more. In fact they'd almost stopped having foreplay because they were both in a hurry or exhausted when they made love. Anita desperately missed all the fun and kinky things they used to do to each other before fucking.
Now she gorged herself on sweet sensations as Rich expertly fondled her lust-swollen tits. He used his thumbs to tease her big pink nipples into full erection, and that made them even more sensitive. Her pussy was on fire with need by now, and it was dripping with her helplessly flooding juices. Once again she had a quick hungry vision of herself taking Rich's stiff cock in her starved little box, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She was absolutely not going to cheat on Burt.
"You seem to like this," Rich smiled as he squeezed the hot silky globes of her tits.
"Mmmmm, I do," Anita purred, "but remember, I'm not going all the way."
"That's okay, baby," he grinned, "there are plenty of other ways besides all the way."
Anita shivered with anticipation, knowing just what he meant. It had been months since she and Burt had had the time and energy to explore all those other ways, and she really missed that kind of love-making. Now Burt dipped his head down, tickling her swollen tits with his hot breath, and she saw his tongue flash out, pink and wet and gleaming. He began to lash her nipples with the hot juicy meat.
"Mmmmm, yessss," she hissed.
Her creaming was furious and uncontrollable as Rich swirled his wet tongue around and around her erect throbbing nipples. The hot stabs of pleasure seemed to streak right down to the core of pussy, making her cream in molten spurts. As Rich tongued her nipples, darting back and forth between them, he took her hand and set it on his fly. She felt a hot hard lump that pulsated hard against her fingers.
"See what you do to me?" he whispered.
Anita's hand went automatically to his zipper. She'd never made love with any other man but Burt in her whole life, and she was reacting as if she were with him. If Burt put her hand on his hard-on, she knew right away what he wanted-for her to take out his prick and play with it. And that was what she was doing now, without even thinking. She got the zipper open and slid her fingers inside. He wasn't wearing shorts.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he panted as she touched his cock.
Anita realized what she was doing, but again it seemed too late to back out. She curled her fingers around his dick and drew it out into daylight. It was a handsome seven-incher, rigid and bulging with blue veins, and she almost groaned at the sight of it. She wanted to take that granite column of meat into her cunt so badly. Instead she wrapped her fingers around it and began to pump it. Rich shivered with pleasure.
"Yeah, that's good," he said, "and one good turn deserves another."
His hand went boldly up under her skirt and wriggled its way inside her panty hose and panties. He touched the soft warm fur of her bush and pressed down, stimulating the swollen mound beneath. Anita whimpered and creamed heavily. Then he had both hands up there, tugging down her clothes to mid-thigh. Her soaked and flaming pussy was available to him now. He lifted her skirt and stared at her golden bush and the wet pink flesh of her gash.
"You don't know how much I'd like to shove my cock in there," he said hoarsely.
"Oh, yes, I do," Anita laughed as his prick gave a violent lurch in her fist. "But like you said, we can do other things."
"Yeah," he leered, "things like this."
"Ohhhhhh, my God," Anita gasped.
Abruptly he'd inserted his thick middle finger into her cunt. It felt marvelous to the horny young housewife. She'd been craving something long and hard in that hungry little hole, and now that craving was being satisfied. Rich started finger-fucking her, jerking his stiff finger up and down in her juice-slick box. Anita whimpered in ecstasy and soaked his pistoning finger with a huge helpless rush of sizzling cream. Rich felt the molten flood and looked at her hungrily.
"Yeah, I felt that," he rasped, "I can tell how horny you are, honey. But I'll take care of you real good."
Anita's only reply was another lusty gurgle. Rich kept pumping his rigid finger in her cunt, giving her blast after blast of pleasure, and she kept pumping his cock in her fist, making him moan and shiver. She felt herself hurtling toward climax. It was going to be such a relief to come with a man again. When Burt was away on long trips, she masturbated a lot, but it was never quite what she craved.
She craved a man's big hard body, a man's lips and tongue and fingers. Most of all she needed a cock, but she wasn't going to get one today. She was satisfied with what she was getting, however. It sure beat going to bed with her own fingers. She slumped back against the seat and gurgled and moaned with bliss as Rich's pistoning finger reamed her cunt. It excited hell out of her to feel his big cock throbbing and straining in her pumping fist.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, I'm almost there," she moaned.
"Good, I'll take you over," Rich said hoarsely.
He gently disengaged her fingers from around his cock, and she understood that he was too close to orgasm and didn't want to come yet. She lay back and closed her eyes as he began to piston his stiff finger with lightning speed in her soaked little pussy hole. The finger made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed out her steadily gushing cream. She deliberately tightened her cunt to get more delicious hot friction.
"Shit, I'd like to feel that around my cock," Rich told her.
"I wish I could take your cock," Anita said, delirious with excitement.
"Try this instead," he said, sliding another stiff finger into her cunt.
"Ooooo, yessss," she gasped.
The two big fingers worked in tandem and felt almost like a real cock. They stuffed and stretched her famished box, and the friction was delicious. Anita hurled to the very edge of orgasm and greedily held herself there, wanting to prolong the pleasure. But a deep hard thrust of Rich's fingers put her over the edge, her body exploding with pleasure and convulsing hard.
"Ohhhhh, you did it to me, I'm coming!" she howled.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," Rich whispered excitedly, still cramming his fingers in and out of her squirting twat.
He watched the little blond coming, watched her luscious big tits shaking like jello and felt the searing floods of cream that burst from her spasming cunt. She was coming exceptionally hard, which told him how much lust she'd had stored up. This little lady had been plenty horny. Rich didn't stop finger-fucking her till she went limp. Then he drew his soaked fingers out of her cunt and looked at her urgently.
"Let's suck each other off, okay?" he asked.
Anita nodded eagerly. She couldn't remember that last time she and Burt had done sixty-nine, though it used to be one of their favorite ways to spend an evening. Now Rich helped her into the back of the van, which was made up as a bed, and he lay on his back, his stiff cock aimed obscenely at the roof. Anita crouched over him in the opposite direction, her steaming pussy practically in his face.
Right below her mouth was the engorged purple head of his cock, oozing thick cream. Anita drooled at the sight of it. She opened her mouth wide and brought it down around his stiff dick, and the big man shivered and moaned. She sheathed his meat in her steamy slick mouth, then drew in her cheeks and started to suck. She felt Rich's body give another violent lusty shudder.
"Yeah, baby, I love that," he growled, "just keep on suckin'."
"Mmmmmm, unnnhhhhh," Anita moaned as his tongue entered her.
He was just as skilled with his tongue as he was with his fingers. He plowed the fat column of meat clear to the root in her tangy-tasting cunt, then began to fuck her with it. Anita whimpered in ecstasy. She adored being tongue-fucked, but she and Burt didn't get around to it much any more. It was a luxury they didn't have time for. Now she felt like a greedy kid who'd been given a whole box of candy.
The van echoed with the obscene wet noises they were making as Anita sucked Rich's cock and he reamed her pussy hole with his long thick tongue. She felt herself racing toward another hot climax, and she knew Rich wasn't far behind her. His hugely engorged prick throbbed violently on her tongue, and he gave a muffled groan of bliss each time she suctioned a hot glob of cream from his piss hole. As their excitement mounted, they went at each other faster and faster.
Anita had a brief guilty vision of Burt, but she dismissed it. After all, she was being careful not to go all the way, not to offer her cunt to another man. She just couldn't resist this chance to ease her lust. She was only human, and she refused to feel guilty about that. She blotted out everything but her pleasure as Rich's big hot tongue crammed her box and she sucked ravenously on his throbbing prick.
"Baby," he gasped, "I'm gonna come now. Eat it, then I'll get you off."
Anita responded by sucking on his cock with lightning speed and powerful vacuum force. It felt to Rich as if she was trying to suck the jizz right out of his balls, and if that was her aim, she succeeded. She sucked loudly, ravenously, and he felt himself rocketing into orbit.
"Ahhhh, Christ, I'm coming, aaaggghhh!" he yelled.
He sizzled his hot come into her mouth, and she gulped it down greedily, load after load of it. Then as his cock slipped from her lips, he crammed his big hot tongue deep into her cunt and fucked her furiously with it. In just a matter of seconds she was exploding into a body-wracking climax, his tongue driving her into hot ecstasy.
"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss, I'm coming!" she sobbed.
Her body shook and convulsed for almost a minute, and then she came down from her hot orgasm with a satisfied sigh. She was very lucky, she knew, that Rich was a gentleman. A lot of other guys would have raped her in this situation, but he understood her problem and went along with her needs. She thanked him sincerely and gave him a goodby kiss.
"I was just passing through this town," he said, "and I may never get back again. I just hope you work things out with your husband, Anita."
"So do I, Rich," she sighed.
CHAPTER THREE
When his mother had the late afternoon shift at the cafe, Jeff would start dinner preparations, since he got home much earlier than she did. Today he was especially proud of his efforts. He'd started in as soon as he arrived home from school, and now there was hardly anything left for his mother to do. Potatoes were baking, steaks were ready for broiling, the salad was made. He'd even prepared a small pitcher of martinis.
He saw a strange van pull up in front of the house, and his mother got out and hurried to the door as the van drove off. The minute she walked in, Jeff knew something was wrong. Her face was flushed, and she looked funny. She wouldn't meet his eyes. He proudly told her about his dinner preparations, but she didn't seem to be paying much attention.
"Jeff, honey, I really appreciate all you've done," she said finally. "I'd like to take a shower before dinner if there's still time. I'm really beat."
"Sure, Mom," Jeff said. "I'll have a martini ready for you when you finish."
"You're a darling," Anita beamed.
She started forward to give him a hug and kiss, then drew back and hurried down the hall to her room. Jeff couldn't figure it out. Why did she hesitate to be near him? And who was driving the van that brought her home? He went to the kitchen and put the oven on low, sensing that dinner might have to be postponed till Anita got herself together.
His hunch was right. Anita felt pretty shaken about what she'd just done. She'd come damned close to cheating on her husband. In fact maybe she had. She wanted to wash away all traces of Rich, his after-shave, his natural male scent. She quickly stripped and scooted down the hall naked into the bathroom, too much in a hurry to put on a robe. She assumed Jeff was in the kitchen and wouldn't see her.
In fact Jeff caught just a split-second glimpse of her as she entered the bathroom, but that was enough to turn him on like crazy. He saw her creamy-skinned naked body, her large bouncing tits, the little golden triangle of her bush-and his teenage cock went rigid, tenting his skin-tight jeans. As if hypnotized he padded down the hall to the bathroom door. He dropped to his knees and peered through the keyhole.
Anita was standing naked before the full-length mirror on the back of the door, which meant she was facing Jeff at a distance of about two feet. He barely stifled a horny groan as he ogled her luscious little female body. She was examining herself with a frown, as if she didn't like what she saw, but Jeff liked it a whole lot. He liked it so much that his engorged dick tried to rip its way out of his pants.
He studied her shapely legs to the tops of her thighs, then focused on that enticing triangle of golden pussy fur. She had her legs slightly parted, and he could see the moist pink flesh of her slit. His eyes travelled upward, to the heavy but firm globes of her tits. He focused on the soft cone-shaped pink nipples. He thought how great it would be to get a fistful of that silky flesh.
Then Anita was turning away from him and entering the shower. He ogled the undulating globes of her nice little ass. He sighed loudly as she closed the shower curtain and turned on the water. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, and he got to his feet gingerly. If he didn't want his mother to see that cock-stand, he'd better jack off before she finished showering.
Jeff knew that was the sensible thing to do, but as he reached for his fly, he hesitated. Jacking off was kid stuff. He wanted to have sex like a man. He wanted to take his stiff cock and cram it deep into a hot slippery cunt. And more than anything in the world he wanted to get it on with his sexy little mother. His mind went to work, turning over scheme after scheme before he came up with a plan that just might work.
Meanwhile Anita scrubbed herself thoroughly, till she was squeaky clean. She was sure nobody could detect Rich's scent on her now, but she still felt burdened with guilt. That martini Jeff had offered might be just what she needed. She reached for her robe, then realized she hadn't brought one to the bathroom. She grabbed a big fluffy bath towel and wrapped it around herself before stepping out into the hall.
Jeff was right there, martini in hand. "How about a rub-down, Mom?" he smiled. "That might perk you up."
"Oh, Jeff, you're wonderful," Anita sighed, accepting the drink. "A rub-down would be terrific."
She led the way to the master bedroom, and Jeff tried to control his mounting excitement. He didn't want his shaking hands to give him away when he touched her clean naked body. She stretched out on the bed after taking a long thirsty pull from her drink. Jeff set his hands on her shoulders and began to massage, and she gave a grateful sigh.
"Honey, I don't know what I'd do without you," she said. "You're such great company when your dad's away."
Jeff would have preferred no mention of his father. He knew Burt came first with Mom. But tonight he wouldn't have any competition from the old man. He and Mom were all alone in the house, and he knew she was lusty and on edge, missing her man. If he played his cards just right, maybe he could take his father's place in her bed. His stiff cock lurched violently at the very thought.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so nice, honey," Anita sighed.
Jeff was slowly and patiently massaging her shoulders and arms and upper back, lulling her into a kind of hypnotic state. Her skin felt deliciously cool and silky under his fingers, and he was so tempted to whip away the towel that covered the rest of her. But he knew he couldn't afford to fuck up, not even a little bit. He had to do this exactly right, because he'd never get another chance.
If Anita had any idea what he was up to, she'd be horrified, and he knew it. He had to trick her into making love, and he had to do it very patiently. So with maddening slowness he massaged her upper back and then ever so gently slipped the towel down to her waist. He could see the pale curves of her tits, and he fought the urge to grab for those big hot melons. Instead he massaged his way slowly down her back.
"Mmmmmm," Anita sighed, half-asleep.
Her pussy felt strangely warm, almost horny. She couldn't figure that out, because Rich had gotten her off twice. She ought to be satisfied for the rest of the evening at least. But her son's firm masculine hands were having an erotic effect on her, reminding her of how much she needed a man in her bed. Her pussy kept heating and moistening as Jeff worked his way down to the small of her back.
"Might as well get all of you," he said as casually as he could.
Anita felt him stripping the towel away and exposing her ass, but she felt too lazy to say anything about it. One butt looks like another butt, she thought drowsily. Jeff wasn't seeing anything he hadn't seen before. His hands closed over her firm little ass and began to massage, and she closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. She was vaguely conscious that this was the first time she'd ever been naked in front of her son, but it just didn't seem like that big a deal. After all, her front was hidden.
Jeff was almost coming in his pants as he massaged his mom's luscious bare ass. His eyes kept darting to her tits, which were so close and so inviting. He shivered with the knowledge that he could slip one hand under her quickly and touch her bush. But of course he wasn't going to do that. The move would be too sudden, too blatant. He had to play this scene just exactly right.
He resisted the temptation to slip a finger down her ass crease and tickle her tiny puckered shitter. Instead he began to work his way up her body again, stroking and massaging, and Anita sighed happily. She was off her guard now, totally relaxed, and it was time to make his first serious move. Gently, innocently, he slid his hands down under her and cupped her tits.
Anita gasped. She wasn't shocked so much as turned on. Jeff's hands were big and hot on her naked tits, and as they began to mold and massage the sensitive flesh, she shivered with pleasure. To her embarrassment her nipples went erect, poking hard and eagerly into his palms. She was sure the boy's move had been innocent, and she wondered what to say to him.
"Jeff, honey, maybe you better not touch me there," she said gently.
"Aw, come on, Mom," Jeff chuckled, "we're not living in Victorian days. Besides, it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Anita sighed.
Maybe he was right. He was just giving her a massage, after all, not trying to seduce her. This was her teenage son, not some guy trying to get her into the sack. She relaxed and closed her eyes again, enjoying the sensual massage of her big ripe tits. Her pussy felt hotter and juicier than ever, but she tried to ignore the tell-tale signs of her growing arousal.
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, that's nice," she murmured.
Once more Jeff almost shot his load. She was going for it, letting him play with her tits. They were big hot handfuls for him, silky throbbing flesh and hard thrusting nipples. He couldn't believe he was actually getting to touch them. This was a privilege previously reserved just for his dad. He molded and squeezed the warm soft flesh, and Anita purred with contentment, her thickly-lashed eyes closed.
Jeff had a quick fantasy of dropping his pants and lying down on her, slipping his hard cock between her thighs from behind. He imagined her cunt being searing-hot and slippery with juice. As he thought about it, he gave her throbbing tits a firmer squeeze, and she gasped. Take it easy, he reminded himself, don't scare her off. It was killing him to proceed so slowly, but he didn't have a choice. If his mother realized what he was trying to do, she'd end the scene immediately.
So he caressed her tits in what he hoped was an innocent-feeling way, till she finally relaxed again and closed her eyes. When she seemed to be only half awake, he began moving his hands ever so slowly down her body, feeling her ribs and smooth flat belly. After what seemed an eternity, he was touching the first soft warm hairs of her bush. His cock lurched violently as he slid his hand onto the springy triangle of fur.
"Jeff," Anita gasped, coming out of her doze.
"Relax, Mom, it's just a massage," Jeff chuckled, hoping she didn't detect the lusty hoarseness in his voice.
Anita was too drowsy to argue about it. She assumed he'd do that spot and move on. She closed her eyes again and purred with pleasure as he massaged her swollen mound. She just wished it was Burt doing it to her. Burt wouldn't linger there very long. He'd soon have a finger in her cunt, pumping deeply and bringing her off. She squirmed lustily as she thought about it. Then she felt Jeff's hand moving even lower, onto the naked slick flesh of her gash.
She'd wonder later why she didn't say anything. If ever she should have spoken up, this was the time. Her son actually had his hand on her pussy, rubbing and exploring the wet hot flesh, and she was just lying there letting him do it. But it felt so damned good, and she was so lusty. This was an innocent way of getting the stimulation she craved.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured.
Jeff's prick was straining against his fly, trying to tear its way free of his clothes. He was touching the molten slippery flesh of his other's pussy, and she wasn't stopping him. In fact she was giving little murmurs and sighs, as if she was enjoying it. He tried to think of some of the things his dates had taught him to do, some enjoyable pussy-play with his fingers. The more turned on he got his mom, the better.
He recalled one girl who'd taught him to play with her clit. She was supersensitive there, she said, and Jeff came to believe her, because he could get her off time after time just by rubbing that fleshy little nub. He quickly located his mom's clit. It wasn't hard to find. It was swollen and stiff, with its own little hard-on, and it was throbbing like mad. He began to rub it with his fingertip, using a swift circular motion, and Anita filled his hand with a helpless rush of molten cunt juice.
"Jeff Daniels," she cried, "that is not a massage, and you know it."
This was a crucial point. Jeff knew he had to keep things light. "I know it, Mom," he chuckled, "but I had a feeling you need more than a massage to relax you. Why don't you just let me bring you off? I know how you're missing Dad. Believe me, I understand."
"But Jeff, honey, it isn't right," Anita moaned, rolling away from his pleasuring fingers.
She got away, all right, but in doing so she rolled onto her back. Jeff ogled her gorgeous firm tits and little golden bush. He'd been touching both of them, but this was his first good long look at them. She had her legs slightly parted, too, and he could see the juice soaked flesh of her gash and the slivery trickle of cream oozing from her cunt. Everything about her was fantastically sexy.
When Anita realized what she'd done, she turned scarlet and started to get off the bed, but something Jeff did made her freeze. Looking hungrily at her, all his pretense gone now, he reached for the zipper of his fly. For the first time Anita noticed that the boy had an aching hard-on, a bulge that was almost splitting his pants. He must have gotten that cockstand while massaging her.
Jeff decided to gamble everything on one last attempt. Anita was about to leave the room anyway, and if she did, she'd never get into a situation like this again. So it was now or never. And since his tricks hadn't worked, all he could think of was to be honest with her. He opened his jeans and skinned them off, showing her his belly-hugging hard-on.
"Mom," he pleaded, "I'm so horny. Please help me out, and I'll do the same for you."
His voice was hoarse with need, and Anita realized he wasn't kidding her. He really was going out of his mind with lust and frustration. She knew the feeling, all right. Her maternal instincts came into play. She couldn't stand to see her son suffer. Gently she drew him down on the bed beside her and curled her fingers around his cock. Jeff shivered and moaned as she started to pump his meat.
"All right, darling, I'll get you off," Anita said soothingly, "but only this one time. And we must never tell anybody about it, okay?"
"Okay, Mom," Jeff said adoringly.
It was heaven for the horny kid to lie there and feel his mother's hot soft fingers moving up and down his naked stiff cock. It was a thousand times more exciting than jacking himself off. Her technique was expert, too, from years of pleasing Dad. Jeff felt his balls heating and expanding almost to the point of explosion as Anita steadily pumped and massaged his nearly-bursting prick.
"Ohhhhhh, wow, Mom, that feels great," he moaned.
Anita was getting far more aroused by the scene than she'd expected. She'd gone at it like a mother, giving relief, and she didn't expect to feel any more excitement than if she'd been bandaging a cut. But holding a stiff cock in her fist was automatically arousing, and she should have anticipated that. Her pussy boiled with need as she jacked her son off.
Jeff seemed to be reading her mind. While she pumped his hot throbbing cock, he slipped his hand between her thighs and once more found the erect pulsating bud of her clit. He pressed it with the tip of his index finger and began to rub it in a circular motion, and Anita felt hot rushes of pleasure. This time she didn't make him stop. She needed to come too badly. And besides, this was never going to happen again. They'd agreed on that.
Jeff breathed a sigh of relief when his mom didn't protest his massage of her clit. He kept rimming the throbbing button with his fingertip, and Anita got flushed in the face and began to pant. Her hot little fist worked harder and faster on his stiff-standing cock as her own excitement grew. Jeff felt hot sticky juice from her cunt soaking his rimming finger.
"Am I doing this right, Mom?" he asked. "Anything else you'd rather have me do?"
The rimming of her clit was enticing, exciting, but she craved something in her cunt. Too embarrassed to say the words, she grasped the boy's thick middle finger and guided it to the slippery tight opening of her cunt. Jeff got the idea instantly, and as she let go, he eased the finger stiffly into her box, filling her with the hard meat.
"Ahhhhhh, yesssss," she breathed.
Jeff began to finger-fuck her in short urgent jabs, and she couldn't help gurgling with pleasure. No way could she control her horny heavy creaming, which quickly soaked his jerking finger. Her eager fist zipped faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock. Hot sticky cream bubbled from his piss hole and soaked her fingers, making her pumping slick and easy. Both mother and son were moaning steadily now as they hurtled toward climax.
"Ahhhhh, shit, Mom, that feels so good," Jeff cried.
"Just keep doing that, honey," Anita whimpered, "I'm almost there."
She was vaguely aware that this was her own teenage son she was jacking off, her own little boy who was finger-fucking her, but it didn't seem important, not just now. All that mattered was for both of them to get off. Anita was about to go crazy with need, and she knew Jeff was in the same anguished state. If they could just take care of each other, then maybe they could think straight again.
"Do it to me, do it to me," she panted, her fiery-hot cuntal tube steadily tightening around his pumping finger.
"Ahhhh, yeah, Mom, get me off," Jeff groaned.
The horny boy was the first to come. He gave a yelp, and then he was jetting thick wads of cream into the air. They arched high, then splattered down on his belly.
"Awwwwww, shit, I'm coming!" he yelled.
But no sooner had he shot his load than he began jerking his finger again in his mother's slick little box, and in another second she was coming. He felt her cunt going tight around his finger, and then there was a huge sizzling rush of cream. Her big-titted body began to buck and writhe.
"Ooooooooo, honey, you did it to me, I'm coming!" Anita screamed.
She writhed for almost a minute, hot blasts of pleasure rocking her body, Jeff's stiff finger pumping hard in her convulsing box. But the moment she finished coming, she realized what she'd done, and she blushed furiously and jerked away from her son.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Jeff," Anita said as she scurried off the bed and grabbed for some clothes, "what we just did was very wrong, and we mustn't ever do it again. We have to forget it ever happened. Now let's go have dinner and behave like a normal family."
Jeff knew from the tone of her voice that there was no point in arguing with her, so he just pulled on his jeans and went out to the kitchen to continue his dinner preparations. He really couldn't understand why Mom was so upset. He'd had a terrific time when they got each other off, and he was sure she'd loved it, too. He'd never heard the word "incest" and wouldn't have been impressed if he had.
But grownups were different, he realized. They had all kinds of weird hang-ups, especially when it came to having fun. He'd just have to play along with Mom for awhile, till she calmed down. Then maybe they could do some more nice things to each other. Jeff hummed to himself as he set the steaks to broil and began putting the dishes on the table. Pretty soon Anita appeared, fully dressed and looking very nervous.
"Relax, Mom," Jeff said, giving her a quick hug. "It's all over now, okay?"
"Okay, honey," Anita sighed, returning his squeeze. "You're such a good son, I should have known you'd understand."
Jeff understood, all right. He understood that for some crazy reason it bothered her that they'd made love. So the thing to do was respect and soothe her feelings. He kept the conversation light during dinner, helped her with the dishes, and then afterwards they went to watch TV like they always did in the evenings. Anita lounged on the couch with an after-dinner drink, and Jeff stretched out beside her.
As they watched their favorite shows and exchanged occasional comments, his mind kept drifting back to their exciting love-making. He couldn't forget how expertly and eagerly his pretty mother had jacked him off. He couldn't forget, either, how hot and juicy and tight her cunt had been, the perfect sheath for his horny teenage cock. He'd give anything to get in there with his swollen hard fuck-tool. His cock began to stiffen as he thought about it.
"Get you another drink, Mom?" he asked when the next commercial came on.
"Oh, yes, thank you, darling," Anita said, handing him her glass.
Jeff made it a double. He had to get her relaxed and sexy-feeling, because he wasn't going to rest till he'd tried to seduce her again. All he could think about was his steadily swelling prick and how great it would feel to cram it into his mother's juicy little pussy hole. He remembered his dad fucking her, hammering his huge boner in her cunt, and how she'd wailed with ecstasy as she took it. Jeff just had to have that experience for himself.
He handed her her drink, and she gave him a grateful smile. She sipped it and didn't seem to notice how strong it was. Jeff grabbed the chance to stare down the front of her half-open shirt and ogle her ripe cleavage. His eyes darted to her crotch, where tight pants outlined her mound. He was undressing her with his eyes, and his cock was stiffening all the while, growing into a big hard bulge that tented his jeans.
Anita had her eyes on the TV screen, but her thoughts were somewhere else. She was wondering how in the world she could be so horny. Two men had gotten her off today-Rich and her own son. She'd come several times. So why was she still achingly lusty? Maybe it was because she had so much need stored up. Her normal female needs just weren't being taken care of now that she and Burt were apart so much. That lust had built and built till one or even two love-making sessions couldn't take care of it.
Well, there was only one thing she could do about it. She'd excuse herself early, go to bed, and play with herself till she'd finally drained off her stored-up passion. But even as she thought about it, the idea didn't appeal to her much. She could make herself come, all right, but her fingers were no substitute for what she really craved-a big hard cock pounding and reaming in her famished twat.
Jeff noticed that his mother was draining the double-strength drink and squirming impatiently. Obviously she was preoccupied with some problem. He scooted closer to her, till their thighs touched, and he eased one long arm around her shoulders. This was nothing unusual. He often did this when comforting her. Anita sighed and laid her cheek on his shoulder. As she often did, she set a hand on his leg and gave it a squeeze.
"Something's bothering you, Mom," Jeff said. "Wanta tell me about it?"
"I miss your father," Anita sighed. "I almost wish we hadn't decided to buy this damned house. With both of us working, we hardly ever see each other."
Jeff hid his impatience. It was always the old man with her, Burt this and Burt that. Jeff wanted to tell her that she didn't have to be lonely when Dad was on the road. Her own son was ready, willing and able to meet all her needs-including her need for sex. But of course she didn't realize that. She had the dumb idea that only Dad could be her lover. Jeff decided to prove otherwise.
"I know you miss Dad," he said, kissing her forehead softly, "but there's no reason for you to feel frustrated while he's away. I'm here, Mom. Just feel this."
He took her hand and set it down on the big hard bulge of his crotch. Anita felt his cock throbbing right through his clothes, and she shivered with excitement. She creamed heavily, the molten liquid soaking through her panties. This was her own son's cock she was touching, but she was so horny it didn't matter. A cock was a cock, and she needed one desperately.
When she didn't jerk her hand away from his fly, Jeff knew he stood a chance with her. He quickly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the bulging cups of her little lacy bra. The bra had a front fastening, and he popped it open. The bra cups separated, and her big creamy-skinned tits tumbled out into their own natural thrust. Anita shivered and moaned as Jeff cupped her sensitive tits in his hot hands.
"Honey," she sighed, "we weren't gonna do this again."
"Sshhh," Jeff whispered, "nobody'll know but us."
He began to massage and mold her tits, and she sank back against his shoulder and let him do it. She was absolutely starved for a man's touch, and she simply couldn't resist letting him fondle her, even if he was her own son. Automatically she began to stroke and squeeze his cock through his jeans, and it responded by lurching and throbbing. That hot hard-on excited her out of her mind. She couldn't help thinking how great it would feel in her cunt.
But of course that was out of her question. No way was she going to fuck her own son. That would be incest, horrible. No, they'd just play around with each other like they'd done before, get each other off in more innocent ways. She wouldn't fuck Jeff any more than she'd fucked Rich. Or so she told herself as her lust grew to the boiling point, her hand moving more and more eagerly over the boy's pulsating prick.
Jeff knew he could appeal to her motherly instincts. "My cock aches, Mom," he said hoarsely. "Please take it out and play with it."
Anita obeyed instantly, just as she'd always done when her little boy needed comfort. She got his jeans open, and his engorged prick snapped free, practically jumping into her hand. She fisted it eagerly, pumping all the way up to the swollen purple head, where she smeared her fist with the cream that oozed from his piss hole. She whisked her juice-moistened fingers up and down his rigid shaft.
"Ahhhhh, yeah," Jeff sighed.
So far, so good. At least they were picking up where they'd left off. But Jeff wanted to go a lot farther than that. Tonight he wouldn't be content unless he got his stiff prick into his mom's juicy little cunt. He wouldn't rest till he'd finally lost his damned virginity. But again he knew he was going to have to move slowly and carefully. Anita still had this silly hang-up about fucking anybody but her husband.
He fondled her luscious big tits till the nipples were rigid and throbbing. Then he quickly reached down and unzipped her jeans. Anita moaned a little but didn't protest, and he understood that it was okay for him to touch. He grasped her jeans and panties and tugged them down to her knees. He petted her hot blond bush, then snaked a finger between the furry lips and touched the scorching wet flesh of her gash. As he began to rub, Anita moaned loudly.
"Ohhhhh, honey, that feels so good," she cried.
Her pussy was sizzling and soaked, and it throbbed urgently against his sawing finger. Innocent as he was, Jeff recognized that his mom was achingly horny. This woman was in urgent need of sex. Too bad she believed that only one man in the world could give it to her. Tonight Jeff wanted to change her thinking about that. He found the tiny mouth of her cunt and socked his middle finger stiffly into it.
Jeff was finger-fucking her, and she loved that hard jerking presence in her cunt. A big stiff cock would have been even better, but this was damned good. It was certainly better than a lonely session of masturbation. Anita slumped back and gurgled with enjoyment as he pumped his finger deep and fast in her juicy little twat. Her cream-slicked fist pumped rapidly around the boy's throbbing prick.
"Mmmmm, yes, baby, let's get each other off this way," she sighed.
Jeff didn't answer, just jerked his thick mid die finger faster in her cunt. He didn't intend to get off this way. The only way he wanted to come was deep in his mother's sizzling, sucking cunt. But first he had to get her so frantically aroused that she couldn't refuse him. He finger-fucked her with lightning speed, and her head lolled back as she spun out of control.
"Oooooo, Jeff, honey, ooooooo," she squealed.
Her cunt was molten-hot around his finger, and it was tightening and tugging, trying to draw him even deeper into her smoldering pussy tunnel. Jeff plunged his finger into her as far as he could, and she whimpered in ecstasy and soaked the stiff meat with huge bursts of sizzling cream. She arched and stiffened her body, greedy for the red-hot friction.
"Unnnhhhh, shit, I'm almost there," she gasped.
Jeff remembered the extreme sensitivity of her clit, and he went for it with his free hand. He pressed a fingertip to the wildly throbbing button and rubbed it fast, at the same time pumping his stiff finger deep and hard in her cunt. The combination put her over the edge. He felt her cunt clamp like a vise around his finger, and then his whole hand was soaked with a huge rush of molten come-cream.
"Unnnhhhh, baby, unnnhhhhh!" Anita wailed, her curvy little body wracked by a violent orgasm.
Jeff was close to coming just from watching her and feeling the hot convulsions of her cunt and clit. He ached to feel all that action while his cock was buried to the hilt in her cunt. Impatiently he watched her climax, wondering how he could persuade her to go even farther than this. Finally her spasms ended and she gave him a shy smile.
"Oh, baby, we really shouldn't have done that," she sighed.
"But it was nice, right?" Jeff smiled. "And besides, we're not finished yet. You haven't gotten me off."
In the throes of her orgasm she'd let go of his cock and completely forgotten about jacking him off. Now she looked down in surprise and saw that his teenager boner was still standing up, still drooling and ready. Even though she'd just come like a bomb, her lust returned in full force as she eyed her son's handsome young boner.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," she said. "How do you want me to get you off?"
Jeff could have told her, but he didn't want to scare her off. "To begin with," he said hoarsely, "I'd like us to have all our clothes off. It's a lot more exciting that way."
Anita didn't really approve, but she went along with it to please him. She wanted it to be a super-good climax for him, since he'd brought her off so well. They hastily stripped, and then Jeff had her stretch out beside him, face to face, on the couch. She started to reach for his cock, but before she could reach it he pulled her tightly against him and kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth.
Their bellies were pressed together, his cock trapped between them, and there was no way Anita could grasp it and pump it. It was driving her wild, lurching and throbbing against her belly, leaving sticky trails of hot juice. More than anything in the world she wanted to just open her legs and let him cram that rockhard prick into her seething little cunt. And if he hadn't been her son, she would have done exactly that.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," she moaned.
Jeff knew this was the big moment, his final chance. If he didn't get her to fuck now, he never would, because there'd never be a better opportunity. She was stark naked in his arms, turned on like crazy, accepting his deep tongue-kiss. Taking her off guard, Jeff rolled on top of her and used his knees to force her legs apart. Before she could react, he was sinking down between her thighs, and she couldn't close them.
"Jeff, no," she gasped.
He paid no attention. Anita felt the rockhard head of his cock stabbing around against her slippery pussy, seeking the mouth of her cunt. She was stunned. She really hadn't expected the boy to try to fuck her. Then suddenly he hit the target. His swollen cock head split and stretched her juicy cunt lips, and he groaned as he crammed her full of throbbing meat. Anita almost blacked out with pleasure.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, yeah," Jeff groaned.
"Unnnhhhhh, ohhhhh," Anita sobbed.
Not until that second had she realized how urgently she needed to be fucked. Oh, she knew she was horny. She knew she wasn't getting as much sex as she needed. But she hadn't known just how deep her need was-so deep that she'd fuck her own son. Because no way was she going to reject him now that she had his cock inside her. It just felt too damned good. She'd die if she let him go now.
She clung to him, clawing his shoulders and arching her body to take his pile-driving prick as deep as she could get it. She began to cream furiously, the molten liquid overflowing her creamed box and gushing down her ass crack. No way could she stop that frantic creaming. She felt herself rising quickly to a fever-pitch of arousal, her self-control flying out the window. All she could think about was coming.
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhhh," she moaned.
Jeff was damned close to coming himself, but unwilling to give up this fantastic pleasure so soon. His first fuck was even better than he'd dreamed. His mom's cunt was deliciously snug around his hammering cock, and it was hot and slippery with juice. He could feel her creaming all over his meat. He wanted those wonderful sensations to go on forever.
"Awwwwwww, Mom, it's so good," he cried.
Anita reddened, wishing he wouldn't call her "Mom" while they were fucking. It sure as hell made their incest obvious. But her cunt was on fire with need, and soon it didn't matter what he called her, just as long as he kept fucking her. She didn't think she could ever get enough of his hard-driving adolescent prick.
Jeff raised himself on his elbows to study his mother's face as he fucked her. She was flushed, and her features were twisted into a lusty grimace. Her eyes were tightly closed. It seemed pretty obvious that she was enjoying his cock, yet she wouldn't admit it. She was still uptight about fucking him. Jeff hoped he could break through that last bit of resistance. He fucked into her even harder, and she groaned and soaked his cock with another helpless flood of cream.
"You like it, don't you, Mom?" he asked hoarsely. "It's good for you, isn't it?"
Anita just got redder and didn't reply. But by now an answer wasn't necessary. Even though it was Jeff's very first fuck, he could tell that his partner was as horny as him. In the first place, she wasn't protesting or trying to push him away. And in the second place, she was starting to fuck back at him, her hips moving to his own quick urgent rhythm. She met each deep lunge of his cock with a greedy upward thrust of her hips.
"Ohhh, my God," she sobbed, "ohhhh."
"Yeah, Mom, I know," Jeff moaned. "Just relax and enjoy it, okay? Nobody'll ever know about this except us, I promise."
That might have relaxed her a little, but she still wasn't saying anything. Jeff couldn't keep from coming much longer. The red-hot friction between cock and cunt was driving him wild, and his jizz-filled balls felt ready to burst. He fucked into her faster and faster, making her petite body shudder with the impact. Anita fucked right back at him, her hips jerking furiously, her cream spurting out in scalding blasts.
The boy began to groan steadily as he hurtled toward orgasm, and he pounded his cock almost savagely in his mother's griping, searing fuck hole. The living room echoed with their moans and gasps and with the obscene sucking noises Jeff's prick was making as it reamed the thick juice from Anita's box. Anita clung to him and whimpered, knowing she couldn't hold back her climax much longer, yet wishing the wonderful feelings would never end.
Instinctively she tightened her twat around her son's jackhammering prick, and the pleasure built in her pussy till she could barely stand it. She hovered on the very brink of an explosive climax, whimpering and gurgling. She could hardly remember ever being so insanely aroused. But the dam had to burst sometime, and finally it did.
"Ohhhhh, Jeff, honey, I'm coming!" she screamed.
That set Jeff off, but good. "Awwwwwww, fuckin' shit, aaagghhhh!" he yelled, exploding his come into his mother's sucking womb.
Anita gurgled and sobbed with ecstasy as the powerful orgasmic spasms rocked her body and Jeff flooded her cunt with his hot thick jism. It was a delicious sensation, but it ended all too soon. She was coming back to reality, her lust satisfied, and she was terribly aware that her own teenage son had his jetting cock buried deep in her cunt. As he finally rolled off her, she blushed hotly.
"Easy, Mom," Jeff said, giving her a peck on the cheek, "we'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? Right now you look like you need some rest."
CHAPTER FIVE
Anita was grateful for her son's tact. She went right to bed and slept like a log, her lusty pussy satisfied for a change. She slept long and well, waking only as she sensed somebody climbing into bed with her. She opened her eyes and saw Jeff smiling at her. He was stark naked.
"Good morning," he said. "I just couldn't wait a second longer to be with you again." Anita looked at him and melted. He'd kick ed back the covers, and there was his sleek tan body for her to ogle, the nicely-muscled but hairless chest, the lean hard arms and legs. Of course her hungry eyes darted to his cock, and she wasn't surprised to find it rigid, hugging his flat belly and drooling thick streams of juice. Her pussy responded, going swollen and moist and hot.
Jeff reached for the hem of her short nightie, and she didn't resist as he pulled it off over her head, leaving her naked. Then he pulled her into his arms, and their bodies met in a delicious electric shock. He kissed her, jabbing his wet tongue into her mouth, and she tongued him back. She seethed with longing as she felt his eager young cock straining against her and leaving spots of hot sticky cream. Suddenly all she could think about was getting that stiff boner into her cunt again.
"Mmmmmm, baby," she murmured as they came up for air.
Jeff could see that she was a lot less shy this morning. She seemed to have accepted their hot attraction for each other and it was obvious that she couldn't resist it. She was writhing against him right now, rubbing her mound wantonly against his stiff cock. She was inviting him to fuck her, and he was damned well going to grab at the invitation.
Snorting with lust, he rolled her onto her back, and she eagerly bent her legs and opened them wide, letting him sink down between her silky thighs. Today there were no protests, no gasps of shock. He pressed the hard head of his dick into the juicy pit of her cunt mouth, and she moaned with excitement. He began to push into her, and she shivered violently and drenched his meat with scalding juice.
"Yes, baby, yessss," she hissed, "get into me, give me every inch of your cock."
Now that was more like it. Jeff was finally fucking the woman of his dreams, a lusty and responsive beautiful older woman who just happened to be his mother. He sank fully into her molten depths, till his balls touched her slit, then held that position a moment, savoring it. His swollen cock was fully sheathed in her deliciously clinging and juicy cunt.
"Ahhhh, Mom, it feels so damned good," he sighed.
"Yes, it does, baby," she agreed, her voice hoarse with excitement.
He began to move inside her, fucking her in slow sensuous strokes to begin with, not wanting to hurry. That suited Anita fine. She didn't have to go to work till afternoon, and she'd just as soon spend the whole morning fucking. Her slim hips worked to her son's rhythm, rising and falling to take his stiff cock as deep as she could get it.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, that's it, baby," she moaned, "fuck me good, fuck me forever."
All her guilt and reservations of last night were gone. Her unconscious mind must have settled things while she slept, because she felt no pressure to hold back. She was letting herself go completely, telling Jeff how much she loved fucking him. There were no more barriers between mother and son as Jeff steadily pistoned his rock-hard cock in Anita's juicy and inviting pussy hole. They writhed and moaned together, forgetting everything around them.
At that moment Burt Daniels was pulling up in the driveway. He'd knocked himself out to get home a few days early from his haul, and he'd been driving all night, but that didn't keep him from looking forward to a great fuck with his wife. He knew Anita had the afternoon shift at the cafe and that Jeff would be leaving for school soon. He and Anita would have the house all to themselves, and they could fuck up a storm.
Their last fuck had reminded him of how good it could be, and he'd resolved to be with her more often. That was why he'd finished his haul as fast as possible and hurried home. His mind was on his wife's curvy little body, so firm and slim even at thirty-two, and on her fantastically muscular and squeezing twat. His cock swelled to full hardness as he thought about cramming his stiff boner into that molten little hole.
He left the car in front, not bothering with putting it away in the garage. He didn't have time for that. He used his key in the front door, being quiet in case his family was still asleep. He entered the house and found the drapes drawn, the living room and kitchen empty. Apparently Anita and Jeff were still sleeping, and yet he seemed to hear odd noises coming from down the hall. Quietly he walked in that direction, the sound of his work boots muffled by the thick carpet.
"Ohhhh, baby, ohhhhh," came Anita's lust-hoarse voice.
Burt stopped still and reddened. He knew that sound, all right. It was the sound his wife made when she was being very well fucked. He'd never heard her make that sound under any other circumstances. So Anita was getting it on with another guy? Right there in the house while Jeff slept? Seething with anger, Burt moved closer and peered into the open bedroom doorway.
"Oh, my God," he gasped.
Anita was fucking somebody else-their own son.
Burt ducked back a little so as not to be seen, his senses reeling. He couldn't believe what he'd just seen, yet a second look confirmed it. Anita and Jeff were writhing naked on the bed, Anita on the bottom with her legs bent and wide open. Jeff was on top, hammering his rigid cock in and out of her cunt. There was no rape. Both of them were moaning with pleasure and pawing each other.
"Is it good, Mom?" Jeff asked hoarsely. "Am I fucking you good?"
"Yes, honey, I love it," Anita moaned, "I just love the way you're fucking me."
If there was any doubt left in Burt's mind, that exchanged of words cleared it up. Anita and Jeff were having an affair. Mother and son were fucking. Burt wondered how long it had been going on, but he was pretty sure it was recent. This might even be their first or second fuck. Anita had been so jumpy and horny, so lonely without him, that perhaps she'd finally lost her self-control.
Burt knew he wasn't giving her enough sex, and at times he'd worried about her cheating on him. Now it had happened, but in a way he'd never dreamed of. Instead of going to another man, a stranger, she'd turned to their own son. It was pretty convenient, Burt had to admit. A horny woman couldn't asked for a better lover than a perpetually lusty adolescent boy who lived right in her own house.
Burt was running these things through his mind, but he was still in a state of shock as he watched Jeff's steel-stiff cock pistoning in and out of Anita's hot little pussy hole. The blue-veined shaft glistened with her helplessly gushing cream. Jeff was fucking her faster and faster as his excitement mounted, and her jerking hips were keeping pace. She was fucking right back at him, taking his hammering cock deep in her molten cunt. Burt hadn't seen her so aroused in months.
"Yes, baby, fuck me harder," she whimpered, clinging to her son's humping body, "fuck my pussy good."
In spite of his shock, Burt's cock gave a lusty lurch and strained against the tight confinement of his jeans. Anita's lust-hoarsened voice brought back many sexy memories. She'd used that voice only for him, up to now. He could almost feel her hot velvety cunt gripping and squeezing his cock, almost feel her clawing his shoulders and biting his neck as she hurtled to the brink of orgasm.
"Unnnnhhhh, honey, I'm gonna come," she sobbed. "Fuck me real hard, baby, as hard as you can."
"I sure will, Mom," Jeff said, his face the picture of lusty bliss.
Burt's cock drooled and throbbed as he watched his son take Anita over the edge. Jeff's trim ass jerked with lightning speed, and his flat belly smacked loudly against Anita's body. He drilled his rigid prick into her faster and faster, and she took it with gurgles and squeals of delight, her pretty face twisting into a horny grimace. She closed her eyes tightly and arched her body to take his sawing shaft over her engorged clit. Burt knew from experience that she was about to come like crazy.
"Unnnhhhh, honey, I love it," she sobbed.
Burt had a brief wild urge to strip and run into the bedroom, to push his son aside and cram his achingly swollen cock into his wife's sizzling pussy hole. But he knew he had no right to do that, even if she was his wife, even if she was cheating on him. It was his own damned fault that she was cheating in the first place. This incestuous affair would never have happened if he'd done his duty as a husband.
Many times he could have gotten home earlier, traded runs with single guys, been with Anita more often. But Burt had his own guilty secrets, several girls in several towns who were always ready for an overnight guest and some recreational fucking, no strings attached. He'd had fun-and now he was paying the price. He'd left his pretty little wife so desperate that she'd turned to their teenage son for relief. There wasn't anything Burt could say to condemn her.
Now she was moaning in that hoarse hungry voice he knew so well, and she was arching her body higher and higher to take Jeff's pile-driving cock as deep as she could get it. Her teeth flashed in a lusty grimace, and her big ripe tits shook like jello as the boy pounded his cock into her with all the speed and force at his command. She stiffened for a moment, gasped, and then her body began to convulse.
"Ahhhhh, baby, you did it to me, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhhh, God, am I ever coming!"
Jeff held out a second longer, savoring the sensations Burt knew so well-Anita's spasming cunt gripping and releasing his meat in a hard hungry rhythm. But the achingly horny teenager couldn't delay his own urgent climax. His eyes rolled back in his head, then closed, and he began to hammer his steaming load into his mother's squeezing cunt.
"Whaaahhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" he groaned.
"Cream me, Jeff," Anita sobbed, clinging to his furiously humping body, "fill me with your come, honey."
Burt shivered lustily. It had been years since she'd said all those naughty and exciting things to him, and he realized that he'd been doing a pretty sloppy job in bed lately. He also realized that those other women weren't worth the trouble they were causing in his marriage. In order to be with a few cheap one-night stands, he was losing his family. That was too high a price to pay. But what was he going to do about it? Was it even possible to win Anita back from Jeff, or had things gone too far between them?
As they came down from their howling mutual climax, they stayed embraced, and they kissed affectionately. "Mmmmm, darling, that was wonderful," Anita sighed.
"I'm glad you liked it, Mom," Jeff said adoringly. "Let's do some more."
"You'll be late for school," Anita protested.
"We're just having an assembly this morning," Jeff said. "I can be two hours late and not miss any classes. Just this once, please, Mom?"
Anita couldn't resist. As was usual with her lately, one orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy her. Their lusty fucking had only whetted her appetite.
"All right," she smiled, "but just this once."
She wriggled out from under Jeff and playfully pushed him onto his back. He looked puzzled but trusting, somehow sensing that his pretty mom had a nice surprise for him. Anita crouched beside him and fisted his cock, pumping it eagerly. Jeff sighed blissfully. He'd far rather be here in bed, having his sexy mother giving him a hand job, than be at that boring school assembly. His tireless teenage prick throbbed and began to swell, and Anita shivered with excitement as she felt it expanding and pushing her fingers wider apart.
Then she dipped her head down low, her hot breath tickling the sensitive head of his cock, and Jeff realized that this was going to be more than a hand job. He shivered with lust as her little pink tongue flashed out and contacted the fleshy knob with a delicious electric shock. She began to swirl her tongue around and around his cock head, and the boy moaned in bliss.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, Mom, that's terrific," he cried.
Burt felt like his cock was going to shoot its way out of his pants. He knew he ought to feel angry and jealous and all that, but all he felt was horny. He felt violently turned on as he watched his petite blond wife going down on their handsome dark-haired son. His eyes hungrily followed the swirling motions of Anita's busy tongue, and his prick gave a violent horny lurch and began to drool.
Anita hardly ever went down on him any more, but that was because he didn't give her a chance. He was always tired out or in a hurry to leave. Well, that wasn't going to be the case any longer. He was missing too much great stuff. No other woman excited him the way his wife did. And for some kinky reason he found her even more exciting now that she was getting it on with their son.
"Ahhhhh, shit, yessss," Jeff gasped.
Anita was tonguing her way down his cock and onto his swollen balls, soaking the furry bags with her hot spit. Jeff's eyes shut tightly and his face twisted into a horny grimace as his pretty mom lathered his nut sacs and cock with her warm saliva. She didn't miss an inch, Burt noted, and she took her time, savoring her work. Then she opened her lips wide and eased them down around Jeff's stiff-standing boner.
He almost shot his load as her velvety hot mouth encased his meat. She took in more than half his seven-inch prick, and she fisted and pumped the rest. Jeff had had hundreds of jack-off fantasies about women going down on him, but this was the first time it had actually been done to him. He loved it. He lay there groaning in ecstasy as Anita began to work her hot mouth slickly up and down his throbbing shaft.
"Shit, yeah," he gasped.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmm," Anita moaned.
Hot juice was bubbling from Jeff's piss hole, and she gobbled it up as fast as she could get it, loving the salty flavor. She made a lewd wet slurping sound as she sucked up his cream, and the sound was punctuated with his groans and gasps. Her blond head bobbed briskly up and down, and her swinging stiff-nippled tits grazed his body. For Jeff it was the supreme masturbation fantasy brought to life.
It was pretty exciting for his father, too. Burt watched his wife giving that hungry, noisy blow job, and once more he had a momentary urge to race into the room and demand some action for himself. But he knew that wasn't the way to approach the problem. He couldn't go charging in there like a caveman, demanding his woman. He'd forfeited his right to her faithfulness, and now he had to win her back.
But it was difficult to do any rational planning when he was horny out of his mind. He knew exactly what delicious sensations Jeff was experiencing as Anita worked her mouth hotly and hungrily around his cock. Burt replayed a few of her masterful blow-jobs and almost came in his jeans. He was going out of his mind with need, and right now there was only one way to spell relief. He slipped silently into the bathroom for a quick, efficient jack off.
He didn't bother closing the door, knowing that any sounds he made would he drowned out by Jeff's groaning and Anita's noisy wet sucking. As he brought himself off, however, he almost wished he'd closed the door to avoid those enticing sounds. He could hear his wife's wet lips zipping up and down the boy's cock, hear her hungry slurping sounds as she gobbled his cream. And of course Jeff was letting her know how much he enjoyed it.
"Ahhhh, Mom, that's fantastic," the boy cried hoarsely, "I think I'm gonna come. Can't I fuck you again, please?"
Burt came, shuddering violently and barely managing to choke back a bellow of lust. By the time he'd zipped up and returned to his spying post, Anita was crouching in the doggy position, her cute little ass raised high, and Jeff was kneeling behind her and ogling her wet pink slit. The boy fisted his rigid boner and wedged the swollen head between her delicate cunt lips. With a lusty snort he crammed his meat into her, reaching her womb in one greedy thrust.
"Ahhhhh, shit, ahhhh," he moaned.
"Oooooo, baby, yes," Anita gasped, "stick that big thing into me."
Those were the very words she'd used with Burt, last time they fucked. His place had sure as hell been taken-and by his own son. But he had nobody to blame but himself. He watched grimly as Jeff fucked the woman they both wanted. Anita clawed the bed and gurgled with pleasure as she took the teenager's jackhammering cock. Hot cream overflowed her twat and ran down her inner thighs.
"Unnnhhhh, baby, you're fucking me so good," she panted, "so damned good."
"I love fucking you, Mom," Jeff moaned. "I just wish we never had to stop."
Burt turned and walked quietly to the front door. If he was going to start the car and leave without them hearing him, he'd better do it now while they were both moaning so loudly. He needed to go somewhere and think. He had to win his family back, make both his wife and his son happy, but he hadn't figured out how to do that yet. He just knew it wasn't going to be easy. Jeff and Anita might not want to give each other up.
Just as he was reaching for the doorknob, he heard Anita's hoarse ecstatic voice crying, "Ahhhhhh, honey, I'm coming, ahhhhh!"'
"Take my come, Mom," Jeff roared, "awwwwww, shit, yeah!"
Burt hurried out of the house, hopped into his car, and coasted quietly down the driveway. He'd go to a quiet bar someplace and try to figure out his next move. But it was going to be hard to think of anything else but what he'd just witnessed-his wife and son making incestuous love, right in his own bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Jeff made it to school just as the assembly was ending, but for the rest of the day he found it hard to keep his mind on his classes. All he could think about was the exciting lovemaking he'd had with his mother and how anxious he was to get back to her again.
The day seemed about a million years long, but finally the last bell rang, and Jeff grabbed up his books and jostled his way out of the classroom. He was tearing down the hall as fast as he could go, when he almost ran into Mary Lou Gregory, a cute but frosty blond. He skidded to a halt, and Mary Lou frowned at him.
"Boy, Jeff, you sure are stuck up today," she said.
"Stuck up?" Jeff said, puzzled.
"You haven't even said hello to me, and we have a date tonight," she explained.
Oh, shit, Jeff thought.
In the excitement of seducing his mother, he'd forgotten about his Friday night date with Mary Lou. That was really something, because he'd been trying to get a date with her for a long time. Now he was sorry he had one, because he'd much rather spend the evening making out with his mom. But he managed a big smile, resigning himself to his fate.
"Oh, yeah, right, Mary Lou," he said, "got any ideas about what you'd like to do tonight?"
"Honestly, Jeff," Mary Lou fumed, "we already agreed to go to the dance."
Jeff slapped his forehead. "Silly me," he said, "I guess I spaced out of it. What time should I pick you up?"
"Seven-thirty," Mary Lou snapped, "and please try to remember, okay?"
"Okay," Jeff said, taking off like a bullet.
Mary Lou looked after him, pissed off but intrigued. This wasn't the same shy and eager boy who'd asked her out two weeks ago. Jeff seemed downright indifferent to her, as if he had something more interesting on his mind than their date. Mary Lou wasn't used to being treated like that, and she had to admit it kind of turned her on. Jeff was a really cute guy, and now he was proving to be masterful, too.
Jeff grabbed a snack when he got home. There wouldn't be time to eat dinner with Anita, who didn't get off work till seven. He showered, dragged out his only suit, and got dressed for the dance, wishing all the time that the gym would blow up or Mary Lou would decide to go with some other guy. Then it was time to leave. Anita was just coming up the front walk when Jeff left.
"Mom," he said, "I'm really sorry, but I forgot I had a date tonight. I promised to take a girl to that dumb dance."
Anita could see that he was really disappointed, and she tried to hide her own unhappiness. "Well, you just go and have a good time, honey," she said, kissing him on the cheek, "and we'll get together later."
"Right, Mom," he said, brightening, "I'll get home as soon as I can."
His mother's hint of later fun made Jeff feel a lot better as he drove to Mary Lou's place. Still he wished the dance was over and he was back home, holding Anita's hot silky-skinned body against him. He knocked impatiently at Mary Lou's door and chatted with her parents while he waited for her. She was being late on purpose, like most girls, and he didn't like it.
Finally she was coming down the stairs, looking very pretty in a cherry-red evening dress, her light blond hair falling straight and clean to her waist. Ordinarily Jeff would have gotten a hard-on just from looking at her, but tonight all he could think of was getting their date over with. He hurried to open the door for her, steering her through by the elbow.
"Glad you could finally make it," he snapped.
Mary Lou stared at him and hardly dared speak as they drove to the high school gym where the dance was being held. She'd never been treated this way by a boy before. She was used to being begged, adored, flattered, and pampered. Jeff was treating her almost as if he didn't like her. She was intrigued-and more turned on to him than ever.
She spent the evening dancing with Jeff as much as possible, especially the close dances. She cuddled up to him, rubbed her body against him, and did everything she could to turn him on. She used every cock-teasing trick in her repertoire and got no results. This guy just wasn't interested in her. That had never happened to Mary Lou Gregory before, and she didn't know what to do about it. But she wasn't going to stand for it, that much she knew.
As time passed and Jeff yawned, Mary Lou began to feel desperate. Not only that, but there was another feeling, one she'd rarely experienced. Her pussy felt all hot and wet, and she began to realize that she was horny for this guy. Jeff's coldness and impatience were making her eager for him. She almost never let boys do more than kiss her, but with Jeff she suddenly wanted to do everything. And they couldn't get away with that at a dance.
"Jeff," she said, nuzzling his neck as they danced, "let's go someplace and make out."
"Huh?" Jeff said absent-mindedly. "Oh, ur, okay."
He didn't know what else to do but agree. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. But every minute with Mary Lou was a minute lost, as far as Jeff was concerned. It was another minute that he didn't get to spend with Anita. Sighing impatiently, he led Mary Lou out to the car and headed for a popular teenage parking spot, one that hadn't yet been discovered by the local cops.
He parked in a secluded place and turned to look at Mary Lou, who was regarding him eagerly. She looked gorgeous, as usual, and this was the warmest she'd ever been to him. She had a reputation for cock-teasing, for being sexy but cold. But tonight Jeff sensed that she actually wanted him to make a pass at her. Well, anything to get their date over with. He reached for her, drew her into his arms, and kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth.
He waited for Mary Lou to jerk away, slap his face, and demand that he take her home. That was what she did with all the other guys, he'd heard. But it didn't happen this time. She melted against him and tongued back at him, and he could have sworn she was genuinely aroused. She put her arms around his neck and clung to him, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. Jeff's interest began to pick up.
"Mmmm, mmm," Mary Lou murmured.
She'd never felt this hot for a guy before. In fact most of the time boys didn't turn her on at all. But Jeff's coldness was doing strange things to her. She felt like she just had to have him. As they worked their slippery tongues together, her pussy blazed with need, and she began to cream molten liquid that soaked into her panties. She'd never felt this horny in her young life.
Jeff was about to come up for air, and he wondered what his next move should be. Actually, he couldn't lose, he decided. No matter what he did, things would turn out okay. If Mary Lou gasped and slumped back against the seat. He began to squeeze and mold her tits, and it felt really exciting. Her nipples went rigid, poking into his palms.
"Oh, my gosh," she breathed.
She just hadn't realized how much fun it would be to let a boy play with her tits. Her pussy was creaming furiously now, and she felt all squirmy and turned on. Jeff still looked totally cool as he deftly molded and massaged her tits. Mary Lou had always been in charge before, as far as boys and dates were concern ed. She had boys begging just to hold her hand or give her a goodnight peck on the lips. Not with Jeff. Jeff was in charge here, and they both knew it.
Jeff realized he'd scored a first in getting Mary Lou Gregory's bra off, but that wasn't going to be enough to interest him-not since he'd made it with a grown woman. A week ago he would have been thrilled as shit, practically coming in his pants, to have gotten this far with Mary Lou. Now he felt impatient. He shoved his hands up under her dress and started pulling down her panties.
"Oh, Jeff, no," she gasped automatically.
"Want to go home?" he asked coolly.
"Well, no," she said meekly.
"Then don't hold out on me," he snapped. "I don't like cock-teasers, Mary Lou. We can either have some fun, or I can take you home-and that's it."
Mary Lou shut up. He eased her down on her back and slipped her dress off, putting it carefully in the back seat so it wouldn't get mussed up. Mary Lou liked that touch. Then he grasped the waistband of her bikini panties and slipped the little garment off, leaving her naked. She felt like she was in shock. No guy had ever seen her naked before.
Jeff sat there studying her body, taking his time. He wasn't going to come on like some urgently horny kid. He'd seen by now that his indifference was turning Mary Lou on, and he intended to exploit that advantage. His interest was really picking up now as he looked over her slim curvy body. Coolly he reached out and petted her small dark bush, and she shivered and whimpered softly.
Jeff began to undress. He just left her lying there naked and untouched while he carefully removed his suit and laid it in back. He pulled off his t-shirt but didn't touch his jockey shorts. Instead he grasped Mary Lou's wrists and pulled her to a sitting position. He took her hands and set them on the waistband of his shorts. Her fingers were shaking.
"Take my shorts off," he ordered.
Mary Lou found herself completely unable to resist him. She wasn't used to being ordered around, and she didn't know how to cope with it. Besides that, it turned her on. She eased his shorts down, breathless with excitement as she eyed a cock for the very first time. Jeff's engorged prick looked huge to her, bulging with blue veins, menacing.
"Play with it," he commanded.
"D-Do what?" she stammered.
Jeff sighed impatiently. "You don't even know how to jack a guy off?" he said. "Oh, well, here, I'll show you."
The next thing Mary Lou knew, she had her fingers wrapped around his dick was pumping it. She pumped away as if in a trance, hardly believing this was her. Jeff's cock felt very exciting to her, smooth and hard as a rock, yet throbbing against her fingers. She watched thick glistening cream oozing from his piss hole.
"Eat it," he barked.
"I-I don't know how," she said.
"Just lick it up," Jeff explained.
Mary Lou obediently dipped her head down, stuck out her tongue, and got her first taste of cock cream. She liked it. In fact she loved it after the first few swallows. Eagerly she lashed his swollen cock head with her hot juicy tongue, gobbling up the hot salty cream that trickled from the cleft. Jeff could feel her drooling onto the sensitive meat.
Well, Mom, he thought, I might be a little late.
His mother still aroused him a hundred times more than any girl his own age, but he just couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Mary Lou Gregory led the list of girls that Jeff and his friends wanted to fuck. She was also listed as the most difficult to get to first base with. Jeff felt that if he got into her pants he'd be performing a service for all mankind, or at least for all the guys at his school.
He leaned back and felt hot stabs of pleasure as Mary Lou's scorching little tongue cleaned his cock head. She got all the oozing juice but seemed eager for more. She used the stiff tip of her tongue to ream out his piss hole, drilling deep and getting all the salty cream she could. Once again she drooled all over his cock head, still hungry for his juice.
"Suck it," he urged hoarsely.
Mary Lou opened her mouth and brought it down around his rigid throbbing cock. The engorged meat stretched her lips wide, and she found she could take in only about half his length without choking. She caved in her cheeks and clumsily began to suck her first cock. Jeff shivered and moaned softly as the steamy flesh of her mouth caressed his swollen dick.
"Yeah, that's good," he rasped. "Suck my cock, Mary Lou, eat my juice."
Mary Lou felt wickedly turned on. Just a day ago she would have been unable to picture herself like this, stark naked in some guy's car, sucking on his prick. She didn't do things like that. She was saving it for a rich and important husband. But with Jeff all her buried urges came out, and she just couldn't help herself. She followed her natural lusty instincts, sucking hungrily on his prick and gobbling his juice.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmm," she moaned.
"Go for it, Mary Lou," Jeff leered.
He just wished he had a photo of this scene to show his buddies, because they were never going to believe that he'd gotten Mary Lou Gregory to go down on him. They'd laugh him out of the locker room. He shivered lustily as her hot mouth suctioned the juice from his piss hole. He was close to coming, but before that happened he wanted to see just how far this little cock-teaser was willing to go.
He reached down and slipped a hand between her legs and felt scorching wet flesh. He began to massage her pussy, and she whimpered and creamed into his palm. A girl wouldn't be able to fake that heavy hot creaming. Mary Lou was genuinely horny for him. Gently he lifted her head and let his spit-soaked cock snap from her lips. He lowered her down on the seat and spread her legs.
Mary Lou knew what was going to happen, and she could hardly believe she was allowing it, but she seemed unable to resist Jeff. He sank down between her legs, and she felt his steel-stiff cock poking her swollen pussy and seeking the mouth of her virgin cunt. Her lust boiled over, and she grabbed his cock and socked it into herself, the swollen head penetrating about an inch.
"Yesssss, Jeff," she hissed, "stick it into me, fuck me."
Neither Jeff nor Mary Lou could believe she'd said that, but the lewd words echoed in the car. Jeff gave a snort of lust and began easing his rigid cock into her untried cuntal tube. The fit was exquisitely tight around his lust-engorged cock, but she'd been creaming heavily and the way was slick. He went into her slowly, savoring each second of taking her cherry. He just wished the guys could see him now.
"Ohhhh, my gosh," Mary Lou moaned. Being fucked was a lot different from what she'd imagined. According to her mother, it was messy and painful, and nice girls didn't care much for it. They just closed their eyes and made lists of household chores. But Mary Lou wasn't feeling any pain, and she didn't see anything messy about that nice smooth cock filling up her horny little cunt. The deeper he got, the more excited she became.
"Oooooo, Jeff, ooooo," she squealed.
"Like it?" he grinned.
"Mmmmmm, I love it," she gurgled.
She was creaming heavily and steadily around his meat. He finally touched bottom. Then he shoved his hands under her firm little ass, got a good tight grip, and began pistoning his meat in her juicy pussy hole. Mary Lou squealed with delight and clung to him, digging her fingers into his shoulders. The two horny kids went at each other noisily and hungrily.
"Ooooooo, Jeff, that feels so damned good," Mary Lou squealed.
"It sure as hell does," Jeff moaned blissfully.
He fucked her faster and faster as his excitement grew, till her slender body shuddered with the impact, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact the faster he did it to her, the more wild she got, moaning and wailing and creaming like crazy. The car began to rock and creak as the horny teenagers hurtled toward orgasm. For the moment, at least, Jeff forgot all about his mother waiting for him.
"Ahhhhh, fuckin' shit, it's good," he groaned.
"Unnnhhh, Jeff, you're getting me so excited," Mary Lou sobbed, "I think I'm gonna come."
She blushed a little as she said it, for the only way she'd ever come before was by playing with herself, which she considered a very naughty thing to do. But there was no denying that her pussy was almost on overload, threatening to explode with pleasure. She arched her body, rubbing her clit hard against the hammering shaft of Jeff's cock, and that did it.
"Whaahhhhh, Jeff, I'm coming!" she howled. "Ohhhhhh, shit, ohhhhhh!"
Her freshly deflowered cunt squeezed and sucked at his cock, and Jeff roared and shot his load. "Take my come, Mary Lou, take it!" he cried. "Awwwww, fuck, aaagghhhh!"
Mary Lou was sweet and warm and humble as he drove her home, and she wouldn't get out of the car till they'd scheduled another date. Jeff looked forward to making out with her again, but right now he had something a lot more compelling and urgent on his mind. He knew his sexy little mom was impatiently waiting for him at home, her pussy hot and needy. He could hardly wait to see her.
"Good night, Jeff," Mary Lou sighed as he kissed her on the porch.
"'Night," Jeff said, racing for the car and leaving her looking after him adoringly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Anita was crushed when she met Jeff hurrying out of the house to keep his almost forgotten date. Of course he had to go. He couldn't stand the girl up. But Anita felt like crying as she contemplated another long evening by herself, lonely and horny.
All day at work she'd been looking forward to another steamy and exciting evening with her horny teenage son. She was beyond feeling guilty or uptight. Her only thought was to wring as much pleasure as possible from her relationship with Jeff, to glue herself on lovemaking, till her bottled-up needs were finally satisfied. And if anyone could do that for her, it was Jeff and his tireless adolescent cock.
She was plenty horny when she left the bus and walked to her house, and she could hardly wait to slip in the door and drop her clothes and leap into bed with Jeff. Then had come the big disappointment of finding he had a date. Anita dragged into the house, listlessly dropped her purse in a chair, and went to make herself a drink. She wasn't interested in eating dinner. The only thing she was interested in was getting laid, and there was no chance of that tonight.
She sipped her drink and tried to pull herself together. Maybe Jeff would get home in time for a little love-making after all. And in a few days Burt would be home-for what that was worth. They might get in a few quick fucks before he went on the road again. Meanwhile there was no point sitting around feeling sorry for herself. She drained her drink and went to take a shower.
As she soaped her sleek curvy body, Anita decided to treat herself to an evening of beating off. If she couldn't have a man, at least she could get some fun from her own fingers. She didn't bother to dress after showering. She wandered naked back to the living room, made herself another drink, and took it back to the master bedroom. She lounged on the bed, shivering lustily as her naked body rubbed the fake-fur spread.
Luckily she knew exactly where Burt kept his "secret" cache of girlie magazines, so she'd have something exciting to masturbate to. She used the magazine now and then when she wanted a special treat, and now she reached under the mattress on Burt's side and slipped out one of the magazines. It didn't matter which one she chose. They were all arousing to her. She flipped the pages and found a big color photo of a young couple fucking.
Anita liked that one. It showed everything that turned her on. The young woman, a big-titted redhead, was on her back with her legs spread wide and draped over the guy's shoulders. He was just inserting his rigid blue-veined cock into her cunt, and her features were twisted in ecstasy. Anita's blood boiled at the sight, and she felt a big hot rush of cream from her cunt as she imagined herself in the girl's place.
"Yes," she grinned, "this one will do just fine."
She set the photo beside her on the bed, where she could easily study it, and she began to play with herself, using her stiff index finger to caress the sensitive moist flesh of her gash. She was just going to take her time, she decided, no rush jobs. Jeff couldn't possibly get back for another two hours. She had the house all to herself, and she could be completely uninhibited.
Or so she thought. What she didn't know was that Burt was standing in the dark hallway watching her.
Burt had spent a long time that day thinking over the situation, and he'd decided that all he could do was come home and talk things over with Anita and Jeff. He wanted back into the family, but he realized that mother and son might be reluctant to end their affair-and with good reason. Burt had neglected both of them, but now he was asking them to break it up, to give him back his dominant place as head of the family. That was going to take quite a bit of persuasion, but he had no other choice.
While Anita was in the shower, he'd parked in the garage and entered the house. He'd noticed that the second car was gone, and now he saw Anita's purse lying in a chair. That meant Jeff was out, Anita home alone. And that put a very different picture on things. Burt heard the shower running, and he got a hard-on as he imagined his pretty little wife naked.
Humming to himself, he mixed a drink and waited. Pretty soon Anita trotted out of the bathroom, not even looking in his direction. Grinning, he drained his glass and went to join her in the bedroom. But he never got quite that far. From the darkness of the hall he saw her fishing out one of his girlie magazines, the supply he'd thought she knew nothing about. Curious, he paused and watched.
Anita seemed to know exactly what she was going to do. She turned to one of the naughty photos and nodded her head, then set the picture beside her on the bed. Her hand went right for her pussy, and she began rubbing her clit with a stiff finger. Burt watched her and barely choked back a growl of lust. His cock strained against the tightness of his work pants as his cute blond wife played with herself.
"Mmmmm, yesss," Anita sighed.
Burt hadn't realized till now just how much Anita had missed him. He wouldn't have dreamed of going without sex himself. When he got horny, he just stopped off at a girlfriend's place. But Anita didn't have that kind of choice. She couldn't keep boyfriends stashed all over their small, gossipy town. So in her desperation, she'd turned to her own son for relief. And tonight, without even her son, she had to masturbate to keep her sanity.
I've been some terrific husband, Burt thought glumly.
But after tonight it was going to be different, he vowed. He'd never let his wife go horny and unsatisfied again. He wanted to rush into the bedroom right then and help her out, but he was getting wickedly turned on by watching her beat off. He just had to watch awhile longer. He'd never seen a woman play with herself before, although it was one of his secret fantasies. He inched closer for a better view.
Anita was lolling back against a pile of pillows, her face flushed and her eyes rolling as she briskly massaged her clit. Burt saw that her stiff index finger was glistening with her cream. As he watched, her eyes closed tight in ecstasy, and she began to moan steadily as she approached climax. Faster and faster her finger sawed over her swollen joy button, till she was teetering on the edge of release.
"Oooooo, shit, so damned good," she cried.
Burt's engorged prick almost tore its way out of his pants. It would have been easy now to rush in there and throw himself onto her, cramming his rock-hard cock into her hot and juicy box. He was sure he'd be welcome, but he wanted to see this scene out. He wanted to watch Anita make herself come. And he didn't have long to wait, he was sure of that.
"Unnnhhhh, yessss," she gasped, her finger moving with lightning speed over her soaked pink clit.
She was stiffening now and arching her body, getting all the delicious friction she could from her sawing finger. Her clit was swollen in its own little hard-on, and it was throbbing like crazy. Each swipe of her finger brought a hot burst of pleasure that nearly put her over the edge, but she greedily hung on till she simply couldn't stand it any longer. Then her body gave a violent shudder and began to convulse.
"Whaaahhhh, yessss, whaaahhhh!" she howled.
She rolled and writhed all over the king-size bed, still greedily rubbing her clit to increase the intensity of her climax. Burt watched her and felt his lust reaching fever pitch. He couldn't wait a second longer. Nobody turned him on like his sexy little wife, and he wondered why he'd ever looked at another woman. He began tearing off his clothes, his excitement mounting as he listened to Anita's squeals of release.
Anita was still quivering with the delicious after-shocks of her climax when she sensed that she wasn't alone in the house. Gasping, she sat up and peered into the hallway. There was a shadowy figure there, coming toward her. With a rush of relief she saw that it was Burt. But he was stark naked, and he was coming at her with a stiffly weaving cock. Anita stared at him in total surprise.
"H-honey, I didn't know you were home," she gasped.
"I got here early," Burt said, his voice hoarse with arousal. "I couldn't wait to see you, baby. And I didn't realize you were feeling so hard up."
Anita blushed hotly. "You watched me just now?" she asked.
Burt was sliding onto the bed now, his eyes hot and glazed with lust. "Yeah, I watched you," he said, reaching for her, "and it was a real turn-on. Come here."
He pulled her into his arms and gave her a rough kiss, jamming his tongue into her mouth. They slipped down onto the bed, Burt half pinning her, and he probed her mouth with his hot juicy tongue. Anita felt her whole body flaming with need. She'd just gotten herself off pretty damned good, but suddenly she was horny again, as horny as she'd ever been in her life. She clung to Burt's hard hairy body and wantonly rubbed her mound against his belly-hugging hard-on.
"Mmmmmm, I sure missed you," she murmured as they came up for air.
"I noticed," Burt chuckled. Then he looked serious. "Honey, I am never gonna leave you hard up again, I promise. I haven't been a very good husband lately, but I'm gonna see to it that I don't leave my wife horny any more."
"Oh, Burt, you don't know how much I'd appreciate that," Anita sighed.
"Then let's get started," he leered.
He gave her another sizzling tongue-kiss, then kissed and licked his way down to her full firm tits. Anita gurgled with excitement as he swirled his hot 'juicy tongue around and around her sensitive nipples, exciting the soft cones into long rigid buds. Then he was kissing his way still further down her sleek curvy body, till his face was buried in the bath-fresh curls of her bush.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," she moaned, twining her fingers in his hair.
"Open your legs for me, sugar," he growled, "I'm about starved for that hot little pussy of yours."
Eagerly Anita bent her legs and spread them wide, and Burt rolled between them, going belly down and bringing his flushed face within an inch of her steaming slit. She felt his hot breath tickling the swollen flesh, and she shivered with anticipation. She was starved for her husband's expert tongue. She creamed a thick rush of juice, and Burt lapped it up and gobbled it. The touch of his tongue was heavenly to the horny young housewife.
"Ohhhhh, honey, yessss," she whimpered, "lick me, lick my pussy, I love it."
Burt shoved his hands under her lustily churning ass and cupped it tight, holding her in place. He began to tongue-whip her pussy, lashing it fast and hard with his hot slippery tongue. Anita gurgled ecstatically and closed her eyes, shutting out the rest of the world. She didn't want to be conscious of anything but the fantastic sensations she was getting from her husband's big hot tongue.
"Ohhhhhh, honey, that's so damned good," she moaned, "do it to me forever, don't ever stop."
Burt knew from the way she was responding to his whipping tongue that she didn't exactly hate him. Maybe he stood a chance with her after all. But he still had to contend with his son. Jeff, a young and vigorous male, wasn't going to just timidly step out of the picture and maybe Anita wouldn't want to let him. So Burt figured his love-making had better be good if he wanted to win back his wife. No more quick and sloppy performances-far too much was at stake.
He lathered Anita's tangy-tasting slit with his hot saliva, not missing an inch of the pink and juicy flesh. Her pussy was getting hotter as her arousal mounted, radiating fierce heat against his face. A continual river of pearly cream was running from her little fur-fringed cunt mouth, and he gobbled up the thick liquid and ate it hungrily. Then he folded back the furred lips of her gash and isolated the tiny but rigid lump of her clit, the most sensitive spot of all. His tongue stabbed at it, and Anita lurched violently.
"Unnnhhhhhh, yessss," she gasped, "lick me there, baby, get me off."
Burt began to rim her throbbing joy button with the pointed tip of his tongue, sending delicious ripples of sensation through her body, and she creamed helplessly, soaking his face. Her head lolled back, and she kept her eyes closed tightly, aware of nothing but his circling tongue and the hot stabs of pleasure he was giving her. Greedily she arched her body and pushed her clit against his tongue, seeking more delicious friction.
"Yes, honey, yessss," she moaned.
Burt could hardly believe that he'd just watched this woman bring herself off. She was as horny and needy as ever, and she was whimpering for relief as he swiftly -rimmed her clit with the tip of his tongue. One climax had m been a drop in the bucket as far as the love-starved little housewife was concerned. But tonight Burt was determined to give her her fill, to make up for all the nights he'd left her alone and horny. He jammed his hips onto her violently throbbing clit and began to suck her off.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yes," Anita sobbed, "suck me, Burt, make me come."
She kept her legs wide open for him, and his dark head bobbed furiously between her thighs. He was making an obscene slurping and snuffling noise as he sucked her juicy joy button, and she was feeding him a steady supply of molten tangy juice. She could feel him drooling all over her sensitive pussy, and that really turned her on. She vaulted to the brink of orgasm and hung there, whimpering.
"Oooooo, honey, I'm gonna come," she gasped.
She was going to come, all right, but not in the way she expected. Burt had a surprise for her. He popped his mouth off her nearly-exploding clit, made his tongue long and rigid, and then crammed it hard into her juice-slick cunt. He plowed his tongue right to the root in her sizzling little pussy hole, and she responded with a hoarse wail of ecstasy, soaking his face with an enormous rush of molten cream.
"Ahhhhh, baby, yes," she cried, "fuck me with that big ol' tongue."
Burt was practically coming just from listening to her and from feeling her velvety cunt clamping around his pistoning tongue. His cock, trapped between his belly and the bedspread, was throbbing like crazy and threatening to explode. But he forced himself not to think about his own needs as he tonguefucked his squealing wife into a body-wracking orgasm. Tonight he had to remind Anita that he really knew how to please her in bed. He wouldn't blame her a bit if she'd forgotten.
She gasped and flooded his face with a sizzling rush of cream. "Ohhhhh, that's it, I'm coming!" she howled. "Ohhhhh, shit, am I coming!"
She began to buck and writhe so hard that he couldn't keep his tongue inside her. Instead he rose to his knees and watched her climax. The petite curvy blond rolled and wriggled all over the big fake-fur spread, her pretty face twisted into a grimace of ecstasy. She was coming like a bomb, yet Burt was sure it wouldn't be enough to satisfy her. She'd been neglected for too long to be content with just an orgasm or two.
His hunch was right. While she was still quivering and coming down from her body-blasting climax, Anita opened her eyes and focused on his rigid belly-hugging cock. He watched the hot lust glaze those big blue eyes, and he knew his work wasn't over yet. With a snort of lust, he rolled her into the doggy position and hurried to kneel behind her.
"I got a feeling this is what you want, baby," he growled.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yesss," Anita gasped as he crammed his thick eight-incher up her cunt.
She gurgled in ecstasy as Burt's rock-hard cock filled her aching little pussy hole. That throbbing slab of meat was the only thing that could really appease her horniness. Nothing could satisfy all her pent-up longing except her husband's huge pile-driving cock. He shoved it to her womb, then began hammering it roughly in her juice-slick twat.
"Is that it?" he growled. "Is that what you wanted?"
"Yes, baby, yes," Anita sobbed, "fuck it to me, fuck me crazy."
"You better believe I'll try," Burt leered.
It was just like the good old days of their marriage, his wife's cunt gripping and steaming around his pounding cock, Anita moaning her pleasure as he fucked her. But now things were a little different, because he wasn't the only man in her life. She'd also fucked Jeff-and maybe even liked it better. Burt still had that hurdle to jump. He knew she was loving his fucking right now, but would she prefer to be taking their teenage son's stiff cock?
He couldn't very well ask her. Then she'd know he'd been spying. All he could do was give her his best, like he was doing right now, and let her make the decision. His cock nearly bursting, his balls ready to explode with their swelling load, he pounded into her with all his speed and force. Her petite body shook with the impact, and she wailed in bliss.
"Ahhhhhh, honey, you're fucking me so good," she moaned, "so damned good."
Burt couldn't doubt his popularity after a remark like that. His nostrils flared as he fucked into her with lightning speed, his flat belly smacking loudly against her upturned ass. He felt her cunt tightening steadily and growing hot as a blast furnace, a sure sigh that she was about to come. Burt wanted to make sure it was a climax she'd never forget, so he reached around her, caught her clit between his fingers, and gave it a long firm squeeze.
He sizzled his come into her womb, and they writhed and moaned together for long delicious seconds. It was as good as any fuck they'd ever had, and Burt knew his wife had enjoyed hell out of it. But was it good enough to match his son's performance? Burt had experience and skill on his side, but Jeff had stamina and endless horniness. That might be pretty hard to compete with.
"Mmmmmm, Burt, that was wonderful," Anita sighed as their mutual climax came to an end.
"That's just for openers, honey," Burt leered. "Like I said, I'm gonna see that you're never horny again."
He started to pull her into his arms, but just then they heard Jeff drive up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anita reddened as she heard Jeff parking and getting out of the car. He didn't know his dad was home, and he'd be expecting to come right to the master bedroom and get it on with her. Things could get pretty embarrassing and complicated if she didn't think fast.
"That's Jeff," she told her husband. "We'd better get dressed."
"No," Burt said firmly.
Anita stared at him.
"Listen, honey," he went on, "it's very important that you do exactly as I say. Do this for me, no questions asked, okay?"
"Okay, Burt, but what is it you want?" Anita said, completely puzzled.
"Stay just like you are when Jeff comes in, and do whatever turns you on," he said.
Anita's mouth dropped open. But Burt didn't stay to explain. He slipped naked into their walk-in closet and left the door open just a crack, enough for spying. Anita desperately wanted to ask him more questions, but she heard Jeff hurrying down the hall. The boy burst into the bedroom and looked hungrily at her naked body. He began to peel off his clothes.
"Oh, wow, Mom," he said, "I sure am glad you waited up for me. I got home as fast as I could."
That wasn't strictly true. He had paused long enough to fuck Mary Lou Gregory. But he didn't see any point in mentioning that. The real point was, his pretty mother turned him on a hundred times more than Mary Lou or any other girl his age, and he could hardly wait to get into bed with her. He fumbled out of his clothes as fast as he could and raced for the bed.
He didn't notice that Anita hadn't said a word to him since he'd entered the room, and he didn't notice the stunned look on her face. All he could think about was his own stiff cock and how badly he needed to get his rocks off. He jumped onto the bed and pulled his petite mom into his arms. Anita looked wide-eyed over his shoulder, into the closet.
Burt saw she was having a little trouble handling the assignment he'd given her, and he didn't blame her a bit. He'd better help her along. Jeff's back was to him, so there was no danger of being seen. He opened the closet door briefly, leered at Anita, and nodded his encouragement as Jeff covered her neck with hot wet kisses. Then he ducked back into the closet, leaving the door open just a crack. Anita blinked and nodded at him as if in a daze.
Okay, Burt, whatever turns you on, she thought.
Burt's wishes were very clear. He wanted to watch while she and Jeff made love. Anita understood that much. She didn't bother wondering how he knew they were lovers or why he wanted to do such a kinky thing. That was a little more than she could handle right now. It was mind-boggling enough to be getting it on with her son while her husband secretly observed them.
But she'd promised Burt she'd do it, no questions asked, so she just blanked her mind to everything else and let Jeff make love to her. The boy lowered her onto her back and lay beside her, kissing her mouth and nipples, his face flushed with eagerness. As she began to relax and accept the situation, Anita realized that she was getting plenty aroused.
Jeff's hot wet mouth closed over her left nipple and began to suck, and Anita creamed a helpless hot spurt of juice. Jeff darted back and forth between her sensitive nipples, sucking them into spit-soaked rigidity, and Anita kept creaming uncontrollably. As her lust mounted, she almost forgot she had an audience. She was vaguely aware of Burt's spying presence, but it was bothering her less and less. Jeff's hot juicy mouth on her tender nipples was driving her wild.
"Mmmmm, baby, that feels so exciting," she murmured.
Automatically she reached out and curled her fingers around the boy's rigid blue-veined cock. As she clamped his meat and began to pump it, Jeff groaned lustily and shivered. Mother and son were fully absorbed in each other now. Jeff slipped a hand between Anita's legs and touched the scorching wet flesh of her pussy. She whimpered with excitement and creamed into his palm.
"Oh, shit, Mom, I want you so bad," he said hoarsely.
"I want you, honey," she moaned, pumping his cock even faster.
Watching from the closet, Burt felt his prick rising stiffly and heavily. His balls swelled with another steaming load of jizz. He was getting wildly turned on by the sight of his wife and son naked together on that bed, arousing each other to fever pitch. He focused on Anita's little fist zipping up and down Jeff's rigid cock. Then he observed Jeff's sucking lips on Anita's stiff nipples. It all aroused him like hell.
The weird thing was, he didn't feel the least bit jealous. Here was his wife, the woman he loved, getting it on with another guy, right before his eyes, and that didn't bother him at all. In fact it excited him terrifically. But then the "other man" was their own son, and that seemed to make all the difference. Burt's prick gave a lusty lurch and began to drip hot globs of cream as Jeff and Anita sank down onto the bed, kissing and pawing each other.
Anita just couldn't let go of the kid's cock. It was clear that Jeff turned her on like crazy, with all his youthful energy and enthusiasm, and Burt wondered how he'd ever thought of competing against the kid. Matter of fact, the whole idea of competition was silly. There was no need to fight his son over Anita. They could share her, and he was sure she wouldn't mind a bit.
No, obviously she wouldn't mind, as she was proving right now. She'd just finished fucking Burt, and now she was going to fuck his son. No problem, as far as the lusty wife and mother was concerned. Burt couldn't help grinning as she eagerly rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. Jeff snorted with lust and crawled between her splayed thighs, his engorged young cock wagging stiffly. He threw himself onto her, and she wrapped her arms around him and moaned.
"Yes, baby, stick that big hard cock in me," she cried.
As Burt watched the frantically lusty boy hammering away and missing the target, his mind went back to his own teenage frustrations. He could recall how hard it had been to find a girl's cunt, when he'd had so little experience. But Jeff didn't remain frustrated for long. Moaning, Anita grabbed her son's rigid cock and crammed it into herself, and they both sighed with relief.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, Mom, your cunt's so hot," Jeff moaned.
"Mmmmmm, fuck it to me, baby," Anita cried, "fuck me good and hard."
She was dizzily aware that just a few minutes ago she'd been taking his father's cock. She just hoped Burt was getting the kinky show he wanted. Over Jeff's shoulder she glanced at the closet door, then reddened as Burt stepped out into the light of the room. There was no danger of Jeff seeing him, of course. The boy had his back to him and his eyes closed in bliss. But Burt's move was pretty blatant nevertheless.
"Ohhhhh, shit, Mom, it feels great," Jeff was moaning, unaware that his dad was standing right at the foot of the bed.
Anita stared helplessly at her grinning husband. There was no doubt in her mind that he was enjoying the show. One look at his cock was enough to tell her that. The fat eight-incher was weaving stiffly before him and dripping thick cream onto the rug. Anita eyed that massive slab of meat and creamed like crazy all over Jeff's jackhammering prick. It was a very rare and kinky experience to be fucking the son while the father watched, and she couldn't deny that it turned her on like mad.
"Unnnhhh, baby, fuck me harder," she begged as her lust skyrocketed.
Jeff eagerly obliged, fucking into her hard and fast, making delicious red-hot friction between cock and cunt. As if that didn't excite her enough, Burt fisted his big stiff boner and began to pump it, wickedly aiming it right at her. Anita gasped. If he did jack himself off, he was going to shoot the stuff all over her and Jeff. This scene was getting to be pretty bewildering, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.
Luckily her instincts took over, and she settled back to enjoy everything that was happening. There was her son's hard and tireless adolescent cock hammering away in her greedy little fuck hole, and there was the fascinating sight of her husband pumping his cock and watching the action. She let her eyes roam hungrily over his massive hairy body.
Burt leered at her, thoroughly enjoying himself. He watched their son's rock-hard prick hammering in and out of her cunt, and he steadily pumped his throbbing boner, giving himself a little relief from his incredible horniness. But he had no intention of jacking himself off. He was saving that hard-on for something far more exciting. He wanted to use his wife's smoking little fuck hole the second their son was through with it.
No reason why they couldn't all be one happy family, Burt thought. He wanted to keep Anita sexually satisfied, but there was no way he could do that and still be a long-distance trucker. He needed a stand-in, and Jeff was perfect for the job. Young and perpetually horny, he could keep Anita well-fucked while his dad was on the road. It was an arrangement that would benefit all three of them.
And when Burt was home? Why, then he and Jeff could share the most important woman in their lives.
"Oooooo, honey," Anita was moaning, "you're gonna make me come real quick."
She wasn't inhibited any longer by the fact that Burt was standing right there watching them fuck. All that mattered now was the blazing need in her pussy. She had to get off or go crazy. Desperately she rubbed her lust-engorged clit against the sawing shaft of Jeff's cock, getting blast after blast of pleasure. She drenched his meat with her uncontrollably gushing cream. And all the while, there was Burt leering at her and pumping his massive drooling boner. Anita had never felt so crazily aroused in her life.
"Ohhhhh, honey, fuck harder," she urged Jeff, "make me come."
The horny kid hardly needed any urging. He pulled out all stops, fucking into her so hard that her petite body shuddered with the impact. She felt like her teeth were going to rattle. But she didn't mind his roughness. She needed this almost brutal fucking to unleash all her buried lust. Frantically she clung to her son's humping body and felt herself hurtling to the very brink of orgasm.
"I'm almost there, baby," she whimpered, "just a little more, please."
"You can have all you want, Mom," Jeff said hoarsely.
Anita knew that was true. Jeff would give her all the fucking she needed. His tireless teenage cock would always be ready. But much as she loved fucking her handsome son, right now her mind was on his father. Fascinated, she stared over Jeff's shoulder at Burt's enormous rock-hard cock. Somehow, someway, she just had to feel that huge slab of meat cramming her cunt. Burt was obviously willing, but what were they going to do about Jeff?
Those difficulties faded from her mind as her eager son fucked her into a frenzy of pleasure. Her pretty face twisted into a grimace of ecstasy, and she closed her eyes tight, shutting out even Burt. She was aware only of the hot explosion at the very depths of her cunt which quickly radiated out to engulf her whole body. Jeff felt her cunt going red-hot and vise-tight around his hammering cock.
"Oooooo, Jeff, baby, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Jeff lasted only a second longer, and then he was pumping his steaming load into her womb. "Take my come, Mom!" he yelped. "Awwwww, fuckin' shit, awwwww!"
Burt groaned with longing and almost jacked himself off as he watched mother and son writhing together on the huge fur-covered bed. It was a sight he'd never forget, that was for sure. Not many men came home from work and encountered a scene like this one. But it was time to stop being just a voyeur. It was time to get in on the action. He just hoped Jeff would understand everything that was about to happen. He stepped around to the side of the bed.
"Oh, shit-Dad!" Jeff cried.
The boy was just coming down from his climax, and when he saw Burt he rolled off Anita with lightning speed, his eyes wide and frightened. It took him a second to register the fact that his father was naked, grinning, and had a hard-on. Burt sure didn't look like he was angry or jealous, and he didn't look like he was going to punish Jeff. The boy relaxed a little but was still very puzzled.
"Take it easy, son," Burt smiled, "everything's cool."
"Y-you're not mad at us?" Jeff stammered.
"No," Burt said, sliding onto the bed beside his son and wife, "I understand how this came down. It's my own damned fault for being away so much. But things are gonna change, starting now. I'm gonna see that your mother's never neglected again."
Anita's eyes darted hungrily to his massive stiff cock, and Jeff said gloomily, "Well, I guess you two don't need me around any more. I'll go watch TV or something." He started to roll off the bed.
"Wait, son," Burt said, "You didn't understand me. I'm not gonna take your mother away from you. I just wanta share her with you."
Anita's heart pounded with excitement, and Jeff beamed. "Share her?" he cried. "You mean you're not gonna be home all the time?"
"I can't give up my job," Burt said, "but you know how lonely your mother gets when I'm on the road-and how horny. So I need you to keep her happy when I'm away. And when I'm home, we can share her. How does that sound?"
"Terrific," Jeff cried.
"And how does it sound to you, honey?" Burt grinned at his wife.
"Mmmmmm, sounds wonderful," Anita purred.
"Then it's settled," Burt said. "Stick around if you want to, Jeff. I'm gonna take my turn with your mom."
Jeff forgot all about TV and everything else as he watched his parents. Burt rolled onto his back, and his enormous wrist-thick cock stood straight up, bulging with blue veins and drooling a steady stream of hot juice. Anita hurried over to straddle him, her knees hugging his hips and her dripping little cunt mouth poised right over the bloated purple head of his prick. Burt seized her by the wrist and hammered his rigid cock upward.
"Oooooo, yessss," Anita squealed. "Ahhhhh, yeah, that's what I've been waiting to feel," Burt moaned as he sank the throbbing meat in her juicy, slippery pussy hole.
Jeff shivered lustily as he watched his dad's big fat boner plunging up Mom's snug little twat. Burt thrust into her till only his balls showed. Then he began to fuck her in stiff eager jabs, and her petite body bounced, her pretty tits swinging and bobbing. Burt's cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed her gripping box, and that lewd sound added to Jeff's excitement.
He felt his own cock stiffening again as he watched his mom and dad fucking. He didn't feel any jealousy. He knew he could have as much of Anita as he wanted, that his dad was perfectly willing to share her. No, far from feeling envious, he felt hotly aroused as he watched his father's pistoning cream-soaked prick pumping in and out of his mother's slick and juicy fuck hole. His cock mushroomed to fullness and hugged his belly, leaking hot sticky cream.
Burt noticed the boy getting yet another hard-on, and he grinned. Things were turning out great, he thought. They were a family again, only with an added dimension of fun which they hadn't had before. Now they were together in every sense of the word. His excitement mounting rapidly, he fucked into Anita's smoking little twat even faster and harder, and she took his jackhammering prick with squeals of delight.
"Unnnnhhhh, honey, I love it," she cried, "keep fucking me good and hard, baby."
"That's the only way I can fuck you," Burt chuckled, "I'm so damned horny for you."
Anita beamed down at him as she rode his pistoning cock, delighted to have him home again, and very relieved that there was going to be no conflict between him and Jeff. It seemed so fantastic that she could have them both. She was never going to be horny again, not with two lusty males at her service. Just the thought of all that delicious love-making made her cream like crazy. The hot juice soaked Burt's prick and overflowed, gushing down her inner thighs.
"Ohhhhh, my God," she whimpered, "I'm gonna come, I'm almost there."
"You and me both, sugar," Burt groaned.
He'd been thinking about this moment all day, imagining his swollen dick pumping in his wife's deliciously snug and sizzling pussy hole. It was all he could think about on the long drive home. Then he'd walked in and found her fucking their son. Somehow that had only added to his raging horniness, and he was finding it hard now to hold back his climax. He fucked into her as hard as he could, trying to take her with him into a body-wracking come.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, Burt," she gasped, "I love it."
Jeff had been inching closer and closer to watch, knowing he had a lot to learn. In lusty fascination he watched his dad's massive boner operating on his mom's cunt like a fleshy pile driver. Anita looked like she was riding a bucking bronco, her petite body bouncing and shaking. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed, and she was whimpering steadily.
"Oooooo, shit, oooooo," she cried.
Greedily she clung to those final moments of ecstasy, not wanting this sensational fuck to end. Burt's giant cock filled her completely, cramming her to her womb, and she wanted to feel it inside her forever. But finally she just couldn't hold off her climax another second. It flamed out of her cuntal depths and seared through her whole body. She swayed with the force of it, and Burt had to hold her up.
"Ohhhhh, honey, you're making me come!" she howled. "Ohhhhh, shit, it's good!"
Burt felt her sizzling little cunt sucking the hot jism out of his balls. "Awwwww, Christ, I'm coming, awwwww!" he bellowed.
Jeff's eager adolescent cock lurched wildly as he watched his parents fucking each other into ecstasy. Molten juice bubbled from his piss hole and ran down his blue-veined shaft. He knew that his mother's steaming little cunt was his as soon as Dad was finished with it, and he could hardly wait.
CHAPTER NINE
As Jeff watched and waited impatiently, Burt sizzled the last of his come into Anita's greedy little box, then gave a satisfied sigh. "Oh, Christ," he said, "that really knocked me out. I think I'll go make myself a drink. How about you, honey?"
"Yes, please," Anita said, rolling off him and stretching out on her back, "I could use a rest."
Jeff tried to conceal his disappointment.
He'd been hoping to shove his massively swollen prick into her juicy little cunt as soon as his dad had vacated it. But obviously Anita needed a rest. Jeff sat beside her and tried to ignore the horny ache in his balls. Burt made a quick trip to the kitchen and returned with two cold drinks and a soda pop which he handed to Jeff.
"Hey, thanks, Dad," Jeff said.
"You're welcome, partner," Burt said, "anything else I can do for you?"
"Well, matter-of-fact, there is," Jeff grinned.
"Oh-oh," Anita giggled, "I know that look. He's got mischief on his mind, for sure."
"I'll bet he does," Burt laughed. "Okay, Jeff, out with it. What's your mad scheme?"
"My mad scheme," Jeff leered, "is for you to teach me all your tricks, Dad. I wanta know how to turn girls on."
His parents laughed appreciatively, and Burt said with a grin, "Okay, you're on. We'll start with the thing that turns girls on the most."
"Pussy-eating?" Jeff guessed.
"Right," Burt nodded, "also known as giving head or going down on a girl. Here's what you do."
Before Anita knew what was happening, she'd become a demonstration model for Jeff's lesson. Burt arranged her with her knees bent and her legs wide apart, exposing her whole glistening pink slit to the light of the room. Then he pointed out all the most sensitive places to the attentive boy, and Anita shivered with excitement at the touch of his finger.
"Here's the most sensitive spot of all, her clit," Burt said, pressing his fingertip against the pea-size lump and giving it a little rub. "Oooooo," Anita squealed. "See what I mean?" Burt laughed. "Okay, son, you try it now. Use your tongue on her just like I'm using my finger."
Burt gave a quick demonstration with his fingertip, rimming her clit in a circular motion that made her cream helplessly. Then he moved back and let Jeff crawl between her legs, and she shivered with arousal when she felt the boy's hot moist breath on her naked gash. Jeff stuck out his tongue and used the slick tip to rim her joy button.
"Ahhhhh, honey, yesss," she hissed.
"Good work, Jeff," Burt said. "Just keep doing that for awhile, till you get her really hot."
Anita smothered a laugh. She was plenty hot already! Nothing turned her on faster than having her clit tongued. But she understood that Jeff needed practice, and she didn't object in the least to having him practice on her. She lounged back against the pillows and gurgled happily while his hot slippery tongue glided around and around her ultrasensitive clit.
"Mmmmm, Jeff, that feels wonderful," she sighed.
Jeff knew right away that he was a natural born pussy-eater. He loved the tangy taste of his mom's cream, loved working his tongue around and around her throbbing clit. Most of all he loved the way he could make her moan and shiver and cream, simply by using the tip of his tongue in the right way and on the right spot. That gave him a terrific sense of power. He imagined using this new trick on Mary Lou, and he knew it would drive her crazy.
"Okay, son, now start doing it faster and harder," Burt instructed, "speed up the action."
Jeff followed his order, and Anita gasped and fed him a big hot burst of cream. "Ohhhh, yes, honey, that's really good," she moaned.
"Keep speeding it up," Burt said, "till she can't stand it any more, and then I'll show you how to bring her off."
He lounged back against the padded headboard and watched his son eagerly rimming Anita's clit with his wet tongue. The kid learned very vast and obviously liked his work. Like father, like son-it just so happened that pussy-eating was one of Burt's favorite pastimes. He nodded approvingly as the boy worked Anita to a panting flushed frenzy of arousal.
"Ohhhhh, baby, it's too much," she whimpered, "I'll go crazy if I don't come."
"Okay, Jeff, that's your cue to get her off," Burt said. "Get her clit between your lips and suck on it. Do it fast and firmly."
Jeff obeyed, somehow getting his mother's slippery pulsating joy button between his lips. As he started to suck her off, she groaned and soaked his face with a hot blast of twat juice. He could feel her whole pussy throbbing and boiling against his face as he sucked. Anita arched her body up for him, and she clawed the bedspread as she hurtled toward climax.
"Ohhhhh, Jeff, honey, that's good," she cried, "it's so damned good."
"Excellent, Jeff, just keep going on like that," Burt said.
He sipped his drink and watched the boy's dark head bobbing furiously up and down between Anita's widely separated legs. Jeff was making an obscene slurping noise as he sucked her off, and it made Burt wickedly aroused. His balls began to swell, his cock stiffening and twitching. He watched his wife's eyes close tightly, her face contorting in a lusty grimace.
"Oooooo, shit, I'm almost there," she whimpered.
Jeff gobbled her tangy cream and sucked like crazy on her nearly-exploding clit, knowing he was taking her over the edge into ecstasy. A few more greedy sucks, and she began to convulse so violently that he couldn't keep her squirting clit in his grasp. It wrenched away from his lips, and he drew back a little and watched thick rivers of cream spurting from her spasming cuntal opening.
"Ahhhhh, yesss, ahhhhh, I'm coming!" she wailed.
Jeff glanced at his dad and got the thumbs up sign. He'd eaten his first pussy, with terrific results. He could hardly wait to try it on Mary Lou Gregory. His mom writhed and moaned for nearly a whole minute before she finally went limp and panting for breath. Before she'd completely recovered, Jeff was belly-down between her legs again, eagerly exploring her gash.
"Teach me more, Dad," he begged.
"Okay, son," Burt grinned, "we'll have a short lesson in tongue-fucking, also known as eating a girl out."
Anita shivered eagerly. She'd just come like crazy, but she was always ready for more. There seemed to be no end to her capacity for orgasms. And one of her favorite ways to come was with a nice stiff tongue up her cunt. She waited patiently while Burt explained the technique to their son, then groaned and creamed as Jeff panted onto her pussy.
"Yes, baby, stick it in me," she panted.
Drooling, Jeff made his tongue long and rigid like his dad had instructed, then crammed it hard into his mother's smoking little cuntal tunnel. She shuddered with the impact and groaned, then flooded his face with a helpless rush of molten cream. Jeff cupped her firm little ass globes and began to hammer his stiff tongue in and out of her box, working it just like a cock.
"Ohhhh, honey, yesss," Anita hissed, "do it to me good and hard, Jeff, get me off."
"Son, that's damned near perfect" Burt said proudly.
No question about it, the kid had a natural talent for oral sex. He was going to make a lot of girls very, very happy. But Burt was kind of hoping he'd speed up his performance and get it over with so his old man could have a turn. By now Burt's prick was hugely swollen, his balls seething with another load of hot jism. He needed his wife's snug little twat, but right now it was occupied with their son's pistoning tongue.
"Unnnhhhh, do it to me, do it to me," Anita panted.
Jeff's tongue was cramming and reaming her twat deliciously, giving her hot blasts of pleasure and making her cream like mad. She knew it was just a matter of seconds before she sailed off into orbit. She arched her body, hungrily taking his plowing tongue as deep as she could get it, and she felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer. Suddenly her body was in hard spasm and her cunt was squirming molten liquid all over Jeff's face.
"Baby, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" she howled.
Jeff struggled to keep his tongue deep in her cunt, wanting to feel her climax from the inside, but she was writhing too hard. She slipped away from him, and he rose to his knees to watch her coming. Again he got an approving nod from his father, and he knew he'd done his work well. But then it would have been hard to miss because his teacher was an expert in the field.
"Anything else you can teach me about pussy-eating, Dad?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, son," Burt replied, "I'll teach you more, but not right now. I've got a little something to take care of first, something that can't be delayed much longer."
He looked down at his massively swollen cock, and Jeff got the idea. But his own teenage prick was swollen, too, aching with tension, and besides, it was his turn with Mom. He looked at his father in disappointment and frustration. Surely Dad wasn't going to cheat him out of his turn? Burt was looking lustily at Anita as she finally came down from her body-wracking orgasm.
"Honey," he rasped, "I know you're gonna need a rest soon, but first could you help two guys out?"
Dizzily Anita opened her eyes and saw two stiff cocks waiting for her. It was a sight that couldn't fail to arouse her. Burt was right, she was almost exhausted from the hours of lovemaking she'd had, but the sight of those two handsome engorged pricks brought her lust back in full flood. She glanced from one rigid boner to the other and licked her lips.
"I'll be glad to help," she purred. "Just how do you want me to do it?"
She imagined fucking first Jeff, then Burt, but her husband had something else in mind. "I've got a plan," he leered, "a way you can take us both on at once-no waiting."
"Fantastic," Jeff cried, "how does it work, Dad?"
It's real simple, son," Burt grinned. "I fuck her from behind while she sucks you off. How about it, Anita-are you up for it?"
Anita grinned and nodded. She was up for just about anything tonight. She rested on her elbows and knees, thrusting her pert little ass up in the air, and Burt gave a snort of lust and crawled over behind her. She whimpered in ecstasy as he glided his thick throbbing boner into her juice-slick cunt, filling her completely.-Grasping her slim hips, he began to saw his rock-hard cock in and out of her smoking pussy hole. She gurgled with delight and clawed the bedspread.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah, honey, do it to me," she cried, "fuck me with that big thing."
Burt looked up at Jeff and said, "Okay, son, you can join us."
Eagerly Jeff crawled over to his parents, his eyes focused lustily on his mom's heavy swinging tits. His cock gave a violent lurch and leaked a thick river of cream as he approached the woman who turned him on more than any other female in the world. He knelt in front of her and gingerly angled his engorged prick down to graze her lips. Her tongue darted out eagerly, and he shivered with pleasure as she lapped up his salty cream.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, Mom, lick my cock," he sighed.
"I've got a feeling she's gonna do better than that," Burt chuckled.
"You better believe I will," Anita laughed.
The only way to get all the hot tasty cream she wanted was to suck for it. She opened her lips wide and let Jeff piston his throbbing prick over her slippery tongue. Closing her lips and drawing in her cheeks, she began to suck loudly and greedily on her son's delicious cock. Jeff groaned in ecstasy as she suctioned the juice from his piss hole.
"Ahhhhh, shit, yeah," he cried, "suck my cock, Mom."
Burt surveyed the scene with satisfaction. His plan had turned out great, truly uniting them as a family. They were linked together now, his cock sunk deep-in Anita's cunt, while she held Jeff's prick in her mouth and sucked it hungrily. Burt snorted with arousal and fucked her hard and fast. The red-hot heat and tight gripping of her cunt told him how much she loved his rough fucking.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned.
"Yeah, baby, it's great, isn't it?" Burt panted. "Let's see if we can all come together now."
He fucked into her with lightning speed, and Jeff held her head and began to fuck her mouth, his lust carrying him away. Anita crouched there and gurgled in bliss as the two most important men in her life made love to her at the same time. It was great to know that she could have both of them. Her excitement rose to fever pitch, and she began to come, her body shaking, her cries hoarse and muffled.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, Mom," Jeff groaned, "eat my come!"
"Take my come, honey," Burt roared, "awwwww, aaaggghhh!"
Anita whimpered in ecstasy as sizzling come filled her cunt and mouth. She knew her lonely, horny nights were over. She'd never be starved for sex again. When Burt was on the road, she'd have Jeff, and when Jeff was in school, there'd be Burt. But the best thing of all would be making love to both of them at once! A horny housewife and mother couldn't ask for more than that.
