It has been said that every person has some dark passion in his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial or trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet sometimes these dark passions surface, and the headlines scream of someone's antisocial behavior or, in some cases, illegal acts. In fact, hardly a day goes by without these hidden passions coming to the fore and resulting in big new.
THEIR LOVING MOTHER is a dramatic representation of a family who dare to let their most base desires come to the surface, who dare to indulge their taboo cravings. They are exceptions in our society-people who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Carol stood looking down on her son. He was sprawled out on his back, sleeping. The huge boulder he was lying on must be awfully hard, she thought. Yet he looked comfortable enough.
It is pleasant here, with the narrow river rushing along, a cooling breeze in the trees and dense shrubbery. The remains of their picnic lunch was nearby. Matt looked so young there, she thought, and it had been so long since she'd last seen him.
His face was composed in sleep, and she searched it for any sign of a beard. She found none, but she did see the swelling lump against the front of his pants. Carol jerked her eyes away, but then looked back. There was something mesmerizing about the bulge of his cock. It drew her eyes despite her not wanting to look there.
She was standing at his head, looking toward his feet, enraptured by what she saw. There was a significant twitching between her thighs and her nipples had become hard inside her light sweater. She balled her fists and clamped them against her hips, wanting to take her eyes away, yet unable.
Carol was sure his cock was becoming harder before her eyes. It seemed to be swelling in his tight pants, and then she could see the outline of it. Matt's cock seemed unusually long and thick for a boy his age. She saw the outline of the shaft, then the swollen head. There was a faint, but perceptible molding of his balls on the other side of his cock. She tried once more to turn her gaze, but felt frozen in place, her eyes straining to see through his pants.
Her sharp nails dug into the flesh of her palms as she squeezed her fists tight. The desire that ripped through her body could not be! she screamed at herself. Yet, the desire was there, it was real, and it was very strong.
Carol bit into her bottom lip as tears came into her eyes. The tears confused her; they were tears of desire and shame. She wanted her son, and she knew she shouldn't.
"Why are you crying, Mother?" the soft voice came to her.
Startled by his voice, she glanced at his face. Matt was awake, but he was not looking up at her. He was looking someplace else.
My skirt! her mind shrieked. Matt is looking up my skirt!
But still Carol could not move.
She stood in place, knowing her son was peering up between her thighs, seeing the crotch of her panties, his cock throbbing with hardness. She could do nothing but stand there in frozen shame and desire.
"I ... I'm so happy," she managed to murmur, trying to move but unable to. Her eyes went back to his cock again, and there they remained.
"I'm glad, Mother," he said. "Some people cry when they're happy. I'm glad I make you happy."
She tried to reply, but all she could do was bite into her bottom lip and stare brazenly at the bulging of his cock-with him peeking up her dress. Carol knew she was being shameful, knew that looking up her skirt made his cock all the more stiff, hard . . . beautiful!
Again she tried to move and all she managed was a tremor of her muscles.
Every part of her yearned for that unusually large cock, every fiber of her body screamed for it. Only her mind fought, fought in a losing battle against her betraying cunt.
She felt a touch on her ankle, knowing her son was stroking it with light fingers. She managed a glance at his face again, and went back to his intensely straining cock quickly. But the brief glance at his face told her of his desire, of his excitement about what he was seeing under her skirt.
His hand moved up her leg, caressing the calf, making her tremble, her eyes smoldering now with the wetness of her tears. Her cunt throbbed and her clitoris had become inflamed. She was very wet between her thighs and her tits burned like never before. The lips of her cunt swelled inside the tight crotch of her panties, swelled with need.
Matt climbed to his feet and her eyes remained fixed on his cock. Standing up, Matt's cock thrust against his pants powerfully, threatening to rip through them and jerk into view. Her hand burned with the desire to stroke it, to touch it just once.
Matt was perhaps a foot shorter than her, and now he looked up into his mother's eyes. She focused on his face, licking her lips nervously, unable to speak.
"Mother," Matt said.
His voice, she thought, was oddly thick. She had heard that sound before. It was the way her ex-husband spoke when he was intensely aroused, wanting to fuck her.
"Mother," Matt said again.
And still she could not reply. She felt her son take one of her hands, opening her balled fist. He entwined his fingers with hers, bringing them toward him. Carol held her breath, not knowing how to stop him, knowing he was going to place her hand on his raging cock.
But he didn't.
She felt his belt buckle against the back of her hand and they stood gazing at each other. Matt was breathing heavily, she noticed, his nostrils flaring. Her tits, encased in the light, knitted sweater, rose and fell with her own hot, gasping breath.
She felt her son pushing her hand down now, twisting it so her palm was toward him. She offered no resistance except with her numb mind. Still looking into her eyes, Matt placed his mother's hand on his cock. He pressed it there for a moment, then tried to curl her fingers about his prick. A groan came from Carol as she felt the burning hardness searing her palm. It throbbed so sweetly against her hand, so beautifully. Matt pressed the back of his mother's hand, forcing her palm harder upon his cock. Carol could not stop her fingers from squeezing, bringing a husky moan from her son.
When Matt removed his hand from hers, Carol still could not pull away. She left her hand there, her knees wobbly now, her legs rubbery and weak. The heat of her cunt was spreading out, widening to other parts of her body. Her tits were almost painfully swollen, and her nipples felt as if they were going to burst with bubbling desire.
She looked about quickly, suddenly ashamed.
They were alone, isolated on this boulder. No one else was around. They had not seen anyone as they walked along the narrow, overgrown trail to this place. Tall trees were all about them, with the sun above.
They were alone . . . completely and totally alone.
Her fingers remained curled about his cock, her tall, slender body shaking. The things going through her mind Were frightening to her, shameful and-exciting!
She jerked.
Her son had placed his hand on her hip. It was a place where a son should not deliberately touch his mother. She felt the heat of his hand burn through her cotton skirt and flimsy panties, scalding her flesh. She sucked in a gulp of air, finding that, too, hot in her lungs. She ran her tongue over her lips, panting with anxious nervousness.
"Mother," Matt said again, his voice thicker than before.
"Yes, Matt," she replied this time. She was startled to find her voice as thick as his. But her reply came out in a hissing whisper.
"Mother ..."
His hand moved. It moved very slowly, tentatively, as if he were expecting to be rebuffed. Carol said nothing.
His hand was on the small of her back, and then it went to her curving, swelling ass. She moaned as his hand moved over the curve of her tight ass cheek, her body shaking as though chilled. Her hand still remained on his cock, her fingers tightening. She felt her son cupping one cheek of her ass, and oddly wondered where his other hand was. She felt him pushing his lower body forward, and her hand, as though with its own mind, returned the pressure. Matt's fingers squeezed at his mother's ass and again Carol moaned.
Her fingers curled against his cock.
A groan of pleasure came from her son.
She felt her skirt being lifted, inched up slowly. She felt a light breeze on her thighs, yet that breeze did nothing to cool the driving, boiling heat between her thighs.
As they stood staring at each other, Matt lifted his mother's skirt from behind. He ran his hand over her nylon panties, a finger tracing the crease of ass and thigh.
His other hand came to her body, holding her hip while he fondled and felt about her pantied ass. His cock's size increased with that powerful throbbing.
Carol was frightened by what was happening, but still was powerless to prevent it. Her cunt was in control now, although her mind was still reeling with silent protests. But her body, her face, her eyes, wanted this. And her cunt ached for it.
Matt was feeling with both hands now, his eyes burning up into his mother's. She felt his hands moving about her ass, the outsides of her thighs, moving to her front. As his hand moved along the front of her panties, her fingers jerked and she squeezed his cock as a groan bubbled from her tight, dry throat. She felt her son's fingers slip down on her tight panties, felt them trying to push between her thighs. A finger slid against her swollen clitoris, and then the hot, wet slit of her cunt.
Her hips jerked, arching toward him. She squeezed his cock again ... he rubbed the sensitive heat of her cunt lips.
"No," she whispered.
"Mother," he replied.
"No ..." but she couldn't stop him. "No."
His hands left her body and lifted to her sweater. She felt him curl his fingers about her tits, fondling them as he squeezed gently. He pinched her swollen nipples through her sweater, then lifted his hands to her shoulders.
There was no force in her voice, the words coming from her quietly, very softly, pleading and yearning at the same time.
"Mother, please," he answered. He pressed at her shoulders, pushing them downward.
Carol's knees bent and she went with the pressure on her shoulders. Matt went with her and she felt him pushing her onto her back. Again she murmured a protest, but he paid no attention. Carol was on her back now, lying on the hard boulder but not feeling the hardness. Matt was at her feet, and she sobbed as he ran his hands up her legs. She wasn't sure if the sob was in fear or in anticipation.
Matt shoved his mother's skirt up along her thighs, exposing them. She turned her head to one side, not wanting her son to see how shameful she was. She knew her skirt was far up her legs now, her panties revealed to his hot eyes. When she felt his hands move away, she looked at him from beneath her lowered lashes. Matt, on his knees at her feet, opened his pants and pulled his cock out.
Carol could not stifle a gasp. Matt's cock was very long, very thick. The head was huge, his piss hole flaring widely, dripping. She was unable to prevent the twitching of her hips.
With his cock sticking from his opened pants, Matt ran his palms up her thighs again. She felt his fingers slide under the elastic of her panties at her hips. His cock jerked, and she felt a moist drop of heat land on her thigh just above one knee.
His hands hooked into the waist of her panties and she moaned again in a silent protest as he began to drag them down. Her hips, twisting about, helped more than hindered him. She felt her panties being drawn down her thighs, over her knees. Then she was naked, exposed to her son's hot eyes from the waist down. From her slitted eyes, she saw his cock jerking up and down as he looked at her, his excitement obvious.
She felt her cunt burning under his gaze, and when he ran his hand through the silky curls of her cunt hair, her hips lurched.
When Matt spread his mother's thighs, she was much too overcome with her own desire to try and stop him. She lay on the boulder with the sun burning down on her, her legs spread wide, her cunt revealed to Matt's hungry eyes. She could feel the breeze moving between her legs and over her wet, pulsing cunt. Still, she was unable to prevent what was about to happen between them.
Matt moved between his mother's legs, his cock straight and hard. He held himself up by his hands one on each side of her body, and looked down between them. Carol was holding her breath, wanting and not wanting. No hands were used.
She felt the rounded head of her son's cock brushing at the fiery lips of her cunt. She hissed softly, and despite her efforts, her hips lifted to him.
"Oh!" she cried softly.
The head of her son's cock had penetrated the hairy lips of her cunt. His cock was inside her pussy!
As the heat of his mother's cunt enfolded his prick, Matt gasped and thrust his hips forward.
Carol felt her pussy stretching about his cock, feeling that hot hardness drive deep. The roughness of his pants scratched her smooth inner thighs, but she didn't really feel it. All she felt was the thickness of her son's cock so deeply imbedded up her cunt. She could feel the throbbing of it with the sensitive lips of her cunt, and her clitoris seemed to be smashed against his pants.
For what seemed ages, neither moved.
And then, Matt began to fuck his mother.
Carol's hands lay flat against his boulder as her son began to drive his cock in and out of her cunt. She had closed her eyes, her lips parted, and soft gasps came from her. She knew her hips were lifting, arching to his cock, but she could do nothing about it. She was moving from her waist down, her cunt pumping to meet the down-thrusts of her son's prick. She was burning from head to toe with desire.
Matt now lay on top of her, his face between her still sweatered tits. He had his hands down and under, cupping Carol's pumping ass in the palms. She felt his breath through her sweater, searing her tits. She twisted and rolled her ass about, drawing her knees up but keeping them spread widely for him.
Matt fucked slowly at first, and then began to increase the up and down, in and out movement. The friction of his cock along the walls of her velvety cunt created delicious sensations in Carol's body. The heat that had been spreading as they stood now covered the length of her body. It was hotter than she had ever felt, but a good heat. Her hips arched, twisting, grinding as her son fucked her with faster and deeper lunges. His fingers dug into the naked cheeks of her ass, lifting her.
Carol was sobbing again, but this time it was with the most ecstatic pressure within her cunt she had ever felt. Matt's cock plunged almost harshly into her boiling cunt and he was grunting loudly, snorting even. She wanted to lift her arms, to wrap them about his back, hold him close as her hips churned up and down. But she didn't hold him, she kept her hands against the boulder. But she could not stop her hips from writhing and lurching up and down.
An orgasm was growing within her stomach, but she wasn't sure she wanted to come-not with her son's cock producing it. She didn't want him to come, either. She didn't want her son to spurt his come juice into her cunt and she didn't want to come because it was her son.
But she had no choice.
The orgasm that rumbled through her erupted like the destruction of a volcano. She could not stop the scream of ecstasy that came from her mouth. She could not stop the suddenly frantic gyrations of her naked ass, fucking into his plunging cock with a frenzy as she came. Her pussy closed and opened about his prick, squeezing and relaxing. It seemed to suck at his cock, to hold it, wanting to devour it. She was gulping and sobbing and moaning all at the same time as she came, her cunt contracting in liquid heat about her son's throbbing cock.
A soft grunt came from her son. He drove his cock hard and deep into his mother's cunt, his body shaking, then going stiff, his cock very, very deep.
The gushing of his come juice was felt by Carol, felt as it splashed and flooded the depths of her overheated cunt. He came and came, and with each throbbing gush, Carol would yelp, her ass jerking, her cunt sucking.
She felt her son relaxing on top of her, his cock still between the pulsing lips of her cunt. Now she could move her hands. She closed her arms about her son's back and held him as he struggled for air.
She did not caress, only held.
Her legs were still wide, knees not straightened. Her ass felt the cool hardness of the boulder. Tears began to come from her eyes again and she sobbed silently as her son stilled.
Chapter Two
Carol had not seen her son for over a year.
When her ex-husband had called and asked her to let Matt visit during the summer months, she had agreed quickly. She found it very strange that he did not mention her youngest son, Stevie. She wanted both boys with her, but knew it would be useless to ask.
She had allowed her ex-husband to have the boys because of a financial difficulty. The agreement was they would stay with him until she was able to support them, with a permanent home. But he had tricked her. He had gotten custody without her knowing. She had tried often to call her sons, but her ex-husband always refused to let her talk to them. And all her letters went unanswered.
And then, suddenly, he had called her, asking if Matt could stay the summer.
Carol had been beside herself with delight.
"You've got to watch Matt very closely," her ex-husband warned. "There's a difference in that boy."
She questioned but he gave no answers.
"Just keep your eye on him," was all he said.
Now she had her oldest son with her. He had been with her two days now, and she had found no meaning to her ex-husband's words. Matt was as cooperative a boy as any mother could ask for. He helped about the small house, never complained, never asked for anything.
After the incident on the boulder, they had gathered up the picnic equipment and walked the narrow trail back to the car. Neither had spoken, and for that Carol was glad. She didn't know how to justify what she had done with Matt. How does a mother justify fucking her own son? she wondered.
She couldn't really blame Matt. He was too young. If there was any blame, it should be hers. She was the strongest, the oldest, the mother. Yet, she had gone along with him, let him take her panties off and fuck her.
The drive home was in silence.
However, she caught her son looking at her most of the time. She tugged her skirt down to her knees, but it had been a useless gesture. It kept riding up her thighs as she drove, and it seemed to excite her son. From the corner of her eye she noticed he was getting hard again.
She pulled into the drive and cut off the engine. Before she could gather up her things and get out, her son was around the car and opening the door for her. Without looking at him, she stepped one foot out, and suddenly found he was peering between her thighs again. A flush came over Carol's face, but it was not the flush of a woman embarrassed. It was hot and tingling and felt good.
Quickly she got out of the car, and with a quick peek at the front of his pants, saw his cock was swelling up again. She entered the house quickly and went immediately to the kitchen, putting things away.
Suddenly she stiffened.
She had left her panties on that boulder!
The sound of her son coming into the kitchen did not register on her right away. She had no idea he was there until she felt her dress being lifted in back. A shudder went through Carol, and for a moment she stood still. Her son lifted her skirt to her waist, and she knew he was looking at her ass . . . that she was naked under the skirt, and that her son had become bold quickly.
With an effort, she turned to face him.
"Matt," she said, trying to put force in her voice and failing miserably. "Matt, please."
"You have a nice ass, Mother," he said, grinning up at her.
"Matt!"
"Aw, Mother," he laughed mischievously. "You do have a nice-looking ass. I like it. I want to see more of it."
"That's enough, Matt," she said, but her voice came out in such a low whisper, she wasn't sure she had actually spoken.
He ignored her.
She felt herself pressed against the sink, her son's hips against hers. His hands cupped her sweatered tits, and she moaned as he squeezed. She could feel his cock pulsating against her thigh through his pants. Then Matt left her tits and cupped her ass cheeks. She felt him pull her face downward, and then his lips were on hers. For a moment Carol struggled against him, but weakly. She felt the tip of his tongue rubbing at her lips, and he held her face tightly, licking about. The lurching of his cock seemed to increase, and before Carol knew she was doing it, her lips parted-and he shoved his tongue into her mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she whimpered.
Carol could not believe it. She could not believe what she was doing! She had lifted her arms and held her son tightly, crushing her swollen tits against him as she began to suck and lick at his thrusting tongue. She greedily pulled his tongue deep into her mouth, and her hips twisted, grinding against her son's beautiful hard-on. She heard a moan from him, and his hands left her face and moved quickly down her back. Matt did not inch her skirt up this time, instead he jerked it swiftly. His fingers curled into his mother's naked ass cheeks, pulling her toward him as she writhed into his hard prick.
The kiss broke and she looked into her son's hot eyes, her own sparkling suddenly.
"I want some more, Mother," he said in a low voice, emphasizing his words by squeezing the naked roundness of her ass. "I need some more."
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Matt, we can't do it!"
"Why not, Mother?"
"Because I ... we just can't!"
"We already did," he pointed out. "We did it on the rock by the river. Once more wouldn't hurt anything, Mother. I need it . . . I want it so much!"
"You're so young, Matt," she ventured. "How did this-what's happened to you, darling?"
"Mother, let me! Please, please, let me do it again!" His fingers moved about her ass, feeling the smooth skin, feeling her rounded hips. "Can't you feel me, Mother? Can't you feel how hard I am? Mother, I need you so much!"
Carol was amazed that her own hands moved down her son's back, and she curled her fingers into his tight ass, drawing him tighter into her. She bent her knees slightly and moved them about his legs, feeling his throbbing cock against her cunt now. She squirmed into it, her pussy starting to throb hotly. She dug her fingers into his tight ass and writhed into his hard-on.
"But I . . . Matt, this isn't ..."
"You want it, Mother," he gasped, his fingers clawing at the cheeks of her ass in his effort to pull her tight as he could against his cock. "I can tell you want it as much I do. I need it, and so do you, Mother."
What he was saying was the truth. Carol had not been fucked since her divorce, not since . . . today on the boulder. And she wanted it, she knew that. God, how she wanted to feel a hard cock stretching her pussy. Matt's cock!
Matt pulled his hips back and his hands went between them. She felt him fumbling about, and then he drew one of her hands around, curling her fingers about his cock. Feeling her son's cock naked in her fist, hot and hard, Carol found her hand pumping, stroking, jacking her son's unusually thick and long cock freely.
"Oh, Matt! We've got to stop this somehow!" she whimpered, her fist jerking back and forth, disputing her words.
Now that she was pumping on his cock, Matt shoved his hand between her thighs, going under her skirt. He cupped his mother's cunt and pressed, rubbing along the puffy, hairy lips, finding her cunt wet and hot.
"Let's do it, Mother," he groaned. "Let's do it again!"
There in the kitchen, Carol found herself once more on her back. She sprawled out on the floor, her eyes hot and blazing as she saw her son open his pants, dropping them to his feet. His cock rose out majestically, hard and so very beautiful. His balls dangled below, and she was surprised by how hairy he was. His balls, like his cock, were larger than normal for a boy his age, and she wondered if that had anything to do with his overpowering passion.
As before, her son knelt between her legs, sitting on his heels. His cock thrust upward, and as he stared with pleasure at her hair-lined cunt, he began to stroke his prick with one hand, caressing her knee and thigh with the other.
Carol's cunt was framed with soft, auburn hair, a triangle of bushy loveliness. The lips of her pussy were pouting with desire, glistening wetly. The tip of her clitoris poked from the slippery folds, visibly quivering before her son's excited eyes. Carol's eyes smoldered with perverse desire, and she lifted her hips slightly from the floor, drawing her knees up, but keeping them wide apart in lewd exposure. She licked at her lips, her eyes never turning from his hands as he beat slowly up and down his cock. The head of Matt's prick was taut, shiny, the piss hole opening as it seeped with hungry readiness.
With her burning desire removing all other thoughts from her mind, Carol lifted her ass higher, twisting, her crotch greedy now. She moved her hands underneath her naked ass and held her hips in the air. The way her son was looking at her hairy cunt sent a tingling thrill through her, and she felt her wet pussy lips contract with anticipation of his cock penetrating them again.
She saw his eyes gleaming with sheer, sweet lust, and his fist, no longer stroking up and down, was squeezing his cock hard, making the head stand out. His balls, she saw, had drawn up tightly at the base, and she yearned to fondle them as she had felt his cock a few moments before.
Taking her hands from her ass, she held her hips in the air, still gyrating slowly. She held her arms up to her son.
"Come to me, darling," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Come to mother. I won't let you suffer this way. Come on, baby . . . you can put it in me once more . . . just once more."
With a sob of delight, Matt scooted between her widely spread thighs. Carol grabbed his cock as soon as his hand left it. She arched higher and rubbed that sweetly swollen cock head about her bubbling cunt lips, drawing it up and down, smashing her clitoris against it, feeling the seeping sweetness of his juices against her own.
"Now!" she grunted.
With a lunge, his cock plunged into Carol's cunt. Immediately her cunt closed about her son's cock and squeezed in rippling waves as a mild orgasms whipped through her. Carol mewled softly with pleasure and pulled her son on top of her. She held him at the small of his back as he began to pump up and down. Twirling her hips, she moved one hand to his naked ass. Matt shoved her sweater up, revealing a pair of rounded, tilted tits with long, sweet nipples. Quickly he began to suck and lick, devouring his mother's tits as his hands moved about her churning hips.
Carol gurgled, all thoughts of shame suddenly gone from her. Her son's cock felt much too good inside her burning cunt to think about shame now. She pumped her cunt up and down, riding his cock with soft, wet screams of ecstasy. His tight balls banged against the sensitive lips of her cunt as he went deep, very, very deep.
With her mind reeling in perverse ecstasy, Carol thrashed erotically beneath her son's pounding cock, squeals and gasps and yelps erupting from her, the sounds mingling with those of his grunts and wet sucking sounds. She drew one hand up and held his head tight against her tit, her other sliding about his bouncing ass with furious heat. The stretching of her cunt, as it had on the boulder, sent rippling pleasure from her head to her toes. She lifted her legs, her feet in the air, then closed them about his thighs, locking her ankles, her hot thighs scissoring about his squirming hips.
"Ohhh, Matt, darling!" she hissed hotly against the top of her son's head. "Ooooo, baby, baby!"
The moist sounds of his sucking mouth was his only answer. But she didn't need any answers from him. She churned her cunt powerfully, banging her naked ass up and down on the floor of the kitchen. The power of his thrusts was sliding her along the floor slowly, each plunge causing her body to move an inch. She clung to her son with a desperation born of erotic need.
His cock seemed to go deeper than any she had ever felt. It stretched her cunt lips tighter than any other cock she had fucked. The base of his cock smashed and crushed her swollen, very inflamed clitoris, bringing more squeals of ecstasy from her.
Carol drew her legs up his side, pulling her knees high, arching her cunt to him. His prick pounded and stabbed as his balls struck her cunt lips. His cock felt like a telephone pole up her pussy, a thick, long pole of burning, throbbing flesh.
"Ooo, darling, darling," Carol sobbed. "Oh, baby, baby ... do it! Ahhh, lover . . . go deep, deep!"
His lips sucked so hard it seemed her nipple would melt, dissolve in the heat of his mouth, and she didn't care. His hand was digging brutally into her other tit as he sucked on one. Her hand closed hard about his muscled ass cheek as he pulled his mouth tighter into her tit.
"Mmmmmmm, more, more!" she yelped in frantic ecstasy. "Oh, I want more, Matt! Please, please . . . give me more!"
The rumblings of her orgasm came hotly, building with such intensity, she was afraid she would not come, but that feeling would forever drive her insane. But come she did.
The orgasms shattered her, sending her mind soaring as her body shuddered violently. The hairy lips of her cunt gripped her son's cock so tightly he was having problems fucking her. And although her orgasm was even more powerful than on the boulder, she still felt his cock as he started to come.
A loud scream escaped her tightly compressed lips when she felt her son squirting come juice up her cunt for the second time that day, within a matter of an hour. The thick, boiling heat of his come juice sent her into an almost swoon of erotic sensations.
Slowly, her ass went to the floor. She spread her arms wide, her legs falling from him.
Matt rested on top of her, his weight nothing. His hot, gasping breath burned at her naked tit, searing the creamy flesh and making her nipples continue to tingle.
She felt his cock slip from her cunt, and she moaned softly with the loss. It seemed his cock was still inside her, still thick and stretching. She felt his come juice seeping from her cunt, wetting the insides of her thighs and the curves of her twitching ass cheeks.
After some time, she moved.
Matt rolled from his mother, sprawling on his back in the middle of the kitchen floor.
She sat up, looking at him, his cock glistening with the wetness of her cunt.
"How, darling?" she asked. "What happened to you? What made you so . . . made you this way?"
"What way, Mother?" he asked.
"So hot, unable to wait for it?"
Chapter Three
"Come on, darling," Carol said, holding her hand out to her son.
"You mean you want me to watch you, Mother?"
"After what we just done, would it matter anymore?"
A big grin spread over Matt's face as he took her hand. His excitement was obvious as they walked to the bathroom.
Carol did not close the door. With a teasing, half-shy look at her son, she began to undress. Matt sat on the toilet watching. The water rushed into the tub. For a moment Carol paused with her hands on her sweater then, after taking a deep breath, she quickly lifted it and pulled it over her head.
Her tits, of average size, but flawless in shape and firmness, arched up tightly. They were spaced wide, sloping gently to beautiful, sugary nipples. The nipples jutted out and slightly up, and the curve under them invited the hand to feel.
Carol became nervous now that her tits were fully revealed. She saw the hot glow in her young son's eyes as he looked her over. Yet, despite her nervousness, she experienced a beautiful warm flushing between her thighs. She knew her tits looked good, knew they would stack up alongside most any high school girl's.
She paused again with her fingers at the zipper in the back of her skirt. She wore no panties now, they had been left at that boulder. If her skirt should fall, she would be completely and brazenly naked before her son's eager eyes. He, too, was naked from the waist down but still wore a t-shirt. Carol looked down at his lap. His cock and balls rested there and she gazed at them for some time, her fingers on the tab of her zipper.
"Why don't you take your t-shirt off, honey? I don't want to be the only one naked."
Matt complied quickly, and sat there naked for her. She searched his chest and found no hair, but then he had a year or so to go before that happened, she decided. His cock, much to her surprise, was growing, swelling up from his balls. She watched, fascinated, as it began to thrust up, the foreskin pulling from that rounded, moist head. Matt was not in the least uncomfortable, she noticed.
With her eyes on his jutting cock, Carol pulled the zipper of her skirt, and it fell to her feet, swirling about on the floor. Her son made a soft, gurgling sound as he gazed at her body. Carol's ass, tight and round, swelled from her hips like two tantalizing bubbles of smooth flesh. Her legs, long and slender, were slightly parted, and Matt's eyes fixed upon the thick triangle of her cunt hair. His cock throbbed before her eyes, jerking slightly.
Carol turned the water taps off and stepped into the tub, sinking into the water. She took a bottle of scented bath salts from a small shelf and sprinkled it about the water. She lay back, her head resting on the rim of the tub, her tits seemingly floating on the surface, nipples rubbery with tingling hardness.
"Okay, honey," she said in a quiet voice, "tell me what happened. I know something happened."
"It was ..." A faint flush came to his face. "It was Stella," he said.
"Who is Stella?"
"Dad's girlfriend."
"I see," Carol said. "Go on, Matt."
"I was scared at first," he said. "But she told me it was okay."
"What was okay?" Carol asked.
"To do it."
"With her?"
Matt nodded.
"Tell me all about it, Matt," she said, feeling a strange mixture of anger and excitement. "Did this Stella make you do it?"
"No, not really, Mother. She told me it would be fun and how much I would like it. So 1 did. And it was fun and I did like it. Oh, I iked it so much!"
"What happened? Matt, I want to know everything, all the details."
Matt's eyes were glowing as he remembered, and Carol saw his excitement. She could not blame her son, not in the least. His cock was standing up very hard as he sat there, then he turned to face her, his legs spread a bit, his eyes moving from her tits to her lovely face.
"Well, she just took me into the bedroom and started showing me everything and I got this har-"
"That's all right, you can say hard-on," she giggled softly. "You can say anything you want, use the words that will make it easiest for you."
"I got this hard-on," he laughed, his pleasure showing on his face. "She pulled up her dress and showed me her cu . . . cunt, and I got real hard and she thought it was cute."
"Cute! She's out of her mind!" Carol laughed huskily. "That cock isn't cute . . . it's beautiful!"
Matt laughed with his mother, proud of his hard-on. "She showed me her cunt and then her tits, and I thought I would come just looking at her. I was excited and didn't even think about dad ..."
"Who would, at a time like that," Carol cut in. "I'm sorry, go on, darling."
"She took all her clothes off and had me take mine off, too. That day we didn't really do anything. She just played with my cock and let me feel her pussy and tits. But dad was supposed to be home soon and we didn't have any more time. But we did later, Mother!"
Carol sat quietly, taking it all in.
"The next day she kept me home from school and we did it again," Matt continued. She undressed me, then showed me how to take all her clothes off. When she got on the bed and spread her legs out, I thought I was going to come again. But I didn't. She told me what to do, how to get on top of her. She put my co . . . cock, in her and I did it to her. And she didn't have to tell me how, either, Mother!"
"I can imagine," Carol laughed throatily. "When a guy gets his cock in a hot pussy, no one has to tell him what to do. It comes by instinct. Tell me, was it good?"
"Oh yes! But not as good as you, Mother," he said.
"You're just flattering me," she replied. "And I love it! But I know I'm good." She bragged with an arched eyebrow. "In fact, I'm the best there is."
"I believe it," Matt giggled.
"Tell me more," Carol asked, her cunt heating up and her clitoris tingling. Hearing her son relate his first fuck sent shivers up and down her spine. She cupped her tits and caressed them as she listened, her son watching her hands with interest.
"She was hot and wet," he said. "When I put my cock in her pussy, it was almost like putting it in a bowl of melted butter. And she was moving before I could. She started throwing her hips up and down and making funny noises. But it felt so good I had to pump in and out."
Carol watched her son as he squeezed his cock tightly in one fist, his eyes almost dreamy as he recalled fucking Stella. His balls looked so delicious to her, she wanted to hold them. But the anticipation of what would soon be happening was so exciting, waiting built up of her erotic desires.
"She started coming right away, or at least that's what she told me. She got hotter and hotter and I thought she would bounce me off, but I stayed there and then I came. She yelled a lot when I came and I thought she was hurt. But she told me about it when it was over, that she loved it when a guy came off inside her pussy."
"I know what she's talking about," Carol said.
"You do?"
"I can feel it and I love it," Carol said. "Oh, yes, honey ... I love to feel a hard cock squirting come juice into my cunt, too."
Matt looked at her shyly now, but he continued to grip his cock. "She did something else, too, Mother."
"Oh, what did she do?"
"She . . . she put my cock in her mouth," he said in a very low voice.
Carol felt her heart leap inside her chest. Her eyes became moist, her cunt pulsating. She dug her fingers into her tits, mewling softly. "Did she suck it, Matt? Did Stella suck your cock?"
Matt nodded.
"And did you come in her mouth?" Again he nodded.
"What did you think of that, darling?"
"I . . . liked it."
"Liked it? Just liked it? Come on, baby, you loved it, right?"
He nodded, giving her a shy grin.
"Of course you did," Carol gurgled. "I don't know any boy or man who wouldn't love getting a blow-job."
He opened his eyes wide. "Do you like it, too, Mother?"
"Mmmm, do I!" she murmured throatily. "There's nothing as good as feeling a cock in my mouth. It's so different from being in my cunt. A hard, throbbing cock between my lips excites me so very much!"
"Oh, wow!"
Carol drew her knees up out of the water and back to her tits. This caused her ass to lift, and her puffy, hair-lined cunt was in view to her son. She slipped a hand past her hips and rubbed the tip of her finger along the slit, watching him with smoldering, liquid eyes.
"Stella should have sucked you often, I believe," she said in her husky voice. "I have a feeling you need a lot of sucking on that sweet cock, baby."
"Oh, I do, Mother!" he replied, watching her caress her finger along her pussy slit, probing lightly at her puffy cunt and the very tip of her clitoris. "I need it very often."
"I bet I can suck it better than that woman," Carol murmured. "I bet I can give you a better blow-job than she did any time. I'm very, very good at it."
"Do it now, Mother!" he pleaded, his prick jerking in his fist. His piss hole was flaring widely with gleaming beads of juice clinging to it. "Suck me now, Mother! I think I need a blow-job now!"
"Of course you need a blow job now," she agreed with him. "Stand here." She pointed to the side of the tub.
Matt moved hurriedly, his cock straining out, the head huge and swollen. He arched his hips toward his mother's face, his eyes hot and expectant. He held his cock at the base with two fingers, offering it to her.
Carol was burning with eager hunger. She swiped her pink tongue over her full lips as she gazed at her son's cock. It had been some time since she'd enjoyed a hard prick in her mouth-as long as it had been since she had been fucked, in fact. Already her mouth was watering to have Matt's cock between her lips. She lowered her knees, turning sideways in the tub. The tub was narrow and she had to draw her knees back up as she twisted around. The nipples of her tits brushed her knees, and she made a soft, whimpering sound of expectant ecstasy, her eyes almost glassy as she slowly moved her mouth toward her son's throbbing cock.
She pursed her lips, then placed them against the wet piss hole, kissing it. The juices seeping from his cock made her lips slippery and she brushed them from side to side, hearing her son moan softly. The heat of his cock against her lips sent a rippling hunger flowing from her mouth to her cunt, causing it to pulsate in a greedy manner.
Carol knew that she would experience a terrific orgasm when she sucked Matt's young, strong, extremely hard cock. And she knew she would come again when he did. The taste of come juice was one of the most delicious, sweetest things on earth to Carol. If she had her way, she would suck a cock twice a day-or maybe even three times a day.
It had been along, dry spell for her, but she was going to make up for it now, make up for it with her son, and his ever so sweet cock.
She brushed her lips back and forth on his cock, letting them become very wet and slippery. Then she darted the tip of her tongue out, flipping it up and down against his piss hole. Matt groaned as he looked down at her. He was arching his cock forward, and she didn't have to lean very far.
As much as she wanted to swallow his cock quickly, she wanted to tease herself-and him-a little first. She slipped her hot lips along the shaft of her son's cock, the tip of her tongue darting. She worked to the base where he held it with two fingers. She sucked in a deep breath and shoved her tongue out as far as it would go. Carol had a very long tongue, and she scooted it beneath his balls. For a moment she lapped them, bouncing them up and down. She breathed heavily and hotly, her nose against the underside of his prick. The grunts coming from her son intensified her own pleasure. She ran her wet hands up his thighs, to his hips, around them and fondled his tight ass, cupping and squeezing his ass cheeks.
Carol nuzzled her face into her son's balls, inhaling the intoxicating scent of them. One thing she enjoyed very much was having a hard cock and a pair of balls in her face so she could kiss and lick them.
Carol parted her lips and wrapped them around one of her son's balls. She heard him gasp and flashed her eyes up into his. Matt's face was glowing with delight, his eyes burning with the pleasure of having her hot, wet mouth around his balls. Carol felt his hand gripping his cock as she sucked and licked on his balls, feeling him jacking off. She didn't want him to come until she had that sweet hardness in her mouth, as deep as she could get it. But she knew her young son was much too excited to just stand there as she stimulated his balls with her tongue and lips.
She widened her lips to pull his other ball inside her mouth. Her lips closed about them and her eyes blazed in ecstasy as her mouth was filled with them. What sparse hair he had on his balls did not bother her. She sucked gently, lovingly, her tongue fluttering about them. She loved the way they writhed between her lips. She dug her fingers into the cheeks of his ass, holding him tightly as she gurgled with erotic, boiling ecstasy.
But it was his cock she wanted. Opening her lips, she let his balls fall free. She kissed them, then scraped her tongue about the base of his pulsating cock. As her tongue touched his prick there, Matt released it and twisted about, trying to get the head of his cock into his mother's mouth. But Carol prevented that, wanting to lick and taste his prick for a bit longer. The hard throbbing of it against her tongue was so good her mind was numb to everything except his cock and her oral delight.
"Now, Mother!" Matt groaned. "Oh, Mother, suck my cock now! Please ... I'm afraid I might come if you don't hurry!"
"Then come, darling," she whispered in a hot voice. "If you can't wait, don't worry about it. We have all day and night . . . weeks . . . months. Come if you have to."
She continued to lick and suck at the shaft of his cock, her cunt boiling with some delicious, hot orgasms, wave after wave of them. She was making soft animal-like sounds as she licked and kissed, nuzzled and sucked.
She parted her lips slightly, just enough to run them up and down the shaft of her son's cock wetly, the tip of her tongue gliding along that hot, tight flesh. She felt her son's hands on her head, urging her to take his prick into her mouth. His hands were entwined in her hair, but she didn't mind at all.
Matt twisted about, rubbing his cock and balls into his mother's lovely face, staring down at her with his burning eyes, gasping with ecstasy.
As her mouth and tongue darted along the base of his cock, Matt spread his thighs. Carol found she could reach far past his balls with her tongue, and she licked along that sensitive strip of flesh between his balls and asshole. His balls were resting against her eyes and she knew the dripping head of his cock was in her hair.
Dragging her tongue along the strip of flesh and to his balls again, she flicked her tongue about them, then along the shaft of his cock and twirled it about the smooth, swollen head, over his copiously oozing piss hole. Matt found his chance.
With a thrust of his hips, he drove his cock between his mother's lips and deep into her mouth. She felt the head of his cock brushing the entrance of her throat and she mewled as if she were melting with passion-which she was. Her lips stretched tightly about the hard cock. tingling with the heat of him. Her tongue pressed against the underside, holding his prick against the roof of her mouth.
She sucked with her lips against the base, feeling his prick throb. She closed her eyes to savor the taste of his hardness, her tits smashing against her knees, her fingers digging into the cheeks of his ass harshly. Wet gurgling sounds came from her as she sucked back on her son's cock, her tongue licking, her cheeks sunk inward to create terrific pressure. Holding the cockhead with her lips, she flapped her tongue about his piss hole, tasting those slippery juices and swallowing them hungrily.
"Ooo, Mother!" Matt groaned. "Your mouth is so hot and wet! Oh, suck my cock, Mother! Suck it hard for me!"
Carol mewled around his prick, diving her face forward quickly, gulping his cock deep. She again dragged her lips and tongue along it slowly, her suction powerful. She began to suck him this way, gulping his prick into her mouth quickly, then sucking back slowly. Her cunt was lurching beneath the surface of the water in the tub, and her ass twisted about, tits still smashed at her knees.
Back and forth her head went, her son staring down at her with fiery eyes, groaning and grunting. He clung to her hair as she clung to his ass cheeks, her lips riding his cock with a hunger born from long-suffering frustration.
His prick was throbbing powerfully, sending tingling ecstasy about her lips and down her throat, making her naked flesh shiver as the delight rushed like lightning to her bubbling cunt and knotted clitoris. Carol knew she was going to come explosively when she felt her son's cock gushing that thick sweetness into her mouth. She gobbled frantically now, wanting his come juice to boil across her tongue and fill her mouth.
Matt began to tremble, his ass tight in her hands.
"Mmmmm!" Carol mumbled, gulping swiftly. "Mmmmmm!"
He could not prevent his hips from thrusting forward and she knew it. But she wanted his come juice over her tongue and not squirting directly down her throat. She wanted to taste the thick sweetness of it, and she drew her head back as he lunged forward. She held the swollen head of his cock tightly just behind the ridge with her lips, her tongue flying about his piss hole.
"I'm going to come, Mother!" Matt shouted. "Oh, I've got to come-now!"
The words burst from his mouth just as his cock spurted.
The thick, creamy come juice coated her tongue and Carol wailed around his cock as her cunt exploded with a trembling orgasm.
She rushed her tongue about his piss hole as he squirted, tasting the come juice, her eyes rolling in her head. She sucked hard on his cock as if she were trying to draw a very thick milk shake up through a straw.
Her mouth filled with the nectar of his precious balls and her cunt erupted into convulsions that were so hot, so tight, she was amazed. She had never come this strongly before in her life. Her whole body was shaking as she sucked and swallowed her son's come juice. Even her tits felt as if they would burst like overfilled balloons. She clawed at his ass with her sharp fingers, hungry for every drop of his come juice.
As his cock dribbled to a finish, Carol clung to it with tight lips, not wanting to give it up. She ran her tongue about his wet piss hole, enjoying the burning sensation on her tongue and in her throat. The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth and she released his cock only when her cunt became still.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good!" she mewled, pressing her face into his cock and balls, hugging his ass tightly. "Oh, darling, your cock tastes so fucking good!"
"You are better, Mother," he gasped, struggling for breath. "You're a better cock-sucker than Stella ... a lot better."
"I told you," she said, taking her face out of his crotch to look into his shining eyes.
"Your mother is good at mostly fucking and sucking.
Chapter Four
Carol wondered about this Stella, the woman her ex-husband was presently living with.
She felt no animosity toward the woman. Her ex-husband could live with whom ever he wanted. Carol knew the woman must be erotic if she had initiated her son, Matt, into those delicious pleasures. She felt no anger toward the woman because of Matt, either. Matt had, apparently, been more than just a willing partner. Just this one day had told her that.
She looked at her son as he toweled himself off. He was growing. He would be a tall man, like his father, she told herself. Already his shoulders were filling out and his muscles were developing nicely. At the moment, his body was almost hairless-not that Carol preferred hairy men. It really made no difference to her. Even the hair around his cock had a ways to go, she saw.
Matt strutted proudly, comfortable with his nakedness. She smiled to herself, knowing his pleasure. Sprawled on her bed with her head propped on two fluffy pillows, she enjoyed looking at him. There was beauty in his young body, it was lithe, yet muscular. The cheeks of his ass were tight and hard, his thighs firm. It was his cock and balls that interested her most, though. They were his pride and joy-and now hers, too.
She lay with her flawless tits arching up, her nipples rubbery in hardness, tingling from the amazing fucking on the boulder and then on the kitchen floor. He had fucked her terrifically, and she still rippled from the ecstasy.
And in the bathroom! Mmmmm!
Matt had the most delicious cock ever, she thought as she gazed at it warmly. Although it felt no different than any other cock she had sucked into her mouth, the fact that it was her son's made it seem special. The thick taste of his come juice had been a treat for her, too. Carol loved the hot taste of come juice boiling over her tongue, and the nectar from her son's balls had been honey to her. Matt, she thought, came more than any man she'd ever known.
She stretched her long legs out along the bed as she waited for her son. The tufts of her thick cunt hair looked as if they needed brushing, sticking up and curling all over the place. She looked down her body, pleased that it was still in very good condition, especially now that she was fucking her son.
Carol opened her thighs, tracing a finger up and down one of them. She caressed lightly at the soft, sensitive inner thigh, drawing her finger along her cunt lip as she watched her son with smoldering eyes. When he turned to look at her, she smiled with an erotic invitation. She moved her finger along the slit of her cunt and lightly brushed it along her clitoris, writhing her naked ass gently as he gazed at her. Opening her legs wider, she felt no shame nor embarrassment or guilt now.
"So your father caught you dipping into his private honey pot, huh?" she asked as she slipped her finger into her pussy slowly, playing with herself for his pleasure more than hers. "He caught you fucking his private pussy and sent you to me, right?"
Matt nodded his head. "He got mad at me, not Stella."
"Of course he did," Carol replied, opening her legs very wide with her finger half inside her cunt. "He couldn't very well kick his piece of hot ass out. Then who would he fuck?"
"I like it better with you anyway, Mother," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, stroking a hand along her thigh. "Now, anyway. At first I didn't want to come here because . . . well, because of Stella."
"I can understand that, honey," Carol murmured softly. "You don't have to feel bad about that. You were getting all the pussy and blow-jobs you wanted. Naturally you wanted to stay there."
"But I get it here, now," he grinned as his fingers moved along one puffy lip of her cunt. "And I'd rather be with you than with Stella, Mother."
"I'm sure we can find things to keep you entertained," she said softly, arching her cunt up a bit as he cupped and pressed it.
"We already have," he laughed, working his middle finger into his mother's wet cunt. "We already have!"
"Mmmmm, I think you're right," she replied, her eyes showing a liquid pleasure as he ran his finger in and out of her cunt. She lifted her hips and held her crotch high into his hand. "But, darling, you've fucked me twice today, not to speak of getting a blow-job. Are you sure you're up to one more piece of ass?"
Matt laughed and before she knew it he leaned over and nipped at her creamy thigh with his teeth. "There's other ways, Mother," he said.
"I think I love that Stella," Carol replied, twisting her hips about. "She taught you a great deal, didn't she?"
"This, too," Matt said, and buried his face into the thick hair of her cunt, kissing at the moist tip of her clitoris.
Carol squealed with pleasure and grabbed the back of her son's head, pushing her cunt hard into his mouth. She squirmed into his face, gazing with fogged vision between her tits at him. The hair about her cunt was so thick it almost concealed his nose and chin.
She threw one thigh wide, trying to squirm her cunt against his mouth. She felt his tongue dart out and lick about her clitoris, swirling hotly like a flame of fire. She gurgled and began to grind at his mouth. Her son's tongue flicked about her clitoris like a coiling rope, drawing on it as she closed his lips. When Matt sucked on her clitoris, she yelped as a stab of pure ecstasy ripped through her. She slammed her cunt into his face hard, still holding the back of his head. She felt him cupping her uplifted ass in one of his palms while the other hand moved up and down the inside of her creamy-smooth thigh where it was the most sensitive to touch.
Taking a hand from his head, she searched until she found his cock. Gripping it with her strong fingers, Carol jerked his prick up and down, feeling it grow into that ever so desirable hardness. She squeezed and pumped on his cock as his tongue seemed to snap and lick and swirl about her steamy clitoris. She released his cock and curled her fingers about his balls, tugging and twisting them gently. The soft moans her son made, the sound muffled because his mouth was pressed into her cunt, told her of his pleasure.
"Inside!" she wailed. "I want your tongue inside me, Matt! Ohhh, baby, shove your tongue up mother's cunt . . . way up my cunt!"
She felt his tongue lap at the puffy cunt lips, raking up and down the slippery slit. Then he plunged it between those lips.
Carol yelped, her body shuddering as her cunt contracted about her son's tongue. "Ohhh, yes, Matt! Ahhh, baby, fuck mother's hot cunt! Tongue-fuck mother's hairy, wet, hot cunt! Fuck me . . . fuck me, fuck me!"
She was twisting and churning her ass frantically, grinding into his eager face as her hand raced from his balls to his cock, jerking a few times, then back to his balls. She didn't seem to know what to hold, to feel. The burning fire of ecstasy lapped at her nerves as she arched and swayed her uplifted ass, legs stretched as wide as she could get them. The wet, slurping sounds of her son's tongue filled her ears, making them roar with erotic intensity.
She felt a powerful orgasm boiling about her cunt, and released his cock and balls to press at the back of his head. She slammed her pussy up and down, brutally, as though she were trying to suck his whole face into her greedy cunt.
Matt twisted on the bed until he was between his mother's thighs, his lips and tongue never leaving her seeping, contracting cunt. He stretched out between her thighs and held her ass with both hands, curling his fingers into the tightness of her velvety ass cheeks. His chin seemed to be pressing against the heat of her asshole, and his top lip was smashing her swollen clitoris while his tongue reached places inside her cunt she didn't know she had. It flicked at the slippery nerves, lapped along the velvety walls, and curled upwards to swirl hotly about her clitoris, then down and into her again.
Carol yelped and gurgled, holding his head tightly into her crotch, churning in wild, tight circles. She closed her hot thighs about his face, squeezing him, gazing with slightly unfocused eyes into his face. The thick curls of her pussy concealed his mouth and nose, and the pressure of his chin against her asshole intensified the pleasure she felt. The muscles of her stomach rippled and her tits swelled, nipples rubber-hard.
"Ooo, baby, darling!" she gurgled hotly. "Ohhh, Matt! Ahhh, so good, baby! So fucking good! Beautiful . . . sweet! Eat it, eat it! Ohhh, Matt, eat my fucking cunt! Lick me . . . suck me! Ahhh, darling, tongue mother's hot cunt! You're going to make me come! Oh, God . . . are you going to ever make me come!"
Carol was banging her cunt up and down harshly into her son's face, moving from the hips only, her thighs clamped hotly about his young face. The cheeks of her ass were tight in his palms, and his tongue raced in and out of her slippery cunt, over her clitoris, then probing swiftly and deeply into scalding wet heat of her pussy again. It seemed to Carol that her son's tongue was everywhere, touching and licking and tasting each inflamed nerve of her hungry cunt.
The ecstasy grew and grew until she wondered if she would ever come. The tingling thrills in the pit of her stomach were about to drive her out of her mind! She whipped her cunt brutally into her son's face, her own features contorting with the impending orgasm.
"Oh! Oh . . . ohhhhhh!" Carol came. Her cunt contracted like a steel vise around her son's plunging tongue, flexing and sucking with such power Matt had difficulty driving it in and out. The gripping lips of her cunt convulsed much stronger than ever before in her life, and the orgasms seemed to ripple from her head to her toes, flooding every inch of her body with such ecstatic heat she wondered if she were going to faint.
Matt was now licking along her contracting cunt lips, moving his tongue up and down the very slippery slit and tip of her clitoris, up and down ... up and down, still holding her ass high into his face. Carol was no longer churning and grinding, all she was doing was trembling, yipping with pleasure.
"Stop," she groaned. "Oh, please, baby, stop! I can't stand any more! Take your mouth away . . . move your tongue! Honey, darling . . . please stop licking my cunt!"
Matt lifted his head, his eyes shining brightly. He rested his cheeks along her thigh, looking up at his mother. She lowered her ass, but his hands still cupped the cheeks. Goose bumps ran about her flesh as she gasped and sobbed. The pleasure had been intense, so astonishing she couldn't believe it.
When her breathing was normal, she ran her hand through her son's hair. "Come up here with me, honey. I want to hold you."
Matt scooted up beside his mother. She wrapped her arm about his shoulders as he placed his head against her neck. She turned her face and kissed him, tasting the wetness of her cunt on his lips. She ran her tongue about his mouth, licking all that cunt juice from him. Matt fondled her tits for a while, tweaking and pulling at her nipples, finding them still rubbery hard. Moving his mouth to one, he licked and sucked it, gently.
Carol cooed softly and brushed her fingers through his hair. She could feel his cock throbbing against her hip, and moved a hand between them. Gripping her son's cock, she stroked him. When Matt began to fuck into her fist, she held her hand still, but her fingers tight, letting him pump back and forth, let him fuck her fist.
When her cunt began to pulsate with hungry heat again, she was surprised. After that astounding orgasm his lips and tongue had given her, Carol thought she was through for the night. Yet, there was that burning eagerness again, making her pussy twitch and become puffy.
"I hope I'm going to get fucked again," she whispered softly against the top of his head. "I sure hope I'm going to be fucked again with your sweet cock, darling."
Matt lifted from her tit, his eyes burning, his face showing his pleasure. "And I was hoping you'd say that, Mother."
"We can't waste such a beautiful hard-on, can we?" she laughed throatily. "We certainly can't waste any of that precious come juice . . . let it spurt on the bed, can we? I have a much better place for it, don't you think?"
Matt rolled on top of his mother as she parted her legs. He closed a hand about one spongy tit as she moved her hand to his cock. Guiding that swollen head to her cunt, she lifted her hips. As his cock sank into her pussy, Carol sucked in a long hiss of delighted air.
"Sit back," she whispered in a thick voice. "Sit up and watch me fuck you, darling."
Matt looked at her, puzzled.
Carol laughed. "I have a few tricks Stella didn't teach you," she said. "Sit back, baby."
As he lifted and sat back on his heels, Carol made sure her cunt did not lose its wet grip around his cock. She held his lips tightly with her thighs for a moment as her son gazed down at her hairy pussy. He could see the way his mother's taut cunt stretched about his thick cock and he felt it pulsating. Her clitoris was again swollen, standing up like some tiny cock. Carol placed her hands on the bed, her heels against the mattress. She began to pump slowly on her son's cock, enjoying the fire in his eyes as he stared down at her hair-rimmed pussy gobbling his prick.
"See me fucking you, darling?" she asked in a husky voice. "Watch mother's cunt . . . watch my pussy eat your sweet cock up, Matt! Can you feel mother's hot cunt grabbing at your hard cock? Watch it. See how my hairy cunt fucks you?"
Her hips moved a bit faster, up and down, round and round. Matt began to gasp with delight, his eyes gazing in surprise at the way his mother's cunt moved back and forth on his prick. He could see the wetness shining on his prick as she pulled back, holding the swollen head inside, then plunging down onto his prick tightly, grinding her puffy cunt lips at the base. The heat of her cunt was searing his cock and the round tightness of her ass cheeks brushed at his balls.
Carol was mewling with pleasure as she pumped her cunt back and forth on his cock. She was straining onto him, the muscles of her stomach and thighs bunching in her effort. She, too, felt his balls against her ass when she came down, and the sensations were thrilling. Her pussy, as before, felt like a well-stretched rubber band about her son's prick. It seemed to her that Matt's cock stretched and stuffed her cunt like no other had, going deeper. It had to be simply because he was her son, and it was perverse that it was so insanely exciting to fuck her son. The very fact it was her son's cock inside her hot cunt made it feel bigger, thicker, longer, than any other cock in the world.
Her hips began to move faster yet.
Matt was grunting with delight, amazed at the movements of his mother's hips. She was gritting her teeth as her cunt slipped back and forth on his cock, whimpering with the heat of another impending orgasm. Although her cunt was about to explode, she could still feel the wonderful throbbing of his cock inside. Carol's hips twisted and churned violently, humping onto his cock with swift motions. She was gripping her tits with both hands now, her fingers digging into them harshly, her nipples swelling between them. She was grunting and groaning, sobbing and whimpering. Her creamy flesh shivered and her body jerked spastically as the orgasm began to rumble like a thundering storm about her cunt.
A loud scream came from her as her orgasm exploded.
The tightness of her cunt lips, and the waving, contracting ripples of her pussy drew on her son's cock, sucking and squeezing. Her pussy was like a fist holding him, tightening and relaxing.
"I'm going to . . . come, Mother!"
Matt slammed his hips hard into her crotch, his cock going to depths that surprised even her. The hot gushing of his come juice splattered the walls of her convulsing cunt, making Carol scream again. Her mind reeled as the astonishing ecstasy burned through her like a wildfire. His cock squirted and squirted, and her cunt filled with the sweetness of his precious balls.
When the gripping tightness of her orgasms finally released her, she slumped, heaving and gasping, her tits rising and falling, her hands loose on them now. Her cunt slipped from her son's cock with a soft, wet, audible sucking sound, and he fell back between her thighs, panting hoarsely. His legs were beneath hers, and while she gasped, she saw his cock and balls resting near her cunt. That's where his cock should always be-near my cunt, she thought.
She pressed her thighs along his hips as sleep started to overcome her. It has been a hell of a day, she thought.
Chapter Five
They awoke late the next morning.
The sun was high when Carol opened her eyes and she struggled upright. They had slept in the position they had fallen into, and her son still had his head toward the foot of the bed.
She sat up, leaning against the headboard and looked at Matt. She looked at him as she had the day before, on the boulder. The only difference now was that he was naked, his lovely cock and balls sweetly revealed to her hot eyes.
Already there was a pulsating sensation between her legs as she drew her knees up and rested her chin on them.
I want him still, she thought.
Carol searched her mind, feeling into her consciousness for some sign of guilt, or at the least embarrassment. But she found none. Fucking her son was delicious, and as long as he felt no shame, she intended to keep on fucking him.
Swinging her long legs over the edge of the bed, she got up and bathed, sitting in the tub for a long time. The hot water soothed her flesh, but seemed to also heal the slight soreness of her cunt. It should be sore, she thought with a soft giggle. I've never been fucked so damned thoroughly in my life!
After dressing in a cotton print dress, she moved back to the bed and looked down at her son again. His hairless chest rose and fell evenly. His face was turned to one side and he looked so young and innocent in sleep. Then her eyes strayed to his cock and balls. He isn't innocent there, she thought, but he sure is sweet!
She could not resist sliding her hand to his cock and balls and cupping them lovingly for a moment. Matt was sleeping so soundly he didn't even stir as she fondled him tenderly.
With a sigh she pulled her hand back and walked to the kitchen. She looked at the floor for a moment, remembering the fantastic, almost violent fucking he had given her here yesterday.
Carol began to prepare hot cakes and sausage, the odor making her hungry.
After she finished cooking, she went to wake her son up. But he was up already, standing in the shower. She stood and looked at him, her eyes aiming straight for his cock. It stood out in firm loveliness, and she giggled and shoved her hand toward it.
"Good morning, you horny little kid," she said, kissing his mouth and not caring that her hair caught some of the spray. "Do you always wake up with such a lovely hard-on?"
"Why did you get dressed, Mother?" he asked.
"Because, young lover," she giggled as she stroked his cock, "we have to shop for food. You eat like a fucking horse and if I'm going to feed you, we have to go to the store."
"Right now?" he asked, his eyes glowing and his cock throbbing in her hand. "Can't we fuck first?"
Carol pulled her hand away. "Don't tempt me," she teased. "No fucking until after the shopping. Once we start fucking, you know good and well we won't get anything done all day long. Now, hurry up and come eat before it gets cold."
When he entered the kitchen he was wearing tight jeans and a clean, fresh tank top. She saw that his cock was sweetly outlined along one thigh.
After they had eaten and the dishes were in the dishwasher, they went out to the car. It was not far to the shopping center, and she drove slowly. Her skirt was hiked past her knees, and she laughed in a husky way when Matt shoved it higher, exposing the tight crotch of her panties.
"Need a peek, huh?" she said.
"I always need to peek, Mother," he replied, rubbing along his cock.
"Are you always so hard, darling?" she asked, glancing at his lap. "I never noticed that before."
She took her right hand off the wheel and placed it on top of his concealed cock, feeling the hardness and heat of it burning through his pants.
She pulled into the parking area of the shopping center. There were many cars there and she had to park some distance from the supermarket. Before she could get out, her son grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand back to his cock.
"I can't get out with a hard-on, Mother. Someone might see me."
"I can't help you now, baby," she said, looking longingly at his outlined cock. "It's too crowded here. Someone might see."
"Suck me, Mother," he asked, his voice hoarse with need. "Come on, no one will see. Suck me off, Mother!"
Carol looked nervously around the huge parking lot. No one was any where near them. Yet, someone could come past their car, see her head down, and know she was sucking past his cock. But his prick was so hard against her hand, so hot and yearning.
"You watch for someone," she whispered, leaning over her son's lap and fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. "If any one comes this way, you tell me."
"I will, Mother," he replied. "Just suck me off and I'll keep a look out."
Carol pulled her son's cock out of his pants, seeing the long, thick hardness again. The sun was hot as it came through the windshield, but she didn't feel it. She held his cock at the base, swiping her tongue around the smooth, swollen head, over his dripping piss hole. She swiped her tongue against him, tasting the juices seeping from that slit. With a soft moan of pleasure, she closed her lips about his cock and swallowed it. She felt her son's hand on the back of her head as she began to suck him with wet, hungry lips.
She made a smacking noise as she lifted her mouth briefly. "Don't get so excited you forget to watch for anyone coming this way," she warned.
Again she pulled his cock into her mouth and began to slide up and down it. She sucked his cock this time without gulping on it. She used her mouth the way she had used her cunt the night before. She made strong suction even going down on him, and stronger yet as she sucked upward. She wanted to lift his balls out and fondle them as she sucked his cock, but the danger of being seen was great.
Matt's prick burned at her lips, stretching them with that delicious thickness. She ran her mouth down, taking him deep, shivering when the swollen prick head brushed at her throat. She held his balls through his pants, squeezing them in an effort to make him come quickly before they were seen.
Matt pressed at the back of her head, urging his mother to suck his cock deep into her throat. She listened to his gurgling pleasure, and hoped he was still watching for anyone approaching. As the taste of his hot cock filled her mouth, tingling against her stretching lips, she found she didn't give a damn if someone did see her sucking him off. Her cunt, encased by tight, nylon panties, was throbbing as hotly as her son's cock. She writhed her thighs, making a pressure against her pussy as she sucked up and down that tasty hardness.
A car honked somewhere and a flush crept over her face, but she sucked up and down without hesitation. Her emotions were boiling and she could feel her son's cock threatening to gush into her greedy, hot mouth. If a crowd had suddenly gathered to watch her suck Matt's cock, she could not have stopped.
She sucked faster and with more hunger, whimpering as those orgasms began to burst in her cunt. She sucked so fast now her hair fanned out about his thighs. She dug her hand into his hidden balls, her lips tight and his tongue licking with a fiery greed.
She felt Matt arch up, forcing his cock into her mouth, moaning. "I'm going to come, Mother! Ohhh, fuck . . . I'm going to come!"
Matt's prick swelled and lurched inside her mouth, then she felt his come juice filling it. She made a wet, choking sound for a second, swallowed the come juice, and began to bob her face up and down in rapid strokes, sucking and swallowing as each spurt flew out of his flaring piss hole. She whimpered in delight as her cunt convulsed with stronger contraction. If she had heard applause at this moment, she would have taken a bow.
She held Matt's cock between her lips and ran her tongue about his wet piss hole, reluctant now to turn him loose.
"I see someone," Matt whispered.
With a soft squeal, Carol jerked her mouth off his cock and sat up, running her fingers through her hair, looking around with panic on her face. Her lips still tingled and the heat of her cunt spread along her thighs. She saw a girl coming toward them, but the teenager was not paying any attention to where Carol and Matt sat.
The girl climbed into the car parked next to theirs and drove away.
"That was close," Carol whispered, looking into the rear view mirror to see if her lips were okay. "A minute longer and she would have caught me with a mouthful of hard cock."
Matt laughed. "She looks like she would like a mouthful of cock, too, Mother."
"Oh? How can you tell that?"
"Because she's pretty."
"Oh? Pretty girls suck cock, do they?"
"Well, you're pretty and you sure suck cock, Mother."
"Get your ass out of here and let's buy some groceries."
Although the parking lot was crowded, the supermarket was not. Taking a basket, they went up and down the aisles, selecting what they needed. Once, near the produce area, the back of her hand brushed the front of her son's pants and she looked at him.
"Are you hard again?" she asked.
He nodded, grinning proudly.
"My God!" Carol murmured, giving his cock a quick feel. "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it."
As they finished shopping, Carol could not keep from glancing at the front of her son's pants often. The way his prick stood out, the length revealed, made the nerves of her cunt tense until she thought she would come just sanding next to him.
"You better do something with that thing before you get raped," Carol whispered to him. "That girl is looking at you as if she could eat you up."
The girl, a lovely young blonde standing at the cash register of a checkout counter, was looking at Matt's hard-on with unconcealed pleasure. Matt's eyes glowed with pride and he swaggered as his mother shoved the cart up to that counter. For a moment the girl seemed in a dream world, her eyes glassy as she looked unabashedly at Matt's hard, bulging cock.
The blonde girl shrugged, as if coming out of a trance. Her tits straining inside the pastel-colored smock, she began to check the items, but her eyes moved toward Matt's cock and she fumbled frequently. Carol stood and smiled to herself, knowing what this lovely blonde was thinking, feeling. She would bet anything the girl's cunt was wet, soaking her panties.
As they left the supermarket, Carol noticed the blonde girl kept her eyes lingeringly on her son. Outside, she said, "I told you, didn't I?
That girl would have fucked you on the checkout counter if you had taken your cock out. She looked as if she was going to come anytime."
Matt laughed, walking beside his mother, pushing the loaded cart, his cock still hard. "I don't need her-I've got you, Mother."
After loading their purchases in the car, they sat in the front seat for a while, both of them laughing about the blonde girl.
"I bet she came in her fucking panties," Carol laughed, pressing the heel of her hand between her thighs. "I know I almost did a few times."
"I wish you had come, Mother," he said, stroking her warm thigh through the cotton material of her dress. "That would be fun, knowing you were standing in a supermarket, coming off."
"I don't need to stand in a supermarket and come off," she said, stroking her other hand over his hard-on. "I've got you to make me come."
"Where?"
"Oh, God . . . not again! You really don't give a shit if someone sees us, do you, darling?"
He shook his head. "That's their tough luck."
"Can't you wait until we get home?" she squeezed his cock tightly, then pulled her hand away.
"I don't think so," he said, shoving his hand under her dress along her thigh. "You don't want me to come off in my pants, do you, Mother?"
"You mean you want me to suck you off here again?"
"I want some pussy, Mother."
"But we can't . . . not here."
"Please, Mother!"
"Oh, God!"
She felt her cunt throbbing and knew what her son felt. She looked around, searching. She started the car and pulled from the parking place. Driving behind the supermarket, she found a place to stop. There were half a dozen Dempsy-Dumpsters there, all overflowing with boxes and paper. She backed the car between two of them, and opened her door.
"Come on-hurry, darling!"
They almost ran to the rear of the car. With a quick look around, Carol saw they were fairly well concealed. No one would see them unless they came right up to the car. She leaned over the trunk, pulling her skirt to her waist.
"Fuck me, Matt!"
The metal of the car was hot against her, but she didn't feel that. The only heat she felt was that of her cunt, and it was going to melt her flesh if her son did not hurry and thrust his cock into it.
"Please, fuck it!" she whimpered, twisting her ass about as she waited for him to release his cock. "Ohhh, I can't wait any longer! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me!"
She felt her son jerk the tight crotch of her panties to one side, then his cock was thrusting into her pussy. Carol squealed, unable to keep the sound soft and quiet. Her son's cock ran deep into her bubbling pussy and she began to shake and twist her exposed ass rapidly. She placed her hands on the metal of the trunk, her eyes closed and her lips parted, gasping. Her son gripped her hips with tight fingers, his cock plunging furiously into her gripping cunt.
She knew the sounds she made were too loud, yet she was unable to stifle them. The ecstasy was too much, too much pleasure for her. She danced her exposed ass up and down, the tight cheeks banging into her son as he lunged his cock back and forth. Already her pussy was contracting about his throbbing cock. Sucking him off in the car had intensified the constant heat of her pussy, and realizing the blonde at the checkout counter wanted Matt's cock, all of that created a storm of passion in her slender body.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she squealed.
"Oh, Mother!" Matt panted, banging powerfully against her jiggling ass. "You're so fucking wet, so fucking hot, so fucking tight!
Oh, I love your tight, hot, hairy cunt, Mother!"
"Fuck that tight, hot, hairy cunt!" she almost screamed but bit it off before her voice lifted. "Ohhh, fuck me, Matt! Ahhh, that hard cock . . . that beautiful, hard cock . . . fucking me! I love it, love it, love it! Ram that prick up mother's pussy, darling! Oh, God . . . fuck my hot cunt!"
The rippling heat of her orgasm built like a swelling fireball in the pit of her stomach. Her ass clenched and flexed with spastic pleasure. She was jiggling about on her weak legs, the heat of the car searing her thighs as she leaned over the trunk.
"I'm going to come, Matt!"
"Me too, Mother!"
With a hoarse groan, Carol's cunt went into that waving, sucking orgasm. The spasms clutched her, making her mind reel with blinding star bursts. As she came, the cock of her son lurched, swelled, went very deep. She failed to feel him come this time. Her orgasm was so strong, she felt nothing else. The rapid spurts of his come juice flooded her pussy as she came, the waving swells of her orgasm drawing it up from his balls.
When it was over, she felt too weak to move. She was aware that her son had slipped the crotch of her panties over her cunt and pulled her dress down, but she felt as if she would fall once she stood up. She panted, her tits smashing into the metal of the trunk. After a moment, she managed to stand uptight. Her son was leaning against the Dempsy-Dumpster, sagging weakly, his cock still hanging from his pants.
"Oh, God, darling," she mewled softly, seeing his cock glisten wetly in the sunlight. "We're taking some damned big chances, aren't we?"
She tucked his cock into his pants, but couldn't button his fly. Her fingers were too weak.
"I hope I didn't get a sunburn on my ass," she giggled as they slid back into the car.
"I know I got a cuntburn on my fucking cock, Mother," he replied. "Damn, you sure have one hot pussy!"
"Hot for you, darling," she said, running her hand along his still-open fly. She darted her fingers inside for a quick feel of his prick, then started the car. "We better get home before we find ourselves fucking in the goddamn parking lot!"
Chapter Six
The thing that amazed Carol was her total lack of shame, or embarrassment, about sucking her son's cock off right there in the parking lot, then brazenly lifting her dress to her waist and letting him fuck her from behind near the trash containers.
No, she was not embarrassed-she was elated.
Despite her erotic nature, Carol had done most of her fucking in a house, and as a high school girl, the back seat of some overly eager boy's car.
The perverse thrills of fucking in the open with possible discovery at any time had intensified not only her sensations, but the ecstasy of orgasms, too. She felt, almost, as if she were some young girl with hot panties again!
Hardly had they gotten inside the door of their home when her son was on her, grabbing, feeling, kissing. With almost mind-reeling swiftness, he had her on the floor with her dress up, her panties dangling from one foot, fucking her vigorously. It did not make her mad . . . just the opposite.
They thrashed about like two wild animals as Carol humped and churned, tossing her cunt up into her son's plunging cock, both of them grunting and moaning and shouting. They urged one another to greater efforts with words that were now not just comfortable to them, but necessary.
When it was over, Carol was a sprawled mess, gasping with the thrills still rumbling through her half-naked body. Her cunt felt as it had been bruised and would be sore for weeks to come. Her clitoris felt raw. The in-sides of her smooth and creamy thighs were rubbed, scraped by his pants as though she had been straddling a rough textured cement wall for hours. Yet, it had been very good.
"If this keeps up," Carol murmured, gingerly feeling her cunt, "I'm going to have to find some help with that cock, darling."
"You're plenty for me, Mother," he replied.
"I may be plenty for you, but I'm beginning to think you're too much for me," she laughed. "I never thought there was a guy in the world who would be too much for me!"
Matt was pleased with her comment, stroking his cock as he looked between her widely spread thighs. Carol's pussy was puffy, come juice glistening on the hairy lips. She watched him for a moment, then sat up.
"No you don't, you horny kid!" she said, covering her pussy protectively with a hand. "I still have to put the food away. Besides, I think you fucked my cunt raw. You just put that thing away for a while."
As Carol placed food into cupboards and the freezer, her son continued to fondle her, playing with her tits and thighs and ass. By the time she finished putting everything away, her blouse was open and her tits naked. Somehow he had managed to tuck her skirt into the waist, leaving her curvy, flawlessly shaped ass exposed. She kept tingling and wiggling, trying playfully to stay away from his hands.
She was not just surprised at his constant hardness, but astonished. No one she knew could stay so hard all the time. Matt had gotten out of his pants, and his cock seemed to thrust menacingly at her, swollen and dripping. Carol could not keep her hands off it, either. She would wrap her hands about it, stroke it, fondle it, as she moved about, putting things away.
"Mother, let's go fuck," he said when she had finished.
"Come on," she replied, starting toward the bedroom, her ass waggling, tantalizing.
"No, I mean outside someplace."
Carol looked at her son, but her eyes dropped quickly from his face to his protruding cock. "Outside?"
"That was fun, Mother," he said. "I like it outside better than in here."
"Where? Certainly not the shopping center again?"
Carol knew she was willing. Just the mention of being fucked in the open started her cunt to twitching all over again. She moved to her purse and picked it up, starting for the door. Then she remembered her blouse and skirt. She grinned at her son.
"I'm not going out with all this showing, that's for sure."
Matt pulled his pants on and they climbed into the car. As Carol drove about, thinking about where to go, her son sat close, his fingers sliding up and down her cunt. She had to drive with her knees apart, and it felt weird to her. He had taken his cock from his pants and she drove with one hand and jacked him with the other.
Not knowing where she was going, they found themselves moving slowly along a road she had never been on before. On each side were orange trees, loaded with fruit. Since her son had been finger-fucking her from the moment they got into the car, Carol was very anxious. She pulled the car onto a dirt track between the trees and stopped. Even there an occasional car could be seen as it passed. But Carol didn't care, she was steaming.
They got out, leaving the door open. As soon as they were standing, they wrapped their arms about each other with greedy tightness. Matt had his hand underneath her skirt swiftly, holding her naked ass cheeks, pressing his throbbing cock against his mother. Carol pulled her son's tongue deep into her mouth, sucking in a frenzy, moaning hotly against his mouth.
Grabbing Matt's cock, she pumped frantically on it, squeezing hard, making it swell more. As Matt pulled her skirt up between them, she drew her son's cock between her hot, moist thighs, pressing the shaft against the pulsating lips of her steaming cunt. She pumped against him, fucking his cock with her inner thighs, sliding her pussy lips along that hard shaft.
"Come on!" she urged thickly. She sat on the car seat with her legs out, her feet in the dirt. Spreading her legs wide, she let her ass hang out. "Put that hard mother-fucker in my cunt! Fuck me, you darling, sweet, hard-cocked mother-fucker!"
Matt, between his mother's thighs, rammed forward. His cock penetrated the tightness of her wet cunt, making Carol scream with delight. She arched her hips up as he banged into her pussy, his hands holding her with a cheek in each palm.
"Oh, give it to me, Matt!" she wailed, grinding senselessly against him. "Oh, God . . . give mother that sweet, hard cock! Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
A car passed on the road, but neither of them noticed it. Carol held her legs very wide, feeling her son plunging into her, smashing against her puffy cunt lips, agitating her inflamed clitoris with the shaft of his fiery prick. Her hips churned aggressively, wails of ecstasy ripping from her mouth. Although her eyes were wide open and aimed right at his face, she saw nothing. Behind her eyes was a blinding passion, a searing erotic need to fuck forever. Her cunt was gripping her son's cock tightly, the slippery lips squeezing him. Matt fucked with short, jerking strokes, drawing his cock back until only the swollen head was between his mother's cunt lips, then plunging into her deeply.
"Take those fucking pants down!" she screamed. "I want to feel your balls banging my ass! Take your pants down, Matt! Smash your fucking balls against my ass, oh so hot ass!"
When his pants dropped to his ankles, Carol mewled in pleasure as his balls slapped against her twisting, grinding ass cheeks.
The fury of their wildness caused the car to rock on its springs. Carol had jerked her blouse open, tearing loose the buttons. She dug her hands into her spongy, uptilted tits, pulling at her nipples with such strength that it would have been painful without the ecstasy of her son's cock stretching and stuffing her overheated cunt.
Matt lifted his mother's legs high, draping them over his shoulders. He was looking down at her hairy cunt, watching his cock thrust in and out. He could see the way her clitoris was rubbed by the moist shaft. The wet pink flesh of her cunt seemed to suck on his cock the same way her mouth did.
With her legs resting on her son's shoulders, Carol whipped her ass about in a frenzy, grinding her cunt into his pounding cock. The cheeks of her ass smashed at his full balls and she felt them brush at the tight pucker of her asshole. Digging her fingers brutally into her spongy tits, she screamed and wailed. She pulled on her nipples, stretching her tits, smashing them almost flat, then pulling at them again.
"Ohhhh, fuck that hot cunt, darling!" she whimpered in animal sounds. "Fuck mother's hot cunt! Oh, baby . . . ram it to me! Ahhh, sweetheart . . . ram that cock up mother's hairy pussy! Fuck me. Fuck my cunt . . . fuck, fuck, fuck it!"
She pulled her legs from his shoulders, drawing them back against her tits, holding them behind the knees, lifting her cunt higher for his prick. It seemed as if her son was driving into the very depths of her being, his cock reaching for her throat. She began to scream in quick yips of delight when her orgasm burst. The rippling waves of it caused her cunt to draw hard and tight on his cock.
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "I'm coming! Matt, I'm coming! Oh ... oh! So strong . . . so fucking strong!"
The power of her contractions seemed to suck his cock deep, and he lunged forward, his prick buried as far as it would go, his balls writhing tightly against the pucker of her asshole. The quickening throbs of his cock transmitted themselves through her flesh, and Carol groaned tightly as her son came. The thick sweetness of his come juice splashed against the walls of her satiny cunt, intensifying her already mind-shattering orgasms.
Carol sprawled on the seat of the car, one leg dangling out and the other placed over the back of the seat. She was gasping, struggling to breathe, the cooling breeze now on her flesh. She focused her eyes and saw her son pissing against an orange tree. Feeling the need herself, she stood up on wobbly legs and, paying no attention to the road, held her skirt at her waist and squatted. She giggled like a naughty child when her son grinned at her.
Carol leaned against the fender of the car, feeling good, wonderful. The scent of the oranges filled her nostrils, and the sun was good on her body. Matt was eating an orange he had picked, juice dripping down his chin.
"Ever since we fucked on that boulder," she said in a languid voice, "We've been trying to wear your cock and my cunt out, haven't we, darling?"
He nodded and tossed his empty rind away. "I'm sure glad you wanted me, Mother. If I didn't come here, dad would be catching me with my cock up Stella's cunt all the time."
"Mmmm, I'm glad it's my cunt instead of hers," she smiled at him.
Her tits were still exposed to the sun, and he had actually taken his pants off his feet. In his tank top, with his cock and balls dangling sweetly, her son looked very erotic to her.
"You know, ever since you've been here, I've done things I would never have dreamed of doing. Like going out of the house with no panties on . . . fucking here among all the oranges, parking lots, trash bins! Yes, I'd say I'm changing."
"For the better, Mother?" he asked.
"I think so," she giggled, sticking her tongue out at him. "I know I sure enjoy this."
She stood up, arching her shoulders, her tits startling in the hot sun, nipples lifted up as though being offered to some god. She put her hands on her ass and twisted her shoulders as if working the kinks out. The motion caused her naked tits to jiggle, drawing her son's eyes.
Carol saw him, saw the wicked gleam shining. "Oh, God . . . again?"
Matt's cock still glistened from the wetness of her cunt, and it was starting to lift again, growing. Carol watched her son's cock with fascination. It lifted slowly until it pointed straight out, paused, then lifted again until it was at a forty-five-degree angle from his stomach. She licked at her lips as she stared at it.
"If your cunt is sore, Mother, you can always suck on it, right?"
"Right," she agreed, her voice low and tremulous. She could already taste his cock in her mouth. "But I warn you, darling, if this keeps up, I'm going to need some help."
"Maybe that girl at the supermarket?" he asked, grinning.
"Fuck you! I'm not going to bring any girls home to that," she said as she pointed at his hard prick. "That belongs to mother."
She moved to the open door of the car, sitting down with her feet out. She pulled her skirt to her lap and parted her knees. "Bring that hard, sweet cock here," she said in a thick voice. "It looks as if I've got to do something with it. I have to do something with it all the damn time, I guess."
With a laugh he came to her, his cock swinging from side to side in its hardness. He stood between her knees and Carol fondled his balls, her other hand caressing past his hip to feel his tight ass. She left his hard cock alone, wanting it slippery with the juice from her cunt when she took it into her mouth.
She had to lean forward and down to reach it. She darted her tongue out, flicking it along the tip of his cock. The seeping from his piss hole mingled with the fluids from her cunt, and tasting the combination sent her mind into a reeling pleasure. She moaned softly as she snaked her tongue up and down the shaft of his throbbing prick, licking about it in a greedy, hungry manner. She tugged gently at his balls and dug her fingers into the crack of his ass. Squeezing the cheek of her son's ass, she parted her lips and sucked the smooth head between them. Her lips stretched about his thick prick as she filled her mouth with it. Her eyes rolled with ecstasy when the head probed at her throat.
Matt held his mother's cheeks with his palms, looking down, excited to watch her suck his prick. The wet heat of his mother's mouth seared the taut flesh of his cock, and he began to fuck in and out slowly. Carol gurgled wetly as he fucked her mouth, her tongue wiggling about, flicking his piss hole every chance it had. She clawed at his tight ass cheeks and pulled at his balls in pleasure, pulling him forward, wanting his cock deep inside her mouth.
She closed her eyes, savoring the hardness of his cock. She pressed her thighs against his, squeezing. She pulled his cock deep, her lips pressed into the tufts of wiry hair at the base. Holding his cock deep, she lifted his balls and rubbed them about her chin as she mewled softly. She was swimming in pleasure as he fucked gently back and forth, her lips sliding hotly along his hard shaft.
"Mother," Matt groaned, "I want to lick your cunt! I want to eat your pussy, Mother!"
Carol sucked her mouth from his prick and looked up into his burning eyes. "How?" she asked. "I'm not going to lie in the dirt."
"I'll show you," he said. He went to the other side of the car and opened the door. "Scoot over on this side."
Carol moved, sliding across the seat. When her son told her to lay back, she did, her head hanging over the car seat, her hair almost brushing in the dirt. Understanding now, she spread her legs wide, draping one*over the back seat, the other on the floorboard.
Matt leaned over his mother and pulled her skirt to her waist, then shoved his mouth between her thighs, kissing and sucking at her bubbly cunt swiftly. His cock was throbbing along her face, and with her head turned down and back, her neck stretched, she took his prick into her mouth again. But Matt started thrusting before she sucked. He was fucking her mouth, his balls bouncing about her forehead.
She lifted her arms and placed them behind her son's ass. She dug her fingers into his ass cheeks and urged him to fuck as hard and deep as he wanted. She pulled at his ass cheeks, seeing his asshole winking at her as his balls bounced. She held his prick as tight as she could with her wet, hot lips, taking it into her throat. He was fucking her in the mouth the way he fucked her cunt and Carol was literally shaking with ecstasy. She had never had it exactly like this before, but quickly found it was a position she would love to use again and again.
She arched her crotch into her son's face, wiggling and thrashing. Neither cared about being seen now, they were much too excited, much too involved in their pleasure. When Matt thrust his tongue into her cunt, Carol would squeal around his cock and arch tightly against him. She loved the way he was digging his fingers into the cheek of her ass, the way she was into this. She felt one of her fingers rubbing at her crinkled asshole and it increased the erotic sensations steaming through her almost-naked body.
His hips plunged up and down, his cock racing between her gripping lips, making Carol shiver. She twisted her hairy cunt into her son's mouth, smearing his cheeks with the seeping juices, feeling his tongue fuck in and out of it. Matt alternated his mouth from her cunt to her clitoris, sucking on it with greedy pleasure, his tongue flipping the sensitive tip. She was starving once more for his come juice, devouring his fucking cock with wet, hungry sounds. She lifted her cunt upwards, almost bending double, trying to shove more of her burning pussy into her son's eating mouth. If it had not been for his weight on her, his cock fucking into her mouth, Carol probably would have slipped from the seat to the ground. But that didn't concern her at this moment.
She pulled his ass cheeks apart, and as he was rubbing at the tightness of her asshole, she began to rub against his. His asshole was very tight and her finger pressed and rubbed, making her son fuck even more frantically into her mouth. His balls kept bouncing up and down on her forehead, frequently blotting out the sight of his asshole. When she felt her son press the tip of his finger into her asshole, she squealed around his prick and wiggled her ass as if to dislodge it.
But she didn't want his finger out. She wiggled to take it deeper, enjoying the burning, stretching of her asshole. When he started to finger-fuck her asshole and lick her cunt at the same time, without warning Carol plunged her finger up his asshole. She heard her son yelp, the sound muffled because he had the hairy lips of her cunt surrounding his mouth.
She fucked her son in the ass with her finger as he fucked her mouth with his cock. And Matt finger-fucked his mother in the asshole, and her cunt with his tongue. Both were groaning and grunting, tossing about, making the car rock.
Carol's cunt was beginning to throb, to flex, about his fucking tongue, her asshole gripping his finger. She felt her son's cock swell and jerk between her lips and she plunged her finger faster into his tight, hot asshole. His bouncing balls slapped up and down on her forehead as he began to fuck her in the mouth furiously. Carol did not mind in the least that his cock was entering her throat. She loved it. Her tongue raced.
They both came at the same time.
Carol felt her son's asshole close tightly about her buried finger before his cock spurted. She slammed her cunt into his face hard, grinding as her orgasms shot through her like bolts of crackling fire. When her son's cock squirted, she felt her mouth filling with the thick sweetness again. She swallowed urgently, mewling in a mindless way as she came time and again. The thick come juice coated her tongue and some even dripped from the corners of her tight lips.
She ground her cunt into his face as she came, making her son fight to keep his mouth sucking. The volume of his come juice almost choked her, but Carol was greedy for the sweet taste of it and she recovered quickly, sucking stronger than ever. She could, despite the power of her orgasm, feel the hot wetness of his come juice that had escaped her tight lips, run past her cheek and near her ear lobe. She didn't care if her face was smeared by his come juice and she sucked hungrily.
Her son pulled his cock from her mouth tiredly. Carol lay exhausted, her head still hanging over the seat of the car. Through the fog of her reeling mind, she saw the green fender of a pickup two rows away.
"Oh, God!" she squealed. "Get in the car, Matt! Hurry! I see someone!"
But Matt was in no hurry. He walked around the car as if he had all day, picked up his pants and returned to the side. He got in, closing the door as his mother quickly started the engine, backing out with a squeal of tires. Her tits were still naked and her skirt still around her waist, but she wasted no time in getting away.
"I wonder if they saw us," she said, almost to herself.
"Who, Mother?"
"Didn't you see that pickup?"
"I was kind of busy," he laughed. "All I saw was your cunt and ass beating the shit out of my mouth."
"Oh, you!" she said, then laughed insanely. "If they saw us, so what? They don't know us. If they saw you fucking my mouth, maybe they're jacking off by this time. My God . . . I bet that was some show we put on!"
"They can watch all they want for all I care," Matt said, pulling his pants on as she drove quickly. "Do you, Mother?"
"I don't suppose it would do me any good if I said no," she replied. "The damage has been done already."
He scooted close to her, running his hand up and down her naked thigh. "Let them see your ass. It's such a beautiful ass, Mother . . . and I'm not jealous at all."
Chapter Seven
That evening there was a telephone call.
As much as she dreaded speaking to her ex-husband, Carol had to stay in contact with him because of Matt and Stevie. If not for her two boys, she would never have spoken to him again as long as she lived. Like most divorces, it had been a bitter one with recriminations tossed about and lies told to bolster each ego. The fact was, Carol had found it impossible to continue living with her husband. They had lost whatever common ground they had once enjoyed. The spark had gone from their love, and all she wanted was to stay as far from him as he could.
After a bit of chatter, he asked how Matt was getting along. "Talk to him yourself," she said, giving her son the phone.
"I like it with mother, Dad," she heard Matt say. "I think I'll stay here."
Carol smiled affectionately at her son, sitting next to him. While he talked, telling his father how much fun he was having, emphasizing his desire to remain with her, Carol opened his pants and stroked his cock. It was fun watching her son try to talk to his father in a calm voice as she squeezed and pumped his cock.
When Matt gave her the phone back, she kept up with her jacking movements. Matt ran his hand along her thigh, scooting her skirt up, feeling her cunt. Still talking to her ex-husband, Carol spread her legs and scooted her ass to the edge of the couch. Then Matt dropped to his knees between her thighs and she lifted her cunt to him. She parted the hairy lips with her fingers, telling her ex-husband what a fantastic boy Matt was.
Matt began to lick at her cunt as she talked, and Carol was having a difficult time following the conversation. She twisted her hips as her son slurped his tongue teasingly up and down her cunt, curling it about her clitoris. She grabbed him by the back of his head and jerked his mouth tightly into her pussy, holding him there.
"The problem with Matt," she said to her ex-husband, "is he eats an awful lot. He's eating constantly and is always trying to get me to eat more . . . meat, that is."
Matt giggled against her cunt, and she had to cover the phone as giggles burst from her, too.
"I'm sorry," she said into the phone. "Matt was doing something and I didn't hear what you said."
She shoved her cunt into her son's face, then tried to make him leave her alone, but Matt wouldn't. He sat on the floor and licked at her thighs, tracing hot, wet patterns about the creamy inner surfaces.
As she continued to talk, Matt got on his knees and shoved his cock up her pussy.
"Ohhh!" Carol groaned. "No ..." she said quickly into the phone. "I'm fine, Matt pinched me, that's all. He's trying to poke me with ... in the . . . ribs."
Carol could not stop the gasping as she tried to keep up the conversation. Matt was fucking her swiftly, driving his cock in and out of her cunt hard and fast, making her grunt.
Then, hearing what her ex-husband was saying, she shoved her son away, his cock sliding out of her pussy. "What? Of course he can come here. But I'm going to keep them now-they want to stay, so they stay." She hung up.
"Stevie is coming, too!" she said to her son. "He'll be here day after tomorrow."
"Oh-ho!" Matt said. "Stevie got caught fucking Stella, I guess."
"Do you think so?"
"I know so, Mother. Stella isn't going to stay in any house alone, and she's not going to keep her hands off any cock that's around."
"But Stevie is just a baby," she said.
"That's what you think, Mother. I'm only a year older than him, and I'm not a baby."
"That you're certainly not," she said. "And when I'm on the telephone, you keep that cock to yourself."
"You started it," he pointed out. "You started playing with my cock when I was talking to dad."
"I guess I did," she giggled. Then a thought came to her. "Will it bother you to have Stevie here, darling?"
"Not me," he said. "What about you?"
"Do you really think Stevie has been fucking Stella?"
"I know he has, Mother. You'd have to know Stella to understand that."
"I wonder if ..." she let it trail off.
Her eyes became dreamy as the fantasy weaved through her mind. Her skirt was still high where her son had shoved it, and her knees remained parted. She idly stroked a hand up her inner thigh and rubbed lightly at her cunt.
Matt, sitting on the floor at his mother's feet, watched her playing with her hairy cunt, fascinated. His cock stood up hard, and he closed his fingers about it, slowly pumping up and down.
Carol, leaning back now with her head on the rear of the couch, worked a finger into her cunt slowly, her fantasy growing more and more erotic.
Although her eyes were open, she saw nothing except what was in her mind. She did not see her son as he lifted up between her spreading legs. But she did feel it when he pressed the head of his cock against her clitoris. For a moment she realized that her son was jacking off, holding the head of his cock against her cunt, smashing her tingling clitoris with his piss hole. But she was only briefly aware, her fantasy was just too strong.
She managed to keep her finger pumping into her pussy beneath the head of his cock. She lifted her crotch to feel the pressing of his piss hole, but the sensations only increased the erotic thoughts flooding her mind.
"I'm going to jack off on your cunt, Mother," Matt said.
"Of course, darling," she replied lazily, not hearing his words. "Whatever you want, Matt."
She was aware of his fist beating up and down, banging upon her pussy, but it was vague-except for the sensation. That part of it was strong, mingling with her fantasy. She stretched her legs wider, plunging her finger in and out of her clinging cunt brazenly.
She was, too, aware that she was about to make herself come.
The grunt that tore from her son's mouth brought her from her fantasy, and she saw him beating his cock furiously against her cunt.
"What are you doing, Matt?" she asked, but her voice held a lazy sound to it.
"I'm going to jack off on your cunt, Mother!" he said. "I'm going to come all over your fucking hot cunt!"
"Do it!" she hissed suddenly, arching her pussy high against him. "Come on mother's pussy!"
She wondered how she could feel his piss hole against her inflamed clitoris.
Before she knew it, the thick come juice was drenching her pussy. The wet heat of it sent shudders of delight through her.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered. "Oooo, that feels so fucking good, baby! Come . . . oh, come all over my hairy cunt!"
A tingling, burning orgasm ripped through her and she felt come juice dripping to her hand below his cock. Not thinking what she was doing, Carol brought her hand to her face swiftly, licking at it, then scooting her hand back in time let more come juice spurt along her palm. By the time it was over, her lips glistened. She ran her open hand up her cunt, dragging her fingers along the slit and over her clitoris. Again she licked the come juice from her hand, giggling softly as her son watched.
"Well," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "I don't want to waste any and, besides, I like the taste." * * * Later, while eating dinner, they talked about Stevie. Matt was certain his brother had been caught with his cock up Stella's cunt. That, he emphasized, was the reason his father was sending Stevie to their mother.
"The same way he did me," he finished.
Carol knew that her ex-husband had always been very jealous. That was part of the reason for the divorce. He would not allow her, for example, to wear shorts, as most women did in the hot summer months. He had never liked other men looking at her. Getting rid of his two boys, though, was out of character for him. Stella should be the one kicked out on her ass, Carol felt. Then again, maybe Stella was something fantastic and her ex-husband didn't want to lose her. According to Matt, she had a very hot ass and would do anything as long it was fun for her.
Later, while lounging in bed together, Matt said to Carol, "I bet Stella would go for a gang-bang like crazy, Mother."
"Why do you think that?"
She was idly fondling his cock and balls as he sat, cross-legged, next to her. She lay with her legs apart because he enjoyed looking between them, seeing her moist, pink cunt with the hair growing along each side, disappearing into the crack of her ass cheeks.
"Because she used to ask me if I knew a friend that would join us," Matt said, brushing his fingers through his mother's pussy hair. "She never told me that both would fuck her in turn, but I knew what she meant."
Carol squirmed her ass against the mattress, mewling softly. "Maybe she wanted two at the same time, darling."
"Could be, Mother." He tickled a finger tip along the slit of her cunt. "Stella would do it all, I think."
Her son was moving his finger downward, along the curve of her ass where it creased into her thighs, then along her inner thigh flesh and back again. The feathery lightness of his fingers was making her steam. She writhed about, arching her crotch up as she squeezed his cock hard, bringing a gasp of pleasure from Matt.
She hissed hotly when he drew his finger up and down the heat of her ass cheeks, barely touching at the crack. As he probed between the cheeks gently, Carol found it necessary to lift her hips higher. She gave a tight squeal when she felt his finger brush along the pucker of her asshole.
Gripping his cock tightly, she drew her knees up and back, wrapping her other arm behind them. She held her knees tight against her tits. Her ass was lifted high in this position and when her son leaned behind her and peered at her ass, she shivered. It was a lewd position to be in, and she was excited by it. Matt could see his mother's cunt pooching up, the lips swollen. He could see, too, the tight crinkle of her asshole. When he started feeling about it, pressing as his finger scraped across it, Carol sucked in a deep breath as rippling pleasure flowed through her nakedness.
"Oh! What are you doing?" she asked in surprise.
Matt had shoved his face down and was kissing at the satiny flesh of her ass, his tongue licking from his lips. She felt the heat of his breath on her ass.
"Oooo, baby! That feels nice!"
His tongue came all the way from his mouth, licking from cheek to cheek. Carol arched her ass higher yet, twisting it as his tongue moved wetly. She clung to his cock with tight fingers, feeling it throb in her fist. She shook her uplifted ass into his face, gurgling with, wicked ecstasy.
Then his tongue was at her asshole.
"Oh! Oh, my God!" Carol squealed. "Ohhh, what you're doing, baby! Oh, God . . . that feels good, very good! Mmmm, I've never felt a tongue on my asshole before!"
Matt giggled, peering at his mother between her thighs. "I've never licked an asshole before, either, Mother," he said. Then, scooting his tongue back, he tapped upon the sensitive pucker, his lips surrounding it.
When her son began to suck as well as lick at her asshole, Carol found her cunt experiencing some soft, delicious convulsions. She whimpered softly as she came, trying to wiggle her ass tighter into her son's face. She released his cock so she could hold her knees tight against her tits, watching between her thighs. She couldn't see his face, but she could certainly feel his lips and tongue on her asshole.
"Oooo, honey . . . baby . . . darling!" she wailed, grinding her ass into his face. "Mmmm, lick mother's ass! Ahh, kiss my ass, Matt! Ooooo, is that your tongue? Are you trying to stick your tongue up mother's asshole!"
Her son did not reply. He couldn't, his face was buried between the cheeks of her uplifted ass, his lips sucking as he tried to thrust his tongue into the tight heat of her asshole. He lapped at it hotly, twirling his tongue all about. Carol trembled with ecstasy, her ass twisting in wicked motions.
Matt twisted on the bed so he was spread out below her, his hands on her ass to help hold it high. Now he could peer past the forest of her cunt hair and his mother's face, see her gleaming, hot eyes. He closed his lips about her asshole and pressed his tongue hard. As it slipped past the tight ring and entered her ass, Carol screamed softly with this unusual pleasure.
"Ooooo, tongue my asshole, baby!" she urged with a thick voice. "Oh, baby, lick mother's ass! Oooo, you're fucking me up the ass with your goddamn tongue! More, Matt . . . oh, please fuck it more!"
Matt had his tongue as deep as he could shove it now. He wiggled it about with difficulty, then began to plunge it in and out. Carol thrashed about with the heat of this erotic, perverse ecstasy, her cunt pressing against her son's nose and she didn't care. Her eyes smoldered between her thighs and into his, her lips parted as she gasped and panted and hissed.
The heat of his breath seemed to sear the tender lips of her wet cunt and throbbing clitoris. His tongue felt huge inside her never-before-fucked asshole, wet and long. Her son was reaching nerves she never knew she possessed. It was good, different, delicious.
"Fuck my ass!" she screeched. "Fuck mother's hot ass! Oooo, baby, ram that tongue up my ass!"
Matt thrust his tongue swiftly, much easier now. Carol could not control the flexing sensations, could not control the way her asshole tightened and squeezed at his tongue.
But then he pulled it free, looking at her as he planted a wet, hungry kiss on the puffy, slippery lips of her hairy pussy. When he pulled himself along the back of her thighs, Carol was eager for his cock. She felt the swollen head of it brush the cheek of her ass, leaving it wet. Then it swung between the cheeks of her ass and she groaned when it touched her intensely sensitive asshole. Feeling the pressure of his cock there, she gulped.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice small but throaty.
"Fuck you in the ass, Mother," he said, pushing his cock harder upon the pucker of her asshole.
"Oh, God!" Carol whimpered, but she wasn't going to try and stop him. "Oh, my God!"
The pressure increased, then became a burning feeling, yet it wasn't painful. When the head of his cock popped through the ring of her asshole, her eyes went wide with surprise. She had not thought he could get his cock in there! She had been satisfied with the pressure. But now his cock was in her asshole, and he was pushing more and more of it into her. She felt her asshole stretching like a rubber band around his steel hard prick. Carol was amazed that she felt no pain, only a searing sensation that was slowly becoming pleasure.
The more of his cock which entered her ass, the better it felt.
"Oooo! Ohhh, Matt!" she gurgled, holding her ass up for him. "You feel so big in me! Your cock feels so fucking big . . . thick and long! Are you going to put it all in my ass, Matt? Are you going to fuck me in my ass, darling?"
Matt grinned, his face above hers. He pressed his cock deeper until he was fully inside her fiery asshole. Carol felt as if she were stuffed to capacity, that his cock was like a lamp post, and just as long.
"Oh, fuck it, Matt!" she squealed hotly. "Fuck my asshole! I think I'm going to like this! Mmmm, fuck mother up the ass, darling!"
Matt began to plunge his cock up and down. Carol felt it throbbing deep inside her ass, sending a waving, rippling, perverse pleasure throughout her naked body. She had never felt anything like it before, but even as his cock ran in and out of her ass, Carol knew she wanted to fuck this way again-and soon.
She could feel his balls beating against her body, and when he thrust into her asshole, the base of his cock seemed to smash the puffy wetness of her cunt lips and distended clitoris. She yipped softly, her hands pulling from her knees and racing to his hips. She caught his swinging balls and held them, her other hand trying to pull him deeper as he came down.
He was banging hard against her cunt and ass cheeks, his cock seeming to reach her lungs. She gasped loudly as he beat against her, stuffing her asshole with rapid thrusts. She arched higher yet, making it easy for him to fuck her asshole. She twisted her hips about, swinging her ass up and down. Matt pounded into her asshole so vigorously, the springs of the bed protested loudly.
And Carol wanted more.
She wanted her son to beat upon her hot ass brutally, to drive his cock deep. She wanted him to fuck her asshole until it was raw. Already her cunt was in spasms from this delicious new fuck. The rippling orgasms sent goose bumps about her smooth flesh.
"You're . . . you're making me come!" she gasped. "I didn't know that would happen! I'm coming, Matt! Ohhh, my cunt is coming and coming and it's my asshole getting fucked! Oooo, beautiful ... so beautiful!"
As the spasms of her orgasms tightened her cunt, they also caused her asshole to become tight. The snugness of her asshole became more pronounced, holding his cock with a steamy, satiny, rippling tightness. Each throb of his cock seemed to enhance the shattering orgasms flooding her.
"Are you . . . going to . . . come in my . . . ass?" she panted, twirling her hips about. "Darling, are you going to . . . come in mother's ass?"
Her son's reply was a loud grunt and a stiffening of his body. His cock was as deep as he could push it.
Carol felt the creamy thickness of his come juice when it burst from his piss hole. She felt it splashing about inside her ass almost as well as she could when he came in her pussy.
The hard throbbing of his cock as he came intensified the shooting hot thrills that raced from her head to her toes. She was pulling hard on his balls, but she didn't realize it-and neither did Matt.
The power of their orgasms weakened them. Carol could not straighten her legs out, or let her ass fall back to the bed. Matt's body was on the backs of her thighs, his cock still clutched by her asshole. They both gasped with the newness of what happened, with the surprised pleasure each received.
"You better take your cock out of my asshole," she murmured languidly. "My back is about to break."
Matt pulled his cock out and slumped on his side facing her, still panting. She lowered her hips and stretched her thighs, still feeling that burning sensation in her ass. It felt good and there was no pain. It was amazing, she thought, what a cock could do, how it could make a woman feel so good. She found herself happy to be a woman again, a woman who was finding new delights with her body each day. She had something her son loved-and other men would enjoy.
As they rested, she thought how much pleasure her body gave Matt. Her cunt delighted him, her mouth excited him, and now, her asshole had given his cock a good time. But then, she had enjoyed it too. It was not a one-way street between them. Matt was not selfish. He gave and received pleasure, and was not in the least self-centered.
She wondered about Stevie.
Stevie was a year younger than Matt. It was possible he would be selfish, she thought. Then she wondered why she had thought about that in the first place. Just because she fucked Matt did not mean she would fuck her youngest son, too. Or did it? Carol shivered, thinking it would be nice to fuck both her boys, to always have a hard cock around. Then she thought of Matt, and his constant had-on. She knew she could handle him easily, despite all her teasing that he was too much for her. But two?
God, she thought. My cunt sure is going to be sore!
Chapter Eight
Carol was wrong.
It would take more than one hard cock fucking her almost constantly to make her cunt sore. In fact, it would take a great deal more.
Carol was hot-very hot.
She had known that for a long time. But she had never been able to enjoy the things she really wanted until Matt had come to live with her. That day on the boulder had started it, and they had been at each other ever since.
The past days had been like heaven for Carol. And she knew Matt was having the time of his life, too. He had told her he was getting more pussy with her than he had with Stella. Stella, it seemed, despite her erotic nature, was also looking out for Stella. She fucked or sucked a cock only when she wanted to, not just because a hard cock was exposed to her. Carol found out that Stella was moody and emotional, and had refused Matt a few times. Hot she may be, but apparently Stella went in cycles, running hot and cold, and no one ever knew which state she would be in from one minute to the next.
The day Stevie was scheduled to arrive, Carol paid a great deal of attention to her dress. Matt, like most boys his age, wore jeans and a tank top. No matter where he was going, that was his uniform. Carol, in a cotton blouse with a deep neckline and a wrap-around denim skirt, brushed her hair and applied a faint coat of lipstick to her full lips.
"You look great, Mother," Matt said. "I don't know why you're going to all this trouble, though. It's only Stevie."
"Maybe so," she replied. "But that doesn't mean I can't look good for my youngest son, does it?"
Matt's eyes lit up. "You're going to fuck Stevie, too, huh, Mother?" Carol had never allowed herself to admit that idea out loud, but it had been in her mind. She looked at Matt in the mirror, searching his face. What she saw was excitement.
"I might," she said. "Would you mind?"
"Why should I mind? It's your cunt."
"It's our cunt, darling," she said. "My pussy is your pussy as well."
"Then my cock is your cock and Stevie's cock is your cock, huh?" he laughed. "If that's right, will you take our cock to the bathroom, Mother? I have to piss before we go."
Carol threw a pair of panties at him. "Asshole," she said.
"Cock-sucker," he replied.
"And aren't you glad I am?" Carol shot back.
This kind of by-play went on between them all the time, each taking delight in using the forbidden words.
She heard him pissing in the bathroom as she finished with her face. Retrieving her panties, she slipped them on just as Matt returned. He stood looking at his mother, seeing her long, slender, creamy thighs, and the way her panties cupped her cunt. He rubbed the front of his pants suggestively.
"We don't have time," she said, smoothing her denim skirt over her legs.
It was true. Already they were a few minutes late and Stevie would have to wait in the terminal.
But when they arrived, they discovered the plane would be at least a half hour late. Carol was nervous, but not with worry. She was nervous because she was anxious to see Stevie, to hold him again in her arms.
They had a cup of coffee in the coffee shop, both of them drinking it hurriedly, watching the clock. Hardly had they finished the coffee when the announcement came that Stevie's flight would be an additional fifteen minutes late.
"Shit!" Carol spat.
"Stop worrying, Mother," Matt said. "He'll get here. Besides, it gives me time."
"Time for what?"
"I'm going to jack off."
"You will not do any such thing," she said.
"But I'm so hard, Mother," he complained. "My cock is going to bust out of my pants if I don't do something."
"You can't jack off here," she said, looking around.
"Then you suck me off," he urged.
"Matt! With all these people watching? You're out of your ever fucking mind!"
"Let's go someplace . . . anyplace!"
"Oh, God! You and that always-hard cock," she said, but she said it with a smile. "Come on."
They held hands as they walked about the huge terminal, searching for someplace to conceal themselves for a few moments. Matt was getting anxious, and Carol began to look more frantically when she saw his cock bulging against the front of his pants.
"Mother, I'm going to come off in my pants if we don't hurry."
"Don't you dare," she replied, gripping his hand hard and walking faster, her high heels clicking on the floor.
She found a small alcove where there weren't many people. It would have to do, she decided. Besides, her son's hard cock obviously outlined, her cunt was boiling with what she was about to do. The sheer excitement of sucking her son's cock off in such a public place sent ecstasy through her until her cunt was bubbling with a wet heat that could not be denied.
"Here," she said, pushing her son into the small recessed area.
She looked around and found they would be concealed as long as they didn't make a lot of noise. Her son leaned against the wall as she fumbled with the fly of his tight jeans. His cock was so hard she had trouble pulling it out. Once she had it free, she squatted in front of him, taking his cock into her wet mouth quickly with a gulping sound.
At the first taste of his hot cock between her lips, Carol's cunt began to ripple with mild orgasms. She mewled softly as her lips sucked back and forth, her hands clawing into his hips. She sucked deeply, her lips pressing the roughness of his open fly. Her hair, so carefully brushed, bounced with the swiftness of her face bobbing to and fro. She sucked hard, wanting to make him come off swiftly, but now that his cock was in his mother's hot, wet mouth, Matt seemed in no hurry to come.
She released his cock long enough to whisper, "Come, damn it! Hurry up and come, Matt, before someone discovers what we're doing in here!"
She drew on his prick hard, her tongue swirling and licking, taking the swollen head into her throat, knowing someone could peek in at any moment and see her with a mouthful of young, hard cock. As she gulped back and forth, her cunt kept up those liquid convulsions, with each one stronger than the last. Carol knew that as long as she had her son's cock in her mouth, she would keep coming. She just hoped she would have the strength to stand up when it was over.
Matt held her head with one hand, his other caressing along her cheek and under her chin, encouraging her to suck harder and faster. He was panting and wiggling into her mouth, her lips burning on the taut flesh of his throbbing hardness.
Carol soon forgot where she was, thinking only of the pleasure of sucking her son's cock. Her eyes were open, but rolling around with the pleasure she was getting. Her fingers dug into his hips as she darted her mouth back and forth. He was dripping a lot, and she had to swallow often. The taste of his juices on her tongue caused her tits to become very tight, her nipples pressing at the fabric. With her knees spread in her squatting position, she could not resist shoving one hand between them, cupping and rubbing at her pan tied cunt in a frenzy of orgiastic delight.
Her lips sucked harder and her tongue licked faster. The grunting noises her son made was disturbingly loud, she thought. But it didn't matter now. She was hungry, hungry to have his cock gushing that sweetness into her mouth. She tried to feel his balls, but his pants were too tight. Instead she clutched at one cheek of his ass, jerking her lips back and forth on his throbbing cock. She rubbed harder at her cunt, feeling the moisture seeping through her panties.
Despite the perverse excitement rumbling through her, she could still hear people moving about in the terminal, the sound of the loud speakers calling out arrivals. She greedily devoured her son's cock, whimpering softly as her cunt pulsated against her pressing palm.
She felt her son's body stiffen and his cock lurched inside her hot mouth. She jerked her lips backward until she had only the cock head between her tight lips. When he squirted, the creamy come juice splashed over her tongue this way, and she received the full sweetness of it. She flapped her tongue about his spewing piss hole, gurgling softly as her mouth filled with thick come juice.
She held his cock head between her lips and used her tongue, not swallowing yet. When she found her mouth so full his come juice would seep from her tight lips if she didn't swallow, she began to let it roll down her throat, burning and excitingly.
As the last gush of come juice bubbled from his cock, she caught it with her tongue, licked about his piss hole, then tucked his cock back into his pants. She ran her tongue over her lips, making sure there was no come juice lingering there. She pulled her hand from her cunt and stood up, pressing against her son for a moment to kiss his mouth. She made a bump and grind motion at his pelvis, then took his hand.
"Let's get out of here before someone finds out what we've just done," she said.
It seemed more people were in the terminal now. Crowds were everywhere. The moved to where the plane would arrive, finding it more crowded than the other gates. They could see Stevie's plane taxiing up to the ramp, and Carol's excitement caused her to dance up and down like a teenager. The taste of Matt's come juice still lingered in her mouth, and her face was flushed, and not all of it with excitement.
The plane seemed to take a long time docking, and she felt her son pressing against her back, his pelvis hard against her swelling ass. She shot him a grin over her shoulder, wiggling her ass back against him. The greeting crowds pressed upon them until they could hardly move. Yet she was acutely aware of her son's lower body against her ass.
She worked a hand down between their bodies and felt his prick. With a wicked giggle, she managed to open his fly and took his cock in her hand. They were surrounded by people, but no one noticed them. With the crushing weight of strange men and women pressing against their bodies, Carol squeezed her son's cock, and to her surprise found it swelling. She wanted to say something to him, but she knew she would be overheard, despite all the noise around them.
She felt her skirt being rearranged, and then felt her son's hands on her panties. Thinking how crazy, weird, this was, she felt Matt's cock pressing against her cunt from behind.
He's going to fuck me! her mind screamed. Matt is going to fuck me right here!
Hardly had the words blazed up in her mind than she felt his cock sliding into her cunt. Carol looked about with frantic eyes. No one was paying the least bit of attention to them. She felt people pressing against her from all sides, strangers she had never seen before, and her son's cock was sliding in and out of her cunt.
They could hardly move, but it was enough to accomplish this insane fuck. Somehow Carol managed to arch her ass back a bit, and her son could only take short, jerking thrusts, but it was very exciting to her. Her mind was boiling with being fucked in the middle of a crowd this way!
Carol had the strangest urge to shout at the top of her lungs, "Look at me, you dumb mother-fuckers! My son is fucking me and you assholes don't even know it!"
The short, quick strokes of Matt's cock, with only the head between the hairy, fiery lips of her cunt, was doing the trick for Carol. She felt her orgasm start, building deep in the pit of her stomach, the heat spreading out until the whole of her crotch was being seared by the scalding heat. The lips of her cunt contracted about his cock, drawing on it as the convulsion raced through her. The squeal that came from Carol was lost in the noise of the crowd, and no one noticed that it came from a woman experiencing an intense orgasm.
She was aware of her son's cock coming off, the come juice shooting into her cunt, but it was her own orgasm that consumed her mind and her melting flesh.
The passengers were departing the plane now, and Carol felt a relief when her son pulled his cock away. She was thankful when he adjusted the crotch of her panties over her cunt. If he had not, she knew come juice would be running down her inner thigh, maybe to her ankles.
Then she saw Stevie.
She began to jump and down and wave and call his name wildly, her eyes shining.
When her youngest son saw her, he fought his way through the crowds.
Carol grabbed him tightly, kissing his cheeks wildly. And as he kissed her back, Carol became aware that her youngest son had a hard-on! It was pressing at her thighs and she could not prevent a slight shudder from going through her. Her hips, as though with a mind of their own, pressed back at him.
After getting his luggage, they went to the car. Carol could hear her two boys talking, but the words were lost. Her mind was swirling with discoveries.
She was certain that Stevie and his brother were two of a kind. As she settled in the car, the flap of her wrap-around skirt flared away, exposing her thighs almost to her waist. The look Stevie gave them was not lost on her. She drove with Matt next to her and Stevie next to the door. She had left her skirt the way it was, feeling Stevie's eyes on her thighs all the way home.
The idea of fucking Stevie, as well as Matt, created a heat within Carol's body that was all-consuming, a hunger that raged and ravaged her very nerve-endings. That she would fuck him was a fact. She knew she would fuck her youngest son, and she knew she would fuck him soon.
Her mind was on all this, not paying any attention to the conversation between her sons. Yet she did hear the name Stella once or twice.
She tried to pay attention to what Matt and Stevie were talking about, but her mind wondered away, seeing her youngest son's cock, feeling it press at her thighs when she had hugged him so tightly at the air terminal.
She pressed a bit harder on the accelerator . . .
Chapter Nine
Carol was in the house first.
Not that she rushed in, the two boys just took their time getting Stevie's luggage out. She could feel the heat between her thighs spreading out, warming from her knees to her belly button. The focus of this steamy sensation was around her cunt and clitoris.
Perhaps it was because she had sucked Matt off in such an exposed place and then was fucked by him while crowded in on all sides by a mass of people. Then again, it could be due to feeling her youngest son's cock pressing against her thighs when she greeted him.
She had no doubts Stevie was like Matt-always hard and ready to fuck. A chilling thrill ran up and down her spine, making the cheeks of her shapely ass bunch tightly. Carol hugged herself as she waited, standing in the middle of the floor, anxious, eager, hungry.
How to do it?
Grab him by his cock like some brazen cunt? Wink at him?
Shit! she thought. How does a mother go about seducing her own son? It had been different with Matt. That had almost been accidental. Well, not quite, but almost. Maybe Stevie wouldn't want to fuck her.
She watched the boys come in, each with a bag. Her eyes went immediately to the front of her youngest son's pants. Sure enough, there it was. His cock was sweetly outlined there, even the head. And he seemed totally unconcerned about his obvious hard-on. A flame seemed to erupt into a roar between her thighs.
Carol yearned to hold her arms out to Stevie, to feel him pressing his throbbing cock against her thighs again. But she stood where she was, her eyes not moving from the beautiful bulge his cock made.
Matt and Stevie hauled the bags into the second bedroom, the room Matt seldom used now. She could hear them talking in there. A word or two came clearly, and once she heard "mother" and "Stella," mentioned. She walked to the window and stood looking out. She didn't see the lawn nor the car parked in the drive. Her thoughts were like a bonfire, a roaring bonfire of intense desire. What happened with her and Matt at the air terminal seemed only to intensify the burning need of her pussy.
She was not aware that the boys had come out of the bedroom until a pair of arms wrapped about her waist from behind. She caught the hands, not knowing if they were Matt's or Stevie's, and lifted them to her tits. She crushed the palms against her tits, curling the fingers into the springy flesh. She felt the hardness of a cock prodding against her ass. She leaned her head back, sighing as the hands squeezed her tits, the cock moving from side to side.
Turning in the arms, she found herself looking into the grinning, young face of Stevie. Matt was standing across the room, leaning against the door frame, watching with eager eyes.
"I'm glad to be here, Mother," Stevie said, as if it had not been his hands cupping her tits.
"Oh, baby," Carol whispered, "you don't know how happy I am that you're here."
She felt his cock against her right thigh, and she shifted her hips, making it brush to the other one. She leaned down and kissed her son, pressing her lips directly upon his . . . and felt the tip of his tongue scoot back and forth on her mouth.
Thinking she should show some surprise, she pulled back and looked at Stevie with big eyes.
"I told him, Mother," Matt said from across the room. "He knows all about us."
Stevie, like Matt, was bold.
He dropped his hands from the small of his mother's back to her ass. Carol felt him curl his fingers into the tight curves, his cock pressing a bit harder against her upper thighs.
"Everything?" she questioned Matt. "You told your brother all of it?"
"Right down to the last fuck at the terminal," Matt replied.
She looked into Stevie's face again. His young eyes were bright with anticipation, an eager smile on his face. He squeezed his mother's ass suggestively. Carol stood and looked at him for some time, letting his hands feel about her ass through the denim skirt. Then, with a soft moan, she shoved her mouth back against his.
This time as she kissed Stevie, her own hands grabbed him by the ass and pulled his hard cock very tight against her body. This time it was her tongue plunging into his mouth. Stevie sucked greedily on it, his own licking. She felt one of his hands slip into the flap of her wrap-around skirt and caress her hot thigh.
"Mmmm," she murmured, drawing her tongue out of his sucking mouth. "You're just like your brother, too damned horny."
Stevie laughed, stroking his mother's thigh, tracing the edge of her panties. Carol fondled his ass, trying to bring her fingers into the crack, but his pants prevented that. She was breathing hard, her tits arching, nipples molded by her cotton blouse. Stevie, looking at one outlined nipple, darted his mouth to it. Carol felt the wet heat of her son's mouth sucking through the cloth. She placed a hand at the back of his head, pressing his sucking mouth tight against her tit, making soft mewling sounds.
She was aware that her son was unbuttoning her skirt, and she wanted it. The denim skirt fell away, leaving her standing in blouse and panties. Stevie drew back to look down at his mother.
"You look better than Stella," he said appreciatively. "Much better."
Carol smiled, very pleased. Her eyes went again to the front of his pants. While her son gazed upon her almost naked loveliness, Carol brushed the back of her hand over his straining cock, feeling the heat of it through his pants. She glanced at Matt and he remained where he was, just watching them.
Stevie opened his mother's blouse, dragging it from her shoulders. Carol could not resist arching her shoulders, making her flawlessly rounded tits stand out and up, the nipples rigid. She was in her bikini panties-nothing else.
"Better than Stella's tits," Stevie said, feeling them boldly. "Mother, your tits are rounder, harder and bigger than Stella's."
This, too, pleased her. She wanted to be more beautiful, more eager, more willing, than this woman who had initiated her son's into the pleasure of erotic, often perverse, sex. Matt and Stevie were her sons, and she wanted to be the one that pleased-satisfied-them, not some woman she didn't know, some woman her ex-husband had brought into his home.
She stepped a few paces away from Stevie, hooking her fingers into the elastic of her bikini panties. Her eyes were smoldering with desire, watching Stevie, as she rolled the panties down. She was pleased to see the light in his eyes flare as he saw the thick triangle of her pussy hair. The panties dropped to her feet, and she stood upright, almost posing, proud of her curvy, rounded, sexy body.
Her worries of seducing Stevie were silly, she thought as his eyes took in her nakedness. His cock, she noted, seemed to become larger as he looked at her. With a lewd giggle, she curled her fingers around Stevie's cock and squeezed it, making him groan. She fumbled with his fly, saying with a throaty voice, "I'm not going to be the only one naked around here."
Stevie helped his mother, and very quickly he was naked. His cock stood out deliciously, almost as long as his brother's prick. The head, swollen and pink, made her mouth water. She gazed at the piss hole, watching it seep with the slippery juices she loved to taste so much. Wrapping her fingers about his cock, she glanced again at Matt. He remained where he was, leaning against the wall, watching them, his own cock very hard. Only now it was out of his pants, sticking out like a beckoning finger, a rigid finger.
"I want to fuck, Mother," Stevie said bluntly. He had shoved his hand between her thighs and was rubbing at her hairy cunt, feeling the wet, scalding heat there. "After the things Matt told me, I'm about to come already."
Carol gave him a quick kiss, then pulled her youngest son to the floor with her. She lay back, spreading her long legs out wide, exposing her hairy cunt, lifting her hips and twisting them invitingly.
"Do it, Stevie," she said in a low, husky voice. Her eyes glowed with passion. "Fuck me, baby!"
Stevie was between his mother's thighs quickly, grasping his cock at the base, his eyes riveted upon her beautiful, and very wet, cunt. He leaned forward and Carol's fiery pussy found the smoothly swollen head. As it sank into her steamy cunt, she gurgled and wrapped her arms about his waist, closing her thighs around his hips.
"Fuck me hard, baby!" she yelped, tossing her ass up against him, his cock sinking completely with his balls on her naked ass. "Ooooo, what a hard cock! Give it to mother . . . fuck mother's cunt!"
Stevie began to bang up and down, driving his cock swiftly into her receptive pussy. From across the room she saw Matt watching, stroking his cock slowly. Being seen by him as she fucked her youngest son caused an intense reaction within her overheated body. She slammed her cunt up and down, meeting Stevie's plunging cock with sobbing pleasure. She began to claw at his bouncing ass with both hands, digging her fingers into his bunching ass cheeks, pulling them apart, squeezing them together.
She twisted her ass in a mindless frenzy, making tight circles with her up and down movements. Stevie had caught one of her burning nipples with his mouth and was sucking frantically on it, one hand underneath her upturned, churning ass, the other molding her free tit.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! More, Stevie!" she urged between sobbing her delight. "Give me more cock, darling! Ahhh, honey, fuck that cunt . . . fuck that pussy! Ohhhh, baby, ram it to me-hard!"
Although her vision was fogged by passion, she could still see over Stevie's shoulders. Matt was there, slowly stroking his cock, his eyes blazing with excitement as he watched her fucking Stevie. Carol thrashed her heated ass up and down, gurgling with ecstasy, hoping desperately that Matt would not jack off and squirt his sweet come juice all over the floor. She wanted it, wanted his cock fucking her cunt just as soon as Stevie was finished. She wanted both cocks, the hard, sweet, throbbing cocks of her sons-both of them, one after the other, plunging and throbbing and fucking her steamy cunt time and again.
The hot breath of Stevie seared her flesh as he sucked wildly on her tit, squeezing almost painfully into the other one. His fingers clutched her revolving ass tightly as he drove his cock deep and hard. Carol humped her cunt up at him, her own fingers digging into the bunching cheeks of his ass, her fingers digging into the bunching cheeks of his ass, her fingers pressed into the hot crack.
His balls beat steadily against her shaking ass and she was sobbing with the ecstasy as the explosions of her orgasms began to ripple about inside her cunt, sucking and gripping Stevie's throbbing prick. Her clitoris was on fire, being smashed and rubbed with the glowing heat of Steve's cock as he fucked her energetically. She could hear him panting in short gasps now, even though her orgasms sent her mind reeling. She threw her crotch up, grinding it against his cock and balls.
Stevie's body became stiff, his cock deep inside her greedy cunt.
"Come, baby!" Carol shouted, drawing his cock as deep as she could into her writhing, exploding cunt. "Grab mother's hot ass and hang on! And come! Oh, God . . . come in my fucking cunt, Stevie! I want it . . . love it . . . all that sweet, hot come juice up my cunt!"
The lurching, throbbing spurts of his cock seemed to enthrall Carol. She could feel each squirt of his come juice as it splattered the hot, satiny walls of her cunt. She could feel his balls writhing tightly against the flesh of her naked, grinding ass. The orgasms bursting in her cunt caused the hair-lined lips to suck like her mouth as he came off, drenching her hungry, starving pussy.
When Stevie's body relaxed, she held him with her arms and thighs, feeling him tremble.
His face rested with her nipple almost in his ear.
"I was wondering how to do this," she said in a low voice.
"How to do what, Mother?" Stevie asked, still panting slightly.
"Get your cock in my pussy, baby," she laughed, not feeling in the least embarrassed. "I felt your hard-on at the air terminal and knew you needed it."
She looked over at Matt. He was still slowly stroking his cock. He had not come after all.
"I told Stevie all about it," Matt said.
"I know, you told me," she replied, still caressing her youngest son as he rested between her thighs.
"I mean before, Mother," Matt said. "I told him on the phone after we fucked on that boulder."
A slow flush started to creep over Carol's cheeks, but then it left. There was no reason to blush, she decided.
"Why, you little mother-fucker!" she giggled. "Why didn't you let me know, Matt?"
"Brothers need secrets, don't they?" he replied.
"Not with a mother like ours," Stevie said.
Carol laughed in delight and kissed the top of Stevie's head, holding him tighter. She moved her hands down his back and fondled his ass. "Do I feel you getting hard again, Stevie? Is that what I feel with my cunt?"
He nodded, lifting his head and looking at her, a big grin on his young face. "That's what you feel, Mother."
"Oh, God!" she pretended distress. "I don't know how I'm going to handle you two."
Stevie giggled as he started to fuck into her cunt again, his cock never once leaving it after he had came off in her.
"Let's do something else," Carol said in a passion-laden voice.
"What?" Stevie asked, still stroking in and out.
"Want a blow-job?" Carol asked, her eyes shining with heat. "Want Mother to give your cock a hot blow-job?"
Stevie was fast.
He pulled his cock from his mother's hairy cunt and eagerly drew it up over her smooth stomach, his knees along her waist.
"Eager, aren't you?" she teased him, watching him slide his cock along her flesh.
"You asked for it, Mother!" he giggled, his balls rubbing along her naked tits now, his cock wet with the juice of her cunt and his come juice.
Carol cupped his ass when the head of his cock probed her lips. She opened her mouth and let Stevie shove the hard sweetness between them. He was straddling her shoulder now, his balls at her chin. She held his ass in both hands, her eyes blazing up into his excited face. Stevie held his mother's head up and began to fuck her mouth.
"Mmmmm," Carol whimpered with pleasure, feeling his slippery cock sliding easily between her lips, over her tongue, across the roof of her mouth. Stevie's cock, not as long as Matt's, failed to enter her throat. But Carol didn't mind at all. There were times when she wanted a deep throat-fuck and there were times when she wanted to roll her tongue about the head, using only her lips.
The thrill she felt by having his balls bounce on her chin and the way his ass fit her palms, sent fiery ecstasy rumbling through Carol's naked body.
She felt Matt between her spread thighs, and lifted her crotch to him. She managed to take her mouth off Stevie's cock long enough to say, "Oh, Matt . . . fuck me! Fuck mother while she sucks Stevie's lovely cock! Oooo, two beautiful hard cocks . . . one up my hot cunt . . . one fucking mouth! Ohhh, babies . . . darlings . . . give it to me!"
She gulped Stevie's cock into her greedy mouth as Matt plunged his prick up her cunt. She felt Matt lifting her ass as she closed her hot thighs around his hips. His cock went deep, throbbing sweetly inside her gripping cunt. Stevie's prick moved in and out of her lips, hot and deliciously hard. She clung to Stevie's ass, letting him hold her head up, wanting him to fuck her mouth, to use it as her cunt.
Stevie leaned over his mother's face, fucking in and out of her mouth in short, quick strokes. Matt was plunging his cock into her cunt furiously, grunting as his hands dug into her uplifted hips. Carol churned and thrashed her crotch about as the heat began to boil within her. Being fucked in her cunt and in her mouth at the same time was so good, so very good, her mind was soaring with erotic ecstasy. She gurgled wetly about Stevie's cock, her tongue licking frantically, her cunt clinging to Matt's cock like a fleshy vise.
Muffled groans bubbled from her constricted throat as orgasm after orgasm rumbled about her pussy. She was coming more than ever coming stronger than ever. Her head was flat on the floor now as Stevie leaned over her face, driving his cock in and out of her tightly gripping lips, her tongue swirling. She tossed her ass up and down, meeting the plunging cock of her oldest son. The fervor in which her two sons fucked her sent her body into shivery ecstasy.
Fucking, getting fucked, doing the fucking, sucking on hard cock, had always been something Carol loved, but this-taking two cocks at the very same time-was fantastic.
Being fucked in her cunt and in her mouth by two beautiful hard cocks was about the most . . . the greatest.
She held Stevie's ass tightly as he plunged his cock up and down, his balls beating against her chin. She held her hot lips as tight as she could about his throbbing hardness, her tongue pressing to make it scrape along the roof of her mouth. She was thrilled to taste him dripping, the juice coating her tongue, burning into her throat. She felt the throbbing of each cock, separate and distinctly . . . and at the same time, the cocks felt as one.
The orgasms burning through her sent ripples up and down her creamy, smooth flesh. She felt Matt holding one tit, his other holding her upturned, twisting ass. She was groaning as she came, her eyes rolling as the two cocks fucked faster and faster . . . her cunt and her mouth . . . being fucked at the same time.
"I'm about to come, Mother!"
For a moment she wasn't sure whose voice it was. She knew, though, the instant Stevie's cock gushed. His cock seemed to swell amazingly as he came. The volume of his come juice was so great, it almost choked her. But at the moment, she didn't care if it did strangle her. The thick sweetness of his come juice was what she wanted above all else.
As she swallowed in wet delight, she became aware that her other son, Matt, was spewing his come juice into her tightly gripping cunt. She was being filled in her cunt and in her mouth with the come juice from both her sons at the very same time, and Carol almost went out of her mind with the intense ecstasy of it. It felt as if her pussy and her mouth would be greedy the rest of her life for this . . . this sweet, thick come juice from the beautiful cocks of her two, horny boys . . .
Chapter Ten
Carol came awake slowly. She was lying between the bodies of Matt and Stevie. Stevie was on his side, one hand holding her tit, his breath fanning her armpit. She felt his cock against her hip, and turned her face to look at him. He looked so very young and innocent, yet she knew he was about as erotic as she and Matt.
Matt was on his back, one of his legs thrown over hers, and she turned to look at him. He was becoming a man, she thought. She was sure she detected a few dark hairs on his upper lip. Her eyes went downward and stopped at his cock. Immediately there was a deep pulsation in her cunt. But her pussy wasn't hungry for just any cock, she knew. It was hungry for Matt's cock . . . Stevie's cock. She didn't care about any other cock in the world. Despite teasing them about being unable to keep up with them, Carol knew she would manage that very well. In fact, she might turn out to be more than they could handle, although she doubted it.
She managed to get out of bed without waking them. She soaked for a long time in the tub, the water liberally sprinkled with bath salt. She hummed and sang softly, feeling better than she ever had in her life. She relived everything that had happened from the moment she stood on the boulder looking down at Matt's cock and letting him peer up her skirt, seeing her pan tied cunt. She relived the first fiery thrust of his cock into her pussy there, how she had wanted it and at the same time felt ashamed . . . until he began to fuck her good and hard.
She remembered taking Matt's cock into her mouth that first time, the initial taste of his come juice, finding it sweeter than any other she had tasted. She remembered sucking him off in the car, parked in daylight at the shopping center, then fucking him near those trash bins. She thought of the pickup truck in the orange grove . . . how they had sucked each other frantically and hungrily, both starved in their own way, she for his hard cock, he for her wet, hairy cunt. She remembered the day before, sucking him off at the air terminal, then being fucked with the mass of people pressing around them.
And Stevie ... Oh, Stevie!
He had greeted her with his cock hard and ready, already aware that she was fucking Matt.
She stood up and used a fluffy towel to dry her body with, trembling as she drew it between her thighs. For a brief moment she considered making herself come with it, but with a sudden giggle stopped that idea. She had no reason to make herself come-all she had to do was wake one or both of her boys up. They would be most happy to help her out.
Pulling on a pair of lacy panties, she discarded the thought of dressing. In the kitchen, half-naked, she prepared breakfast for them, knowing they would be very hungry this morning. After going to bed, they had fucked her once more each, taking turns as she lay sprawled lewdly for them, legs wide, cunt lifted by two pillows.
She had heard, of course, about how horny young teenaged boys were, but her sons . . . my God! Would they ever get enough pussy? she thought as she turned the sausage patties and dipped hot oil over the eggs. She hoped fervently they never would-especially her pussy.
A giggle escaped her throat.
"If they get tired of my cunt," she whispered to herself, "there are other places they're fascinated with. When they get tired of my cunt, I still have my mouth, and if they get tired of that, there's my asshole."
She heard them shuffling into the kitchen. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she greeted them. Stevie was rubbing at his sleepy eyes, peeking at her body. Matt went straight for his chair at the table.
"Doesn't any one dress for breakfast around here?" she asked. "All I see, morning, noon, and night is . . . cocks and more cocks!"
Stevie giggled and Matt grinned.
She finished cooking, but now that they were in the room with her, Carol could not help but shift her feet about, make her ass ripple and bunch, knowing they were looking at her. She placed the platter of eggs and sausage on the table, then got plates and silverware for them.
Her tits jiggled tightly as she moved about, her nipples tingling deliciously. When Stevie cupped one tit in his hand as she put his fork and knife down, she stood still, letting him feel and caress her. Then, when he lifted his mouth to it, she helped stuff her tit into his mouth. Steve sucked at her nipple for a while, then released it.
"Mmmmm, that's what I call a tasty breakfast, Mother," he laughed.
"Good for the circulation," Carol replied, pointing down at his upstanding cock. "Or is that just a piss hard-on?"
"You know about piss hard-ons, Mother?" Stevie asked.
"I know about a lot of things," she replied, jerking his cock a few times before sitting at her place to eat.
After breakfast, the boys showered. Carol knew she didn't have to make plans to entertain her sons. All she would have to do for that was haul her panties off and throw her hairy cunt at either or both of them.
They didn't bother to dress after the shower, and came back into the living room with wet hair and dripping bodies. There was something about seeing them this way, naked and still wet from the shower. There was something about a naked body with drops of water clinging to it from a shower that created desire in her. Sometimes, she could see a boy or man climbing from a swimming pool, water running from the crotch of his trunks, and her cunt would almost explode into a boiling orgasm.
Both Matt and Stevie seemed to have no trouble keeping a hard-on. She was amused to realize that when it came to hard cock, they out did their father a hundred to one. Seeing no reason to keep her panties on, she peeled them off and deliberately wiggled sensuously for their interested eyes. She tossed her panties to them, watching them hit Matt in the face, then fall and catch on Stevie's out-thrusting cock. He rubbed them about his balls, then dropped them.
Before noon, Carol found herself flat on her back in the living room. "I think I'm spending my whole life on my fucking back," she complained in a teasing way. "I'll never get off my back as long as I have you two here, I guess."
Stevie was on one side of her, sucking at a tit, while Matt played with the other. She lay there, sighing with pleasure as they felt and sucked at her spongy tits and rubbery nipples. She held a hard cock in each of her hands, stroking them. The sounds of their wet slurpings, the scraping of their tongues, the hungry way their lips pulled at her nipples, had her cunt steaming more than before. Already the slippery juices were seeping from her twitching cunt lips and smearing her thighs and the creamy swells of her ass.
As they sucked her tits, they ran their hands up and down her trembling stomach, taking turns feeling through the thick hairs of her cunt, rubbing at her puffy lips, teasing her clitoris. When Stevie left her tit and began to lick down her body, she was not in the least surprised.
She spread her legs wide when his tongue licked into the silky curls of her pussy, then it was stroking hotly about her clitoris. When he moved his head down and into her crotch, she lifted it and began to grind slowly. His tongue entered her boiling cunt, thrusting in and out in a way that similar, but different, to Matt's cunt-licking.
Hardly had Stevie's tongue begun to dip in and out of her cunt than Carol began to come. The orgasms were small and mild in the beginning, but increased with heat as her youngest son tongue-fucked her, slipping a hand under her ass and clutching it tightly. She twisted her hips, grinding into his sucking mouth, jacking faster on each cock as the ecstasy flared through her naked body.
When Stevie lifted his face, smeared with the juices of her pussy, Matt was quick to shove his face into her cunt, licking eagerly as his lips sucked on her clitoris. The two cocks throbbed in her fists and she soon became afraid the boys would come too soon. When that happened, she wanted the cocks inside her someplace.
The two boys apparently had some ideas of their own, though.
One of them-she didn't know which-was turning her now and lifting her ass into the air. She drew her legs underneath, whispering softly, excitedly. "What are you two going to do to me? Don't forget, I'm your mother."
"Don't we know it," Matt said.
"A hot-assed mother," Stevie giggled.
The way he said that sent a shiver up and down Carol's naked flesh, and she knew what they were going to do with her now.
When she felt the hardness of swollen cock pressing at her asshole, she knew she had been right.
"Are you two going to fuck me in the ass?" she playfully teased them, pretending to draw her uplifted ass from the prodding cock.
She lifted her head and peered over her shoulder, seeing it was Matt who was shoving his cock into her asshole. As the head of his prick penetrated her asshole, she forgot about teasing. She groaned almost deliriously and shoved her ass back against him, feeling that long hardness plunge in all the way, exactly how she loved it best. His balls slapped at the puffy, hairy lips of her cunt, and then Matt stabbed a few times. Her other son, Stevie, knelt at her side, watching his brother's cock fuck her up the ass.
"Let Stevie have a turn, Matt!" she moaned, arching her creamy ass high. "Don't be such a pig . . . let your little brother fuck me in the ass, too!"
Carol clawed at the carpet as Stevie and Matt began to take turns with her asshole. There was a difference between their cocks, but both were beautiful in their own way. Although Matt could drive deeper into her asshole, Stevie seemed to thrust faster. They plunged a few times, then withdrew, letting the other plunge his cock into her ass. Carol was sobbing, tears of ecstasy seeping from her eyes, her body burning as though someone had set it afire. She wiggled and tossed her naked ass about wickedly, grinding into them.
How it happened, she wasn't sure.
One minute she was kneeling with her ass in the air and the boys taking turns fucking her. The next she was on her side, with Stevie sitting on his thighs, drawing her leg to his shoulder, his cock up her asshole. Holding his mother's leg there, he licked and kissed it, his other hand rubbing at her clitoris, thrusting a finger into her cunt. She could not just lay there not moving. She began to pump her hips, fucking his cock with her asshole while he finger-fucked her in the cunt. She was on her side, and Matt sat at her face. All she had to do was turn her head slightly and she had her mouth on his prick.
Again she had a cock in her mouth, but this time it was her asshole getting fucked. She was surprised at how easy it was to churn her hips about in this position. She fucked her youngest son's cock with her asshole as he finger-fucked her cunt, and she sucked hoggishly on Matt's cock.
The knowledge that they could see between her widely spread thighs and watch as Stevie finger-fucked her hairy cunt, see her hips moving, watching her suck Matt's cock, created perverse ecstasy in her. She was spread out in such a deliciously way, crotch wide open, it was unbelievably pleasant. She moved with her hips, squeezing her asshole about Stevie's cock and sucked vigorously on Matt's prick.
The finger driving in and out of her cunt intensified the sensations. When Matt began to squeeze and pull at her tits, the fiery pleasure grew hotter yet. How she did it, she wasn't sure, but she fucked Stevie with her asshole and sucked Matt's cock with her mouth. She was still on her side, one legs almost draped about Stevie's shoulders.
All her systems were attuned to the ecstasy flooding her nakedness, her mind vacant except the fiery desire that wrapped about her. Stevie's free hand ran up and down the inside of her uplifted thigh, feeling the creamy smoothness near her hair-lined cunt. His lips kissed about her knee, and her ass pumped on his prick, his finger moving in and out of her cunt as if it, too, was a cock-a third cock. Her head bobbed, awkwardly, to be sure, but suck and bob it did. She ran her arm between Matt's thighs and cupped his balls, shoving her lips down to the base of his cock and mewling as his balls rubbed her cheek.
Carol was spread out so lewdly it was delicious to her. She knew the view she presented to her sons excited their young, erotic minds greatly. The lips of her wet cunt clung to Stevie's finger, as her asshole clutched his cock and her lips held Matt's cock.
She began to come and her naked body jerked as if she were having convulsions. The only convulsions, however, were in her cunt.
Stevie was the first to come, and the boiling sweetness of his come juice bubbling deeply into her asshole sent Carol into powerful multiple orgasms that amazed her. As Stevie gushed come juice into her burning asshole, she felt Matt's cock jerk and then her mouth was being filled by the sweetest taste on earth to her. Carol would rather have a cock spurting into her mouth than the most expensive gourmet dinner. And getting a cock spurting up her asshole or cunt at the same time was like a dessert.
Later, she sat between them, leaning on the couch, her legs draped over theirs, wide apart. She stroked their cocks as they fondled her tits, kissing her in turn, thrusting their tongues into her mouth. When one played with her tits, the other was caressing her bushy cunt.
"Next time," she said, "give a girl a bit of warning. How do you know I would take it up the ass, Matt?"
"Because you love a cock in the ass, Mother," he replied, grinning at her. "Because I know you love a hard cock anyplace you can get it."
"I can't deny it, I guess." She made a grimace. "But there's one thing I want next time. I want to get one of these lovely cocks in my cunt and one in my ass-at the same time."
"Think you can handle both of us now, Mother?" Stevie asked. "Matt said you weren't sure."
"Well, let's put it like this," she said teasingly. "If I get too tired of this, I can always send you back to your father . . . and Stella."
"Bull shit!" Matt shouted.
"No, you won't, Mother," Stevie chimed in. "You just try that and you're gonna get it!"
"What will I get?" she asked.
"Cock!" Stevie and Matt shouted together, wrestling her to the floor, their pricks probing at whatever hole they happened to be near.
Carol gave a happy, gurgling laugh, spreading her naked body out, ready to take those cocks anyway they wanted to give them to her.
