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 Family Sex Night By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

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one.

   CHAPTER TWO



   On Thursday morning, Ellen Preston kept her son Mark home from school.



   After Bob Preston, on his way to work, had taken Jane with him, so he
could drop her off at school, Ellen was alone at last with her young son.



   It was a moment which she had anticipated for some time.  Ellen was in
her late thirties, a mature adult female.  She was strikingly attractive
and arousingly full-bodied, with a lovely face and an alluring physique.



   Ellen's good looks were the fresh, natural, wholesome kind, not
dependent on glamour.  She was a pretty and voluptuously developed suburban
housewife and mother.



   She had her own ideas on the proper way to raise her children,
especially where their sexual development was concerned.



   It was roughly nine o'clock, nice and early.  Ellen felt lazy and
relaxed as she finished putting the cleaned breakfast dishes away in the
cupboard.



   She wore a pink housecoat, made of soft fuzzy fabric which clung to her
womanly curves.  The robe was belted at her waist with a sash.



   Ellen was a big woman, and stood a few inches over five and a half feet
tall.  She had a massive bosom, flat belly, and wide hips.



   She was in splendid condition, not just for her age, but for any age. 
Her body was well toned and developed, taut and firm, without sagging.



   Her light brown hair was styled in short and attractive coiffure.  She
had a wide heart-shaped face, deep-set eyes, a bold wide mouth.



   She reached behind her back, her breasts pressing against the soft cups
of her gown, and the quilted covering of her robe.



   At the small of her back was a knotted apron string.  She opened and
untied it, took off the apron and hung it up, and went upstairs.



   Yellow light slanted through the east windows on the second floor of the
spacious suburban home.  Ellen went down the hall to her son's room.



   She sas surprised to discover that her hands trembled.  She smiled to
herself.  Now that the big moment had arrived, excitement shook her.



   She paused outside his closed door.  Each of her children had their own
rooms.  Linda's room, unoccupied while she was away at school, would be
used by her when she returned this weekend for her monthly visit.



   Ellen took a deep breath, her heart beating with strength.  She let out
the breath slowly, calming herself, composing herself.



   She was amused by her own reaction.  With all the lovers she had taken,
she should be calm and cool as a cucumber.  But her excitement rose up in
her, firing her passions.



   She opened the door and went into the boy's room.  Mark sat up in bed,
his back against the headboard.  The curtains covered the window, while the
lamp on his night table pushed away some of the shadows and dimness.



   Mark was in his early teens, a handsome lad, fresh-faced and
clean-limbed.  He was the youngest of her children, the only boy.



   He had pale brown hair with yellow highlights, which fell across his
forehead, the tips falling across his alive, alert green eyes.



   His features were smooth and clean, with a scattering of freckles across
his face.  He was beardless, but he was sexually mature.



   He had been mature enough for her purposes for a few years physically
mature, that is, since he reached puberty at twelve.



   He was like a delicious peach, and Ellen had longed to take a bite out
of him.  But she had restrained her desires for more than two years.



   She waited until he had the necessary emotional maturity.  He could be
trusted with secrets which it would be dangerous to reveal to outsiders.



   Now that he was ready, Ellen would initiate him in her own special way.



   Mark squirmed restlessly, his face coloring with a blush.  Ellen was
inwardly amused by his innocent reaction, but she did not smile, for fear
that he would misunderstand the smile, and mistakenly think that she
laughed at him.



   Adolescents were so touchy!  Parents had to handle them with care.  But
handling with care was something which Ellen was skilled at.  "Hi, honey,"
she said, padding to his bedside.



   Mark wore striped pajamas.  The tops were open at the throat, showing
his smooth fair skin, the hollow of his throat, his flat thin chest.



   He was skinny, with prominent bones, lean limbs.  The blankets covered
him from the waist down.  She reached out to touch his head.



   She had kept him home from school today, so that she might have him all
to herself.  Schooling was certainly important, but Mark was a fine student
who wouldn't suffer from missing one day.  Besides, what he would learn
here today from her would be more important than anything he might pick up
in school.



   She and Mark shared a scheme, a little conspiracy.  Yesterday, she had
instructed him to complain that he was feeling ill this morning.



   Mark pretended that he had a touch of the flu, and Ellen said that she
would keep him home just to be on the safe side.



   Mark had to be in good health for the family weekend coming up.



   Mark was shy.  He fidgeted anxiously, too nervous to look up at his own
mother.  Ellen smiled down fondly at him as she ran her fingers through his
hair.



   "Any room for your mom to sit down, Mark?"



   "Huh?  Oh, sure, Mom, sit down!" Mark slid across to the other side of
the bed, keeping himself covered with the blankets.



   Ellen parked her wide warm rear on the mattress.  Mark stared at her
breasts.



   "I'm so glad that you're staying home and spending the day with your
mother, dear." Ellen rubbed his thin shoulder through his pajama top.



   She took his head in her hands, his soft downy cheeks warm against her
pressing palms.  "I promised you that I'd give you a special treat,
remember?"



   "Y-yes, Mom!" Now he was so nervous that he could look at her.



   "I always keep my promises, Mark." She squeezed his shoulder.  "You're
so sweet, honey!  I love you so much!"



   "I love you, Mom!"



   She puckered her lips and kissed his forehead.  She couldn't resist the
temptation to press her rich ruby lips against his mouth.



   She kissed him hard on the mouth.  His eyes widened.  He gasped.  Ellen
put fire in her kiss, but she kept her mouth closed and didn't use her
tongue.



   Not yet, anyway.



   She stood up.  "I'll be right back, Mark.  When I come in, I want you to
have your pajamas off.  You will do that for me, won't you, dear?"



   "Yes, Mom." His voice cracked.



   Ellen patted the top of her son's head and ruffled his hair.  She
crossed the room, paused at the door, turned, blew him a kiss.



   When she returned to his room a few moments later, she wore sexy black
lingerie, a full and flowing nightgown of black satin and lace.



   Her heavy breasts were supported by black satin cups which were
skin-tight against her swelling bosom, the nipples jutting against the
cups.



   The weight of her fleshy breasts pulled down on the straps which
supported the cups, causing the straps of black lace to cut into her smooth
white shoulders.



   The gown was sleeveless, so her strong arms were bare.  It was tight in
the bosom, and low and plunging in the back, displaying most of her broad
white back.



   The fabric was free and gauzy, see-through.  The lushly curved shape of
her body was white, veiled by the flowing masses of see-through fabric.



   The hem of the gown reached her ankles.  She wore no panties below the
gown, and the dajk bush of her pubic patch was visible.



   The gown rustled and swished as she hurried to her son's bedside.



   Mark sat up in bed like he was in shock.  His eyes were wide and staring
and his mouth hung open in gaping astonishment.



   He had done as she told him.  His pajamas, top and bottom, were hung on
the knobbed bedpost.  Ellen turned out the light, so the room was
intimately dim.



   She got into bed beside him.  She took hold of the blankets and sheets
before he could think of holding them.



   When she pulled the blankets and sheets, she uncovered him.  His limbs
were all pink and smooth, naked.  She saw his penis and his balls.



   "Mom!" he gasped.



   "Move over, darling, and make room for your mother, or I'll think you
don't want me here!" She slid into bed beside him.



   In his first reaction of automatic shock, Mark covered his genitals with
his hands.  He looked like he might faint.



   She pressed against him, smiling down at the hands that covered his cock
and balls.  "Who are you hiding from, silly?"



   She took hold of his hands and firmly placed them at his sides,
uncovering his cock and balls.  He had a dark brown pubic patch.  His penis
was thick, limp, long ...  a most handsomely endowed tool, Ellen thought
approvingly.



   "You have nothing to hide from me, young man," she said.  "I know what
you look like.  I'm your mother, and I know all about you!"



   She put her hand on his chest.  His tiny pink nipples stiffened as her
fingers playfully rubbed and tweaked them.



   Goose bumps rose on his smooth skin as she rubbed his chest and belly.



   "You're a big boy now, Mark.  A young man, I should say.  It's time that
you found out about love, and how to be with a woman."



   She had selected herself as her son's teacher.



   "Don't you find me attractive, Mark?" she teased.



   "Of course I do!  I think that you're beautiful, Mom!"



   "Thank you, dear.  Now, just relax.  I know that this is your first
time. There's nothing to be scared of.  Just relax and enjoy it."



   "Trust me," she whispered into his ear.  "Mother knows best."



   Her breath was warm, tickling him.  He squirmed.  Ellen nibbled his soft
pink ear lobe between her strong white teeth.



   That really made him squirm.  He whimpered with wanting.



   Ellen kissed him on the mouth.  His teeth were closed.  She pressed them
with her tongue until he opened his jaws, then she stuck her tongue in his
mouth.



   He tasted fresh, clean, unspoiled.  His saliva was sweet.  His tongue
writhed when her tongue rolled over it, rubbing it arousingly.



   Ellen rested her hand on his bare thigh.  Mark trembled.  She thought
that was rather sweet.  He was her little cherry boy.



   He gasped when her fondling hand moved from his smooth inner thighs to
his genitals.  Ellen fingered his cock and balls.



   She toyed with his penis, squeezing it in her long cool fingers,
stroking it like it was a fragile little warm-blooded creature.



   She parted his thighs and cupped his balls.  They tightened in the sac
as they rested on her palm.  His cock quivered, jerked.



   Ellen stopped kissing him.  He was moaning.  She put her hand on the
back of his head and pulled his face down to her breasts.



   He moaned happily.  He returned to the nourishing breasts of his mother
for the first time since he had been weaned from them as an infant.



   The breast cups plumped up her breasts, giving her deep cleavage.  The
swelling tops rose out of the cups, while her nipples were almost revealed.



   Mark's hot smooth face was engulfed in the warm softness of her bosom.
He gasped, almost weeping as he rubbed his heated face against Mom's flesh.



   Ellen, smiling with satisfaction and ever-mounting lust, stroked his
shoulders and back.



   Her nipples tingled, puckered, stiffened, became throbbingly erect.



   Her nipples were as fat as thimbles.  Her massive breasts were
ultra-sensitive.  They shivered from the steady throbbing of the nipples.



   Ellen slipped the straps down off her shoulders, then tugged the cups
off her breasts, baring them.  They tumbled, jigglingly freely in the boy's
gasping face.



   Ellen's nipples and the rosettes surrounding them were a dark brown
color, which made them stand out even more dramatically against her masses
of smooth white skin.



   She pulled Mark's hot moaning face between the fleshy mounds, which
pressed his cheeks on either side.  Her flesh was naturally perfumed.



   Her hand fondled his penis, feeling the stiffness of his erection. 
Smiling to herself, she closed her fist around his cock and squeezed.



   "Kiss my titties, honey," she whisperingly urged.



   Mark planted dozens of quick kisses on the mounds of flesh.  The boy's
initial reluctance was washed away as his natural lustful instincts took
over.



   Ellen cupped her breast, soft bosom flesh oozing through her gripping
fingers as she raised the stiff nipple to his mouth.



   After he kissed the nipple, she told him to take it in his mouth and
suck it.  His lips surrounded the nipple, followed by his hot wet mouth.



   Sharp stimulating sensations shot through her as he mouthed her nipple,
nibbling it, licking it, sucking it wetly and noisily.



   Saliva wet his mouth and chin as he sucked Mom's big, hard-nippled
breast.



   His penis was hot and hard in her stroking hand.  She fingered his
balls, driving him wild.  She eased his mouth away from her breasts at
last.



   The lovemaking initiation of her young son was interrupted only for the
few sexonds that it took for her to shuck off her gauzy gown.



   The gown was nice, sexy, but nudity was even nicer, and much sexier.



   Mark stared at her.  He had never seen a sexually mature adult female in
the flesh.  His thirsty eyes drank in the vision of her lush, full-figured
loveliness.



   She was naked on the bed, his bed, kneeling, her hands on his shoulders,
her heavy breasts bobbing under his heated face.



   Between her kneeling legs was the dark black patch of her bush, and the
thick, fleshy lips of her pussy....



   She eased him down on his back, so that he was stretched out on the bed.



   "You trust me," she cooed.  "Mom knows what's best for her little lover
boy.  Trust Mom to make her baby feel like heaven!"



   She crawled on the bed, her heavy breasts dangling, her wide plump
buttocks rippling, as she moved down to his feet.



   Taking hold of his thin ankles, she pulled his legs apart, then crawled
up on the space between them.  She reached for his cock.



   "Mom's going to give you a great big kiss!"



   She held his cock upright, holding her hand around it so that the top of
the shaft and its swollen head jutted from the top of her fist.



   She lowered her head, pressed her red puckered lips against the cock
head.



   She kissed it wetly, making smooching sounds.  The cock head throbbed,
seeming to swell even wider against her kissing lips.



   Her pink pointed tongue darted out from between those ruby lips.



   She licked the head of Mark's cock, dabbing her tongue tip over the tiny
slit in the center of the head.



   She took the cock head between her lips.  Mark moaned weakly, then
writhed as she rubbed the cock head against the slippery roof of her mouth.



   She pressed her puckered lips against his shaft, holding it just below
the arching rim of the cock head, as she slurped and sucked it.



   She took the cock deeper into her mouth, into her throat.  She bobbed
her head, moving her mouth up and down on his cock head.



   Mark groaned and shook like he was in a fevered delirium of lust. 
Ellen's saliva coated his cock.  The red rod was massaged by the smooth
insides of his lust.



   Experienced in the ways of boys and men, Ellen knew that it would not
take her son very long to come.  That was why she had sucked him off first.



   His hips bumped and ground, shaking and gyrating, instinctively pumping
his cock in and out of his mother's mouth.



   His cupcake buttocks were clenched, and his back was arched, lifting his
hips off the mattress when he drove his cock deep into Mom's mouth.



   When he was about to come, she took him all the way, stuffing his sock
head in the back of her throat, her lips pressing the base of his shaft.



   His cock swelled on her tongue like a hose when the pressure is turned
on.



   He came explosively, his uncontrolled cries of ecstasy torn from him
with the same violence with which semen was torn from his coming cock.



   Ellen milked him dry, her mouth molded around his member, her tongue
cradling the throbbing shaft.



   She swallowed his come eagerly, tasting her boy for the first time.  The
come slid slowly down her gullet, thick and dripping.



   Mark whimpered as the last convulsions of his orgasm tore through him.
He flopped back on the sweat-damp sheets, tension pouring out of him.



   Ellen kept his cock in her mouth for a long time after it had stopped
coming.  aThe flow of semen died down to a thin ooze.



   She took his cock out of her mouth at last, sliding her lips up the
shaft to suck up any excess semen or saliva.



   She squeezed his cock, which was red, rubbery, flexible, and sticky with
semen.  A fat drop of come oozed from his cock head and clung there like a
liquid pearl.



   Ellen whipped her tongue across it, lapping it up and swallowing it
down.



   Mark was dazed and weak as a kitten.  Ellen hovered over her boy, cooing
to him, stroking him soothingly.



   It had not taken him long to come.  But, like other teen boys, while he
came quickly, he could get hard again soon after his orgasm.



   Ellen crawled over him on her hands and knees.  Her heavy breasts
dangled over his face, the nipples throbbing when they grazed his flesh.



   She fed him her nipple and he sucked it.  She stroked him and teased him
until his penis was once more thickly erect.



   She straddled his lean hips.  She had bigger bones than he did, and
weighed more.  It gave her a feeling of power and mastery to be physically
bigger than her boy.



   She was wet inside her pussy.  Straddling him, she rubbed his cock head
up and down her pussy lips, massaging sexual heat into the labia.



   His cock was red, hard, arousing.  She ached to have it fill her.



   She pressed the tip of the cock against her slit, prying open the fleshy
pussy lips, peeling them back to expose precious pink membranes.



   She stuffed the cock head inside her.  He was young, yes, but most well
endowed and the thickness of his hard young cock pleased her immensely.



   She lowered herself down on the rod, taking it deep, sighing as it
filled her.



   Mark sighed and shook as his cock, so stiff that it shook with soreness,
was engulfed by the wet heat and slippery silk of his mother's pussy.



   When he was in her, she rode him.  She rocked back and forth, a
horsewoman in the saddle, surging so his cock slid stimulatingly inside
her.



   Mark's thin long legs thrashed.  In his excitement he drummed his heels
against the mattress, kicking wildly, crying with delight.



   Since they were alone in the house, Ellen didn't care how loud his cries
were.  In fact, the louder he got, the more pleased she was.



   He was able to thrust much longer this time than the first time.  He
moved under her, working his cock inside her, thrusting.



   She sat upright on his cock then leaned forward, so that her dangling
breasts lightly slapped his gasping face as she shook her hips with wild
abandon.



   His cock pumped in and out of her pussy.  Her pussy lips were wet with
secretions which had oozed from inside her slit.



   She rode faster and faster until she came.  She was shaking on top of
him when he came, his thin legs thrashing.



   Later, they rested for a long time in bed.



   The morning faded into noon, and the day dreamily drifted by in a haze
of sex.



   Early in the afternoon, mother and son shared a shower.



   They were close in the shower stall, enclosed by three tiled walls and a
glass sliding shower door.  Spray and steam jetted in the stall.



   Ellen's white body was pink and tingling under the needle-fine shower
spray.  Her smooth flesh was sleek and glossy with water streaming over it.



   The stimulation of the spray made her nipples stand out stiffly.  Mark
was equally sleek from the shower, and sparks flew whenever the mother and
son brushed against each other.



   Ellen stood out of the direct spray of the shower and had her son soap
her up.



   Mark's eager hands trembled as he lather up the soap bar into masses of
rich frothy foam.  He smeared both handfuls of soap on her breasts.



   The soap oiled her flesh, and the masses of her breasts slid and slipped
through his hands.  He rubbed the white bubbling lather on her bosom.



   Her hard brown nipples jutted out from masses of white foam.



   She took the soap from him, worked up a lather in her palms, and took
hold of Ins cock, which jumped from limp thickness to a stiff erection.



   Mark, dazed with lust, leaned against the tiled wall for support.  His
red rod jutted thickly from his hips, while Ellen's soapy hands glided up
and down the shaft.



   Ellen took hold of his cock and guided him under the spray, where the
streaming water rinsed him.  When the soap was gone, his erection remained.



   Ellen had a cure for that.



   She stood with her back in a corner of the shower stall.  Her legs were
spread, and her feet were braced against the opposite wall, for balance.



   She gripped his lean hips and pulled him to her, his erection sticking
out like the lance of a charging knight.



   He stood between her spread legs, his cock brushing her wet smooth
thighs.  She gripped his cock and guided the red swollen head to her slit.



   She took it inside her, then hugged him, pulling him to her, her breasts
flattening against his chest, excess bosom flesh oozing to the sides.



   He leaned into her, his cock sliding up inside her.  Ellen's broad wet
back slapped the tiled wall as she rocked to meet the thrusts.



   His cupcake buttocks were taut and tense.  His belly slapped hers, his
hips pounded her lushly padded womanly hips as he worked out.



   She embraced him, reaching down to cup his buttocks in both hands, her
fingers sinking into the flesh, urging him to more forceful thrusts.



   He worked like a machine, pumping his cock in her.  Steam and spray rose
up around them, making the shower stall cloudy, swampy, humid.



   His thrusting cock made sucking sounds as it shoved in and out of her
sex.  He rocked faster and faster, going "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" as his cock
thrust.



   He shoved deep then came inside her.



   She held him in her fleshy embrace, her pussy engulfing the coming cock,
the wetness of her flesh matched by the wetness spurting into her sex.



   Mark's lean hips worked convulsively.  He rose up to drive his cock
deeper, wringing the last drops of swollen ecstasy from his swollen cock
and balls.



   All in all, Ellen was well pleased.  Her son was her lover, and when she
had finished initiating and instructing him, he would know all there was to
know about pleasing a woman!



   She would see that he had lots of chances to practice his lessons, too.


   TO Be Continued