X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: Sleep-In For Daddy He felt the wondrous, perfumed softness of his mother's naked body against his own as her deft hands stripped away his robe, and a violent electric shock raced through him. Her hands were caressing his shoulders, his back, and her breath was sultry against his cheek. Jerry could feel the marvel of his mother's rich breasts against his skin, the miracle of her hard nipples boring into his trembling flesh. He was shaking, and couldn't stop, even when her deliciously shaped belly came sliding to his own, even when the damply torrid and curled silken hairs of her pubic mound touched his thigh. All of Jerry's erotic dreams had turned suddenly, unbelievably, into stark reality, and the shock of it held him motionless, turning his muscles weak and his flesh rigid--all except the traitor limpness of his prick. It hung like a rag, unable to rise, while the rest of his body quivered in delicious anticipation. His mother kissed him lightly and warmly upon the cheek, and then more hungrily upon the mouth, the feel of her mobile lips strange and thrilling, but not as much as the swift lancing of her hot, wet tongue penetrating his unresisting mouth. Her teeth clashed against his own, and Jerry's arms came up in reflex to wrap around Angela's slim, long body cushioned so excitingly to him. He was positioned between his mother's plush satin thighs, breathless between the veed loveliness of her slender legs, his limp, shaft pressed against the enchantment of her gorgeous, forbidden pussy, taboo no longer, here for him, touching him, ready for him. His prick began to lift slowly, and he dared to reach for the tempting globes of his mothers heavy tits. They came into his hands, the erectile nipples pink and throbbing against his palms, the rich mounds textured to his fingers, and Jerry squeezed them gently. She took her mouth from his to whisper, "Play with them, darling; push down the nipples and let them spring up again, handle my tits all you want. Kiss them and suck them, Jerry; they're yours again, just as they used to be when you were a little baby." Jerry kissed the creamy column of her throat, and slid his mouth questing down to the ripeness of a breast. Lips trembling, he kissed one of the compelling nipples, then licked questingly over its beguiling tip. Avidly then, he pulled the pink faucet into his mouth and sucked blissfully. Jerry could feel his shaft gorging, distending, reaching out to its full and eager length as the body of it thickened and the flanged head dilated. Long and round, it nudged along the smoothness of his mother's tremulous belly, and the stem of it pushed into the resilient mound of her dewy vulva. He was no longer scared, and even though he had watched the way his old man shoved the meat home into his mom's fantastic cunt, Jerry still wasn't all that sure how to go about it. Lifting his ass, he poked blindly at the pulsating, mound, and his cockhead slid through the thrilling fur of the pubic hair, then back up along the silken skin of his mom's belly. She was panting heavily now, her hips moving back and forth in a sensuous ticktocldng motion, which made it more difficult for him to fund the entrance to her cunt. Jerry flinched when he felt fingers wrap around the root of his stiff club, and realized dimly that his father had hold of him, that his old man was helping by guiding the cockhead into the eagerly pulsing and wonderfully juicy slit of his mother's pussy. He knew the kiss of her humid labia, the wondrous softness of those voluptuous cunt lips, and the tip of his knob was set into them. They were hot and slippery and elastic, a live and anxious little mouth surrounded by hair. Jerry's massive prick was gliding slowly up into the softest, hottest, most slippery sheath he had ever felt. It was deep and it was tight, and enriched by a sticky flowing of pungent oils. The fabulous sleeve of it pulled his cockhead ever deeper, clasping itself around the following shaft, massaging and caressing greasily. "Aahh!" Angela gasped. "Ooh, baby--Jerry, darling! Oh! Oh, it's so big and long and hard--I never felt a prick like this before. Oooh, honey; you're stretching me, stretching your mother's pussy wide. Ah! There it is--socked all the way home to the balls, and I can feel your glans pushing into my womb. Oh darling, baby--what a wonderful, big prick you're giving to me." Blissfully, Jerry ground his pelvis into his mom's padded crotch, knowing the snuggling of his balls into the uplifted crack of her opulently feathered ass. It was true, true! He really had his aching cock buried to the hilt inside the most beautiful, the most desirable pussy in the world. And his mom's cunt was even more than he had expected, more adorable and lascivious than he could ever have imagined. It gripped his prick like fondling, buttered fingers, sucked upon his cockhead like a thirsty mouth, and now she was grinding her pelvis into his, hunching up to him and lifting those supple, shapely legs to wrap them around his slender body. Her ass swung and heaved, and that boiling pussy churned around his moving prick. Jerry fed his shaft back and forth into the hotly clenching hole still dripping with the added lubrication of his father's recent ejaculation, and thrilled to the gripping of her legs, to the squirming of her beautiful body beneath his own. "Such--a--big--prick!" She gasped. "Oh, you're hitting bottom with every stroke, baby. Oohh--I can't stand it! You're too much, darling--you're making your mother come--come!! But don't stop--keep fucking me--oh, keep right on fucking me!" He felt her cunt seething around his pistoning shaft, sizzling juices flowing copiously as his mother seesawed her crotch and twisted her blazing pussy greedily upon his submerged cockhead. She locked her sleek legs around the small of his back and tried to pull him impossibly deeper into her vagina as she crested violently upon the tidal wave of a tremendous orgasm. Jerry obeyed her instructions, jamming his swollen club deeply and steadily into her adored snatch, shoving his gorged meat into the greasy socket of her fluctuating pussy, reveling in the strength and power of his prick. His mom loved his meat; she was coming on it, whipping her trim and lovely ass around in spasmed arcs, and he took hold of her thighs to spread them even wider, now slamming his shaft in and out with a fierce hunger he had carried for years, just waiting for this moment. Angela grunted and twisted, beating the mattress with her fists and arching her slim body to take every corkscrewing thrust into her inflamed cunt. "Oh--you horny little bastard! Oh, you adorable bull! You're fucking me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before. Aahh, darling--darling! C--coming! I'm coming again, and again--oohh!" He rolled his ass and held his cockhead into the voluptuous basket of his mother's vagina, feeling the swift onrush of the semen lifting from his convulsing balls. His knob flexed mightily, and a thick, hissing torrent of come roared out to splash into the slick pocket of his mother's pussy, bathing the walls with bubbling cream, flooding the entire trembling sheath. Jerry had done it; he had fucked his mother, and she had fucked him back. Chapter 2 He didn't want to ever take it out of her; his prick felt so wonderful, buried to the balls within the marvelous grasping of his mother's beloved pussy, locked tenderly into the greasy, hot depths of that previously forbidden cunt his father had fucked so often, this deliciously thrilling gash that other men had screwed, too. Now Jerry was one of them, and he vividly remembered his mom calling out in the throes of her passion that she had never been fucked so hard and so deep. The come inundating that precious vagina was mixed, his own bubbling juices blended with the thick jism of his dad, and luxuriously, Jerry wiggled his swollen cockhead into the syrupy puddle of creams. He moved his narrow chest back and forth across the luscious moundings of her magnificent breasts, feeling the stiffness of her yielding nipples. The pressure of her soaked and matted pelvis against his own crotch was stimulating, delightful, and he reveled in the wet texture of her cunt hair, the silken entrapment of her full, sleek thighs. Angela was one terrific piece of ass, everything he had ever dreamed, wildly passionate and sensuous beyond belief; she had ridden the impalement of his cock madly, trying to devour its length and thickness with the suctioning power of her cunt, trying to grind the meat off inside her by the wheeling of her crotch and the heaving of her madly gyrating ass. Jerry held his shaft inside her, kept his arms around his mothers slim waist, and marveled at the luck that had allowed him to stick her. Her fabulous snatch pulsed around his embedded prick and she whispered to him, "Oh darling--my own boy, my sweet kid. Who would ever have thought that you'd have such a wonderful, huge cock to thrill your mother with? And for your daddy to instigate this, to turn us on to screwing each other--that's wonderful, too. It's difficult for me to believe this is happening, that I really have my legs locked around my own son's body--but then I feel the size and the hardness of your magnificent prick inside my cunt, and I know it's true." "Mommy," he whispered back snuggling into the ivory column of her throat and smelling the musky perfume of her golden hair, knowing the compelling scent of her aroused sweat. "Mommy, I dreamed so long of doing it to you like this. You're the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the world." She wriggled beneath him, the mattress of her pelvic bone sliding, the walls of her soaked vagina caressing his submerged pole. "I'm glad you think so, Jerry, and I feel honored to have been the woman to take your cherry. Oh my--when I think of all the times you must have masturbated, all that gorgeous come you wasted by jacking off, when you could have been pumping the sweet stuff into me--I just feel terrible, because I should have known you were horny, should have sensed that you really needed to be fucked." Jerry shivered; just having his own lovely mother talking to him this way was almost enough to make him come again. "Ever-- ever since I was old enough to know what a hard-on was for, I needed to fuck you, mom. Nobody else would do, no young girls, nobody; I had to have you, because you're the best and most beautiful." With a deft, rolling twist of her svelte hips, Angela unseated his cock, plopping the stiff and chipping meat back out into the air. "Ooh! I hated to let it go, but you have to rest a little, and there are so many things your mommy wants to teach you, baby. And I want to take another good look at my darling's giant prick, just to be sure I'm not dreaming, that every hard inch of that spectacular thing is real." Awkwardly, Jerry rolled over onto his back, his heart thumping and hammering as his mother's golden, gleaming body came to its knees beside him, as his mother's slim, fluttering fingers moved in awe over the distended shaft of his gorged prick. Staring up at the way her full, rounded tits hung down, centered by those twin tips of pink perfection, he spread his thighs so that she could touch him wherever she wanted, and hoped that he wouldn't shoot off all over her hand and arm. That's how much the kiss of her hands turned him on, and he shuddered again, knowing the thunderous racing of blood throughout his entire, tensed body. "Wow," she breathed raptly, "I never even saw a prick like this one before. It's a glorious monster, Jerry--so long and thick that I wonder how I took it all; ummm--feel those veins all swollen, and the way the head of it spreads out so, all velvety and spongy, but with a hard core of steel inside it. And you're still leaking some semen, a drop or two of little-boy come." Her hands wandered up and down his club, and Jerry was proud of the meat, glad he could make her happy with it, shaking as she caressed the length and strayed her exploring fingertips over the knob. "No wonder you throw such a tremendous load of semen," she said then, delving between his thighs to play with his balls. "You have balls like a bull, or a stallion, maybe. You can flood any woman's pussy with all the juice these testicles can hold, baby. Oohh! If I had only known, if I'd had the slightest idea that my own kid was carrying all this meat between his legs, I'd have come into your bedroom some dark night and raped you. And if your daddy was hung like you are, I'd screw him to death." Jerry swallowed. "I--I didn't know I had a big cock. I just thought that daddy's was small." "Oh no," his mother said, stroking his flexing rod. "Your father's prick is a little bigger than average, I'd say. Of course, size alone doesn't mean all that much. A man can turn on a woman with just a stub, if he uses it properly. But a young stud like you, with so much fantastic cock staying hard so long-- once you really get into screwing, youll have to beat off the girls." "I don't want any other girls," he insisted. "Only you, mom. Nobody else could ever thrill me the way you do." "That's nice to hear," she said softly, and played with his cock, "but you'll soon be wanting to slide this lovely meat into some different cunts, darling. I'll always be available to you now, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of fucking other women. Sometimes just the variety of screwing makes it better. That's what your daddy and I agreed upon, soon after we were married, that if we wanted to fuck someone else, it was okay, and it's worked out great for us both. Look what it's meant to us today-- to you and me." "D--don't tickle me so much," Jerry pleaded. "I might go off in your hand." His mother straightened up. "We wouldn't want that to happen, would we? There's much better places for your semen to go, baby. Oh my; we may stay in this bed all day. Jerry my dear- -do you want your mommy to teach you everything, all she knows about sex?" "Please." he said. "Please, mom--I want to make you as happy as I can, any way I can, but you'll have to show me how. I mean, I just don't know anything. I couldn't even get the head of my cock into your juicy pussy at first; daddy had to help me guide it in." "Wasn't that nice of him?" she said, still gazing down at his throbbing prick. "I'm really sorry he couldn't stay around to see his son put the cock to his wife, but your father will be back in a week or so. Then we can really ball, the three of us together. But I'm talking too much, when I can see your sweet young cock tremblin so eagerly. All right, baby--let's see if I can take all that gorgeous meat up my pussy, if I climb on top of you. Mommy wants to demonstrate all the positions to you, Jerry--show you how many ways there are to fuck. They're fun to go through, even if you happen to like one way better than another. Just remember this, baby: nothing is wrong, if both of us want to do it. That's the basis of all truly sensual fucking." "All right, mom," he whispered, as she put one silken knee upon each side of his body and poised the damply glistening wonder of her golden crotch above him. She looked so damned lovely that way, with her breasts sticking out and her smooth belly rolling; he could see the inflamed pink lips of her pussy shining. "Let me do it all, at first," she said down to him. "Your cock is so big, it might hurt, if you just slam it home." He shook like a leaf in a hurricane when his mother took his prick in her hand and held it aimed up at the compelling entrance to her snatch, lowering her body slowly and carefully until the blond hairs touched the blunt end of his cockhead. He could swear that there was steam coming out of her cunt as she squirmed to settle the point of his glans into her labia, and thought again that nothing else could be so wondrously soft, so gloriously elastic. His mother's pussy; his mother's pussy--coming down upon the wildly excited bulb of his hard shaft, pressing down and down until he could feel the magic cunt lips spreading, until he knew again the slick, thrilling heat of her vagina encompassing his knob. "Ummm," she murmured, and rolled her sculptured ass to force the flanged glans up into the depths of her glowing body. "Oh yes, I can take my boy's big meat--I'll take every inch of it, even if it rips me wide open. Oh! Oh, darling, my baby--oh, my horny, stud-cocked son--if's going in my pussy, sliding up and up as if it's never going to stop. Uhh! I can feel it against my cervix, feel your beautiful prick stretching my vagina and pressing hard into my clit. Oohh--I can almost come right now!" Somehow, his hands were cupping the marvel of her ass cheeks, and as she bent forward, Jerry reached hungrily up to pull one of her hardened pink nipples into her mouth, to suck avidly upon its magic sweetness as his shaft was buried full length into the matchless intimacy of her juicy, hot snatch. "I'm so full," his mother panted, "so packed with your meat, you sweet boy. Oh--every wiggle rubs my clit and drives me crazy! Oh--umm--uhh! Baby, baby--so much cock at one time, so much beautiful hard prick inside my cunt--oh darling, darling!" Her silken ass was grinding in his hands, and her pelvis was humping and thrusting into his own, so Jerry simply hung on, sucking greedily at her tit and luxuriating in the slippery movements, the gulping sensations made by his mom's avid pussy. The walls of it contracted upon his prick, and the juices flowed bubbling hot; he found himself poking up at her vagina a little, found that his own ass was moving from side to side as the ballooned head of his cock eased around inside the exquisite gripping of that enchanted cunt. She was sweet and she was wiggling, and every frantic motion of that adored body sent sharp thrills bombing through Jerry. Digging his fingers into the resilient cheeks of her surging ass, he hung on and tried to draw the whole globe of her satin breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across the trembling nipple. Oh, it was good, good, and when his mother pumped vigorously, when she strained her crotch against his, he knew that she was coming again. It must have been a mighty, gut- tearing orgasm, because after she shuddered to completion, Angela sagged, her body sliding off him and over to one side. Jerry clung to her suddenly quiet body, his cockhead throbbing deep within her wet cavity. Sliding one hand down from buttock to thigh, he lifted the long, supple leg across his body and continued to stroke up into her. Her eyelids fluttered, and Angela opened her dazed eyes to stare into his own. Her full lips were soft and slack, but there was a new and vital life stirring within her greasy cunt, a new shivering that pulled at his thrusting pole with renewed vigor and urgent need. "Oohh! Oh, baby--you're still fucking me, still feeding that massive club up into your mommy's pussy--and I love it, love it! Fuck me, darling--Jerry, my own sweet, horny son--fuck me until I pass out." Jerry laid the meat to her, sliding it back and forth within the soapy glove of her eager cunt, delighted that he hadn't come as quickly as she had, very pleased that he was able to make her hit one foaming climax after another. He felt strong, powerful, and he adored the heaving of her flexible box as it worked around his driving cock. He had a lot of screwing to catch up on, years and years of fucking this fabulous snatch the way his daddy had, the way her other lovers had gotten into her. Now this passionate gash was his, too--and he could jam it and prod it and make it shake all over his prick. "C--coming!" she gasped. "Oh Jerry, I'm coming again--AHHH" This time, when her beautiful snatch shuddered and pulled at his embedded cockhead, Jerry plunged the shaft to his balls and drew her pussy over it like a glove. Jerking, his testicles leaped upward and he could feel the compressed liquid within them hissing up along his cock to burst joyously out of the vibrating glans. A boiling spurt of semen exploded against her womb, and the stuff poured out in jets of thick, rich liquid to bathe her vagina with creamed honey. Jerry felt as if his prick was a rocket, as if his come was bursting stars, and he panted as the juice continued to flow. He was pumping his semen into his mom's trembling pussy, flooding it with his male fluids, drowning its silken walls with his come, and she loved every drop, adored each squirting globule. Jerry closed his eyes in utter bliss, riding the waves of slowly subsiding passion, his cock buried to the thick hilt within the world's most perfect pussy. His balls drained themselves and began to shrink, but his prick seemed hard as ever, hungry as ever for the caresses of his mother's hypnotically beguiling snatch. He was floating, drifting in a warm and sticky nirvana, the most blessed of all horny boys, loved and in love as never before. Damply, she said against his cheek, "Sweetheart, that was wonderful. I just came and came; one solid fucking from you is as good as balling a dozen other guys. I never popped so many times in a row, and I'm so weak that I don't think I can even get off this bed. But who wants to? Not me; I want to have and to hold your fantastic cock hour after hour. Oh wow; I thought I was a pretty hot chick before, but now--you're turning your mother into a nymphomaniac, do you know that? But don't stop, baby; dont ever stop. You're the best lover a woman could ever have." Kissing her cheek, her closed eyelids, he ground his cockhead sloshing around inside her vagina where all the semen was packed. "Never, mom; I want to keep on screwing you, too." Sighing against him, Angela went limp, and Jerry stopped pumping his meat into her; he simply caressed the ass he had been mesmerized by for so long, and was content to fondle the pair of elegant tits that had entranced him for years. She'd said he was a great lover, a fine screwer, and that made him proud. He could turn her on as much as she did him; he could make his mother wiggle and moan and come like his daddy did, and now there was nothing to stand between them. She was his to fuck, to kiss, to caress any way he wanted. He could see her pussy and hold her ass and rub his chest into her nipples. It was all there for him, every adorable, beautiful inch of her gleaming, golden body. No longer did he have to lie in the dark and listen to this bed squeaking as his dad poured the cock to her; no longer did he have to jack off, to relieve the tensions that built up so fast and so powerfully that they got out of control. Wasting his come like that was a shame, his mom said; she had hot, loving places to squirt it into, and she was willing to teach him everything she had learned about screwing. That must be a lot, he thought, letting his prick melt within her drenched snatch; she had fucked other guys besides his dad, and different men must have balled her in different ways. But he was happy with what had been accomplished so far--crawling on top of that twisting body and putting it between her polished thighs; having her ride him on top and roll her ass down against his balls. If there was still more to come, he'd be delighted to find out what it was. Jerry clung to his mother's naked body and smiled. Chapter 3 It was some time later when Angela gently disengaged herself from him, and Jerry felt the soft sliding out of his prick as it left the hairy wet basket of his mother's buttery cunt. She kissed him lightly upon the face, upon the mouth, and gave him another lingering taste of her honeyed tongue, stroking his supine body as she did so. "I know we both want to just keep screwing," she said, her deep blue eyes languorous upon his own, her mouth softened and lushly red, "but we have all the time we need for it, baby. And we're going to take it. Nobody can bother us here, but I'll lock all the doors, to make sure. Then we can have something to eat, and take a bath so we can be fresh for each other again. And then we'll fuck until we simply can't. How's that strike you, Jerry?" Sleepily, he answered, "Great. Mom, oh mom--there's no way I can ever thank you, for loving me like this, really loving me." She leaned over and ran her fingers across the drooping length of his drained cock and said, "I'm just as grateful to you, darling--especially for this magnificent young prick. You've given me by far the best fucking I've ever known, and I'm very anxious for more of the same." Hesitating then, her hand playing gently with his bent shaft, his mother went on seriously, "But dear--I want you to get something straight right now. You are the most fantastic screw I've had, and you'll get even better with time and training. But there's to be no jealousy of your father, understand? I love him, too; I love fucking him, too--and he realizes that I have a need to take on other men, sometimes. I accept the fact that he enjoys putting the prick to other women, and I think our marriage has been made a lot stronger by that kind of open understanding. Jerry, I'm a lot of woman--and I can handle more than one man at a time; I have pussy enough for all of you. So, no way do you try to make this private and jealous and you only, right?" He nodded. "I understand, mom. I'm just beginning to know how lucky I am, being able to screw my own beautiful mom. I-- well, I guess I was jealous of dad, getting into that wonderful cunt, when I couldn't. But now that you've fucked me, and especially since he set it up for us, I can't be jealous of him anymore. Something you said before--about when he came home and the three of us balling together--I've been thinking about that, and it really turns me on." She kissed him again, working her agile tongue around the inside of his mouth, tasting of hot, sugared spices and pure excitement. "That's the way, darling," she murmured against his lips. "Now I'll bathe, and while you're having a shower, I'll fix us a snack to keep up our strength. And after that--well, we're going to have a lot more fun." Jerry lay awhile on the bed, that bed he had so often heard squeaking while his father poured the cock to his mother's writhing, passionate body. He could smell her aromatic sweat and the scent of her perfumed cunt oils, breathe in the musky perfume she used, and he ran his hands over the wrinkled sheets, feeling her warmth left there. Had she screwed other guys in this same bed? No doubt, he mused, and that was okay, because she had enough hot and wiggly pussy for all. He fondled his cock, feeling the dried slickness upon it, knowing that it had fired two spitting loads of bubbling come far up into his mother's surging cunt. When she had walked away from the bed, heading for the bathroom with that fine sleek ass swinging from side to side and jiggling enticingly, he had caught just a glimpse of that lushly haired pussy of pure gold, and seen a creamy froth caught in the wealth of pubic hairs--the foamy residue of his semen, and possibly some of it left over from when his dad had fucked her. Listening to the splashing of water in the bath, he pictured that lovely warm body all soapy and slippery, and trembled at the image. Maybe she would let him bathe her; he'd like that very much. But she hadn't said anything about it yet, and Jerry didn't want to do or say anything that might threaten what he already had. Oh wow, he thought--it was really, really true! He had gotten to ram his meat into his mother's superb pussy, feeling the head of it socked home as she twisted upon it; he'd known the feel of his balls in the hairy crack of her heaving ass and gotten to suck her tits. All the dreams were coming true, and the reality of it left him a little stunned. Like his dad leading him over to the bed where she lay naked and freshly fucked, with steam rising from her golden snatch; like his dad's fingers wrapping around his iron-hard pole and guiding the swollen knob to the right place in her juicy slit. It didn't seem real, but it was." Jerry owed his father for that; if Mack hadn't pushed him into it, he would have never gotten to fuck the best, the hottest and most juicy cunt in the world. Take care of your mom, his dad said; keep her busy and satisfied with that big cock, so she won't be screwing more husbands in the neighborhood and getting her name in the paper again. He would do just that, Jerry promised silently. She came glowing from the bathroom, and he caught his breath at the way she looked, all scrubbed and naked as she was. His mom's fine breasts stood full and high,, with the ripe pink nipples centered in their globes; her belly was almost flat, dipping with just the right curve down to that intriguing forest of curly cunt hair like burnished metal. There was a towel wrapped turbanlike around her head, and when she saw him staring at her pussy, Angela smiled. "After," she promised. "You can do it all to me, baby, and I'll show you how. Suppose you take your shower now? And don't get so excited that you jack off; remember what I said about wasting any of that precious juice. You can pump it all into your mother." Hurrying through his shower, Jerry found that his cock was lifting, and caressed it gently with soapy fingers. Just seeing his mom naked would always make him raise a hard, he thought, and it got harder when she talked to him like that, using all the good words and speaking to him as an equal, as a hot-assed woman to her horny lover. She was and he was, and he dried quickly, draping the towel around his hips as he trotted to the kitchen. Surprisingly, he discovered that he was ravenous, and gulped down the steak sandwich and salad, chasing them with two glasses of cold milk. It was strange but very sexy, sitting at the table with his mom nude across from him, seeing her tits right out in the open, instead of just their outlines beneath a robe. Jerry's cock lifted the towel from his lap as he watched the beguiling melons dip and sway with her movements, as he stared into the slicky shaven pit of her arms when she lifted them. He wondered what it would feel like, to slip his cockhead under her arm, and quivered when he realized he could do it, that he could do anything he wanted to this compellingly beautiful and sensuous woman across the table. Finishing his milk, he said, "I'm glad you're not one of those dumpy, straggly haired moms like so many of the other kids have. I'm glad you're so lovely and sexy." "Me, too," Angela said, "if for no other reason than to turn on my son like this. I can see your cockhead rising, dear. Sure you've had enough to eat?" "Oh yeah," he said quickly. "Want me to do the dishes?" "I'll put them in the washer," she answered. "I'm just as anxious to get to it as you are, Jerry. Just looking at that massive prick again--it does things to me inside, turns my pussy all wet and throbbing and makes my tits hard. Such a satiny knob, and so damned big, so very strong. Every woman worth the name is envious of me right now, because that lovely young cock is mine." Knees shaking, Jerry got up from the table, and, she took him by the prick, holding lovingly to it, using it like a steering handle to guide him back to that magic bedroom. "Hard as a rock," she whispered, "but covered with silk; a wonderful, fabulous prick, my darling. And I'm going to do something different to it now." Jerry let her stretch him upon the bed, giving up completely his own control of his body as she spread his legs wide and kneeled beside him. His shaft pulsed strongly, standing erect as a flagpole, but his mother bent it flat between their bellies as she climbed between his legs and lay upon him. Was she going to cram his prick up into the slippery oven of her cunt and ride it again? Jerry didn't know, but anything she had in mind was just great with him. Kissing him all over his face and reaching into his ear with the tip of her tongue so that his asshole drew up tight and goosebumps broke out all over his taut body, Angela finally brought her mouth to his. This time, Jerry met the hungry thrusting of her wet tongue with an avid reaching of his own. Their teeth clashed, and he probed around inside his mom's panting mouth. Lost in the kiss, it seemed to him that she broke it too soon. Then he gasped as she began to lick at his throat, to nip lightly, along his collarbone, worrying the skin between her white, sharp teeth. His hips rolled from side to side as his mother's mouth trailed down to one of his nipples, and he knew the jolt of a woman sucking there, biting there while her deft hands roamed his body, up and down and across, cupping and fondling. She was at his rib cage next, licking hotly and making him flinch, and her fingers were playing between his thighs, tickling into his filled balls and up along the distended shaft of his aching cock. When his mom lapped over his belly, Jerry dug his fingers into the sheet and arched his back, reacting only by instinct, knowing only that she was thrilling the hell out of him, and as her tongue bored into his navel, he shuddered from head to toe. Dried now and freed from the turban, her glittering hair draped softly over his hips and thighs, a silken tent of wondrous softness and texture. Angela's sharp fingernails were tracing hot lines over his hipbones and down around the cheeks of his tensed ass, and he gulped sharply for air as she nuzzled down into his crotch, her breath warm and tingling there, the brushing of her lips a tantalizing caress of impossible tenderness. He jerked when his mother drew one of his balls into her lips, to pull it into her mouth gently where she ran her tongue over the hairy and wrinkled sack. Sucking his testicle, she toyed with the base of his vibrating shaft, then changed over to pay homage to the other nut. Angela nibbled along the stem of his cock, laving it with her tongue, chewing lightly upon the hard meat, moving up and down the pulsating length of his pole until Jerry thought he would go crazy. He felt her breath stirring over the ballooned head of his prick, and heard her murmur, "I'm going to eat you now, darling. Your mommy is going to pull that big, beautiful glans into her mouth where she can lick it and chew it and suck on it until you come." Gasping, Jerry said, "B--but, mother! You--I mean, come in your mouth?" "Of course, baby," she purred, "I love the taste of semen, and I know yours is going to be super delicious. Don't fret, darling--just let it squirt down my throat." With that, she raked her wet tongue over his cockhead, and Jerry squirmed wildly, then stiffened out when his mother drove the tip of it down into his slot. Then she took the entire knob into the softness of her lips, sliding the throbbing bulb over the roor of her mouth and along her tongue. Back it went, and back, until Jerry felt the tip of his cockhead touch the velvet cup of her throat. His hands clenched the sheet, and his hips lifted in blind, erotic response. He had never known such stimulation, never before experienced such a wild, wet thrill as the feel of his mom's mouth building up suction upon his prick, the stroking of her mobile and experienced tongue. Head spinning, his chest rising and falling as he panted, Jerry realized that she was eating his cock, that his own beautiful mother was chewing tenderly upon his shaft and licking the head teasingly. His heart pounded and his hands groped for the rich cascade of her golden hair, his upper body lifting of its own accord. Her inner cheeks dipped in and out as Angela started bobbing her head up and down, making a sensual rhythm that was very much like that of fucking, but somehow very different. Screwing her in the mouth, he thought madly: he was fucking his mom in the face, and his belly took up the beat, rolling and grinding as he fed her the stiff meat she enjoyed so much. Angela moaned around his surging cockhead, her flngers stirring his balls, her head working up and down. She loved the flavor of come, she'd told him, and she was anticipating the taste of his. It was building in his balls, and he held her hair in both hands as he thrust back and forth into the adoring suction of her mouth, into the slick hotness, the foamy pressure. "MM--mom!" he hissed. "Oh mother darling--I'm about to come. Oohh! You're eating me alive, and it's so freaky, so wild--ahh! Here comes my semen, mom--I'm going to let it go right in your mouth!" She groaned some kind of answer as he shuddered and forced his cockhead against the goblet of her silken throat. The glans swelled even bigger, and flexed as it streamed a thick rivulet of hot semen into her mouth. Avidly, she pulled upon it, gulping and swallowing as the rich young juice hosed into her throat, as it bathed her tongue and covered her teeth and filled her cheeks with the vital cream. Jerry kept pumping the syrup of his balls into her siphoning mouth, spurting the sticky milk that she drained as fast as it came forth, and he twisted her head back and forth in his hands, gasping and see-sawing his crotch against her chin. "Oh! Oh, you beautiful bitch, you adorable cocksucker--ahh, mom, mom! You're sucking my prick dry, pulling my come right down into your tummy. Oohh, it's so crazy, so terrific!" His mother continued to gobble his meat, even when he sagged back and let go her hair to lie flat upon the bed. He brought his knees up so that he could clamp her head between his thighs, and she kept right on sucking, sucking. Jerry was in another world, a dream universe where the wildest fantasies came true. He had been so wrapped up in imagining what it would be like to sink his virgin prick into his mother's forbidden pussy, that he had never even created an image inside his head about her eating it. But she had, and now he felt as if his very backbone had been melted so that it could run out of the head of his cock. He was weak all over, and still she licked at his knob, still she caressed his balls and his crotch. What a hell of a woman, he thought dazedly. Every night that his dad was in off the road, she fucked him silly, and no doubt she ate her husband's prick--the way she had just eaten her son's. She sent him to movies in the afternoons so she could get other guys between those long, supple thighs and screw them good. And she had been more than willing to fuck her boy, once she got a good look at his inexperienced cock. No other woman could be anywhere near as passionate, he decided, and told himself again how lucky he was to have such a hot-cunted mother, how lucky his father was, to have a wife like her. Jerry hoped that when he grew up and got married, he could find a woman like his mom; he would never be satisfied with anything less. But for right now, for weeks and months and good, hot years to come, he had everything he could ever want or need, right here in this bed. When his father came back, they could do things to her between them, maybe one of them pouring the prick to that juicy pussy while the other guy fed her meat in the mouth; they could change over, taking turns between her throat and her golden snatch. Jerry thought he was going to like that. Chapter 4 She had snuggled up to him, her long, slender body more extended than his own, yet Jerry didn't feel small anymore; he had the length of his prick to make up for any differences in size. Besides, he loved every inch of that lush and lovely body, its slender yet shapely legs, the high, firm tits, and most of all, his mother's impossibly beautiful pussy, so rich and deep and clinging. That treasure was precious as the curls of golden hair that shielded it, softer than eiderdown, slippery as come itself, and Jerry adored it. He murmured into the muskiness of her perfumed hair, "I might have thought that was dirty, before. Going off into your mouth like that. But now I don't; it made me feel like I was loved more than--ever, better than ever, because you wanted me to squirt it down your throat." She rubbed the erect nipples of her fine breasts into his hairless chest and slid the dewy mound of her elegant cunt along one of Jerry's thighs. "I wanted to drink your semen," she said. "Now it's in my stomach, where it will be digested and pass into my bloodstream. That way, a vital part of you will always be a part of me." Sticky against her belly, his cockhead throbbed in response; it was a beautiful, sensuous thing for her to say, and it thrilled Jerry to think of it like that. His mother went on, her voice throaty, as if it had been oiled. "The first time I did that to your father, I thought he was going to climb the wall. It was right after we were married, and of course, you weren't here yet. I might have already been pregnant with you, though; the pill wasn't around, and we never bothered with rubbers or anything like that. Your dad and I were only interested in fucking as often and as long as we could. I guess that's when he realized I wasn't the shy girl bride, because I had to learn how to eat cock from someone. So after I drained his balls that flrst time, I admitted that I had been fucking since I was thirteen years old, but only with one man. Man, not another kid, because the guy who took my cherry was my uncle. He was about forty then, and a real horny lover. Uncle Harry taught it all to me, just as I'm showing you now, darling. I loved every minute of those instructions, and my father never knew just why I was so close to his brother, or why I cried so much when he moved away." Jerry cupped his mother's tits, fingering the stiff nipples and trying to picture her as a young girl, but the image wouldn't quite come through. He said, "So your uncle showed you how to suck him off, and all that. Wasn't dad jealous, when you told him?" She stroked her flngernails teasingly down over the cheeks of his ass and said, "No; maybe he was a little shaken up, but we were a really good sexual match, and after we talked it over, we agreed to allow each other to have whatever outside screwing we felt we needed. It's worked out wonderfully, and now--it's better than ever before, because here we are, mother and son, lovers; and we don't have to try and hide the fact from your father." Jerry's prick hadn't sagged a bit; it was still hard and pulsing, and he was happy it stayed that way, so his darling mother could have all she wanted. And he had another idea: if his mom could go down on him, if she could suck him off and swallow his juice, wasn't there some way for him to do as much for her, give her the same kind of wildly exciting thrill she had made for him? He wanted to; he wanted to make her wiggle and twist and hump it up at him. He had tasted the sweet flavors of her tits, sucked on them happily, and now he needed to know all the rich flavors of her entire body, from one end to the other. "Mom," he said into the base of her ivory throat, "I'm going to do it to you now, but I don't know how. You'll have to tell me when I'm doing something wrong." She patted his ass. "You won't have any major trouble, baby; not a sexy young stud like you. But your mother will guide you. Take your time, darling--go over me little by little, sort of the way I did to you, doing whatever you want to with your mouth and lips and tongue. And remember, Jerry, that a woman always likes to be caressed, to be stroked and fondled." Jerry nibbled into the dusky valley between his mother's uptilted breasts, tasting the exotic flavorings of her silken skin, licking there as he breathed in his mother's warm scent. Cupping one lush tit, he went to work on the other one, running his tongue all the way around the ripe globe before centering attention upon the quivering little faucet where he had fed as a baby. Sucking blissfully there for a while, he massaged the other breast with his right hand, while his left hand strayed up and down the graceful length of her hip and thigh. Then he opened his mouth wide and tried to pull his mom's entire tit into his distended lips. He could feel the pulsing of her body beneath his own, the subtle tremblings and gentle, anticipatory squirmings, and the bulging staff of his swollen prick rubbed into the humid thatch of her mound. Jerry took his time; there was no need to hurry, no over anxious urgency driving him to get rid of the load of semen in his balls. She was here for him, spread for him, ready for anything he wanted from her, and what he wanted most right now was to make her moan in ecstasy. Switching to the other breast, Jerry loved it with his mouth and tongue, knowing a sensation of being a baby, a flashback to the time when he was an infant and drawing life-giving milk from this nipple. He wished she still had milk to give him, and his hands slid teasingly over her hips, her rib cage, the slightly arched planing of her white belly. "You used to bite my tit," she breathed huskily. "Sometimes I had to pry your mouth loose from the nipple, because you made it so sore. Back then, I never had the faintest idea that my lovely son would be sucking my breast as a young-man, never even dreamed that you would be pressing such a huge, beautiful prick against my tummy." Jerry moved slowly away from the plush melons, licking down her rib cage, and over to one side. Acting upon an impulse, he nibbled up to her lifted arm and darted his tongue into the shaven armpit, lapping it around while his mother wriggled and gasped at the erotic shock. Somehow, his hand had found and cupped the mound of her torrid pussy, and she surged the vulva against his palm. He was shaking now, his cockhead swollen and eager, but Jerry reminded himself of his primary objective, turning his mom on and gratifying her with his mouth. Besides, he was very excited at the idea of getting his mouth down there into the gorgeous brush between her sinuous thighs, placing his lips and tongue where his prick had been. His father had already been there, he was certain, and maybe some of the other guys his mom had been swinging with. At her flexing belly, he bathed the tender flesh with his tongue, and found the dimple of her navel. Corkscrewing his tongue into the shallow valley, he tickled her there while her hips rocked hungrily, and she began to arch her back so that the golden treasure of her steamy cunt lifted to him. Jerry licked slowly around the edges of her pubic thatch, learning the sensation of those soft and delicate hairs against his tongue and discovering the rich scents of his mother's pussy. He was drooling when at last he buried his face into that inviting mattress, and she lifted her knees, bent them as her polished thighs spread wide to give him room. Her ass cheeks were warm and firm in his hands, rolling in his palms as Jerry nuzzled into the thick hairing of her mound, as his probing tongue found the slick, hot sweetness of her labia. His mom's pussy lips were delicious, and Jerry lapped at them like a puppy at a water dish on a hot summer day, making thirsty, slurping noises. Tasting of honey, of a thrilling and exotic musk, the very essence of woman, her pussy rolled and quivered against his lips. With a heartfelt sigh, Jerry opened his mouth wide and thrust his exploring tongue between the slippery lips, plunged it deeply into the satin depths of her vagina, reaching as far up the wet hole as he could, and her labia ground against his teeth. "Oh darling," she gasped, "that's it! That's just the way to go about it, baby--move your tongue in and out, as if it was a little prick; feel all around inside your mommy's cunt with it. Ahh--ahh yes, Jerry; curl it when you bring it up, wiggle it--" Holding to the cheeks of her sleek and twisting ass, he did as she commanded, enjoying the flavor of her vibrant snatch, sucking in the flow of her love oils. Then he was at it without instructions, burrowing his mouth deeply, then sucking furiously at her pussy lips until he had pulled them inside out into his mouth, opening up his mother's fantastic cunt like an orange. She pumped her crotch into his face, and her ass began to whip from side to side as her belly made eager waves. He felt the exciting pressure of her smooth thighs against his head, felt the wrapping of her legs as she drew them around his shoulders and down his back. Angela ground her cunt into his mouth, thrust the sweet fury of it against his teeth, bucking and heaving. "M--my clit!" she panted. "Baby boy--darling--reach your tongue up higher--higher--feel around with it until you can flnd a bump--there; there! Oohh, darling--oh, you marvelous little cunt eater--suck on it, tickle my clitoris with your tongue--eat your mother's cunt, you horny little pussy hound--eat me!" He devoured her, chewing at her cunt lips and ramming his tongue against the leaping little nubbin that was the center of her passions. He plumbed the depths of her fluctuating snatch and sucked on her; his mother's thighs clamped his head harder, and Jerry felt her roll her upper body toward him, felt her flngers digging into his hair as she tried to shove his entire head up into her inflamed pussy. Clinging to the writhing cheeks of her maddened ass, he ate blissfully, sucked happily, plunging his tongue in and out and circling it around. She thrust strongly against him, smearing her hot juices over his cheeks and chin, straining her groin against his nose, and his mom's entire body went taut as a bow-string. "I'm coming," she grated. "Oh baby, you're eating your mother's pussy and making her come--COME!" Her juices were sugared, delightful, and Jerry drank them down, swallowing eagerly as his mom pumped her cunt into his mouth, as her heels pounded a tattoo against his lower back. He almost came with her, damned near gushed semen onto the bed, because it was so good, so thrilling to be able to bring her such rapture, to make her gasp and squirm in the throes of a tremendous orgasm. Maybe it was even better for her because he was her son, Jerry thought, because he had crawled out of the very snatch he was sucking upon now. He knew that no other woman's pussy could ever be as sweet for him, that this very special, very precious cunt was the ultimate in sexual gratification for him, even though he had never tried another one. Angela fell back upon the bed, her thighs going loose and trembling as the tidal wave of her climax subsided. Jerry kept licking at her pussy, not driving so deeply now, but just tickling the succulent lips and reveling in their buttery wetness. His cock swelled harder, a fresh supply of jism building powerfully within his replenished balls, and at last he lifted his dripping face to stare closely at the feverish labia, at the hairy slot now gaping slightly open in its relaxed hotness. Remembering what she had done to him, he kissed a slow and tantalizing path back up her belly, but this time, he didn't pause at her tits, going directly to her mouth instead. Driving his greasy tongue between her lips, he fed his mom the tastes of her own pussy lubricants, and she sucked greedily at them. But when Jerry began to probe for her hairy gash with the puffy head of his aching cock, Angela pulled away. "A different style for both of us this time, baby," she promised, "one I think you're going to like very much. I'll have to ask you to be gentle, though; the size of that cock might be difficult for me to take, but we'll see how it works out." Pushing gently at his chest, she urged him off her long, slender body, and he sat up on his folded knees, wondering what else she could possibly have in store for him. He watched her turn over, saw her lifting herself to her hands and knees as she presented the cunningly shaped mounds of her burnished ass to him. "Not the asshole," she murmured, looking back under one arm at him. "I could never take your gigantic prick there without being split. But you can work your cockhead up into my pussy from behind." Jerry stared at the intriguing picture, her veed thighs and the appetizing hillocks of her sleek ass, the golden bush of her snatch looking different when viewed from that angle, but no less exciting. He crawled to her, reaching out with trembling hands to stroke her ass, to run his fingers down the outside of her smooth thighs and up along the inner shapings. Her cunt hair felt damp and hot against his knuckles. Taking his stiff rod in one hand, he bent the flanged knob down and guided it up into the welcoming moss of her pubic hair, nudged the blunt and oily tip into the slick oven door of her labia. Gently, his mother had warned him, and Jerry figured it was because the angle of entrance would be different. Caressing the twin cheeks of her ass, his balls swinging heavy in their sack, he pressed his cockhead upward and felt the marvelous elasticity of her cunt lips as they parted for the swollen bud. As Jerry inched his glans up into his mom's rich pussy, the juice of that wondrous slot was still damp upon his cheeks and chin, but there was plenty more of the fragrant oil left inside, and his iron-hard shaft eased slowly up into the velvet grasping. It was groovy to look down and actually watch his prick slide into his mother's exquisite cunt, to see those furry lips taking the meat between them, and Jerry stared until he could see the stem of his powerful club against the crack of his mother's ass. "It's in all the way," she gasped. "Oh lord--how your cock fills me up, darling. Fuck me easy, baby--but fuck me." He backed his cock out, all the way back to the ridge around the head, and held it barely within the squeeze of his mom's juicy cunt as she rolled her ass carefully; then Jerry stroked it back into the narrow sleeve, packing that lascivious, vagina with his meat and feeling the bulb reaching to the spongy bed of her womb. Angela rocked tenderly upon his cautious thrusts, working her tight pussy around his pole and humping backward. Her back was a long, graceful line, and her cascade of hair hung down to splash upon the sheet below. As he fucked her, Jerry thought he just might wrap all that soft, silken hair around his big cock sometime, and fuck it, too, so he could come into its scented folds. He'd bet his dad hadn't done anything like that. "But now she was making feverish spirals around his sliding rod, and his balls were swinging freely between her thighs. Jerry leaned forward slowly, working his ass in long, tender strokes; his chest came down against his mom's shoulder blades, and his belly was on her lower back. Oh, it felt good; it felt wonderful to be putting it to her like this, as if she was a bitch in heat and he was the big male dog with a cock hard as a baseball bat. It would be heaven if he could get stuck to her, the way dogs got glued together. Reaching one hand down and around, he caught a pendulous breast and cupped it as he continued to piston his shaft in and out of the liquid depths of her tremulous snatch. His other hand fumbled down her belly until the fingers came into her cunt hair, and Jerry shook violently as he felt the stretched lips of her cunt as well as the greasy, moving staff of his own cock. The clit, he remembered, and fingered to discover it nestled in its ultra-soft hooding of succulent flesh. His mother quivered as he diddled it while continuing to stroke the length of his massive prick into her steaming vagina, and he shuddered with her as he used other fingertips to tickle the underside of his slippery rod. "You're driving me wild!" Angela hissed. "Oh--ahh, baby, I can't stand it! Give it to me, darling--ram your big, hard cock into your mommy's hungry pussy--ahh--ah! It's so long and thick, and my clit is going crazy--oohh!" Her ass churned up against his crotch, and Jerry rolled his cock around inside the narrow sleeve of her pulsating hole, squeezing one tit and fingering her clit as his mother's body arched. She seemed to be trying to lift them both off the bed. He felt her come, felt the violent contractions of her cunt walls as they locked around his ballooned cockhead buried so deeply within them. She jerked and winced, moaning between clenched teeth as she crested furiously, and Jerry fed her some more prick, slid it in and out, grinding it and driving it home to the hilt in that flowing hot nest without a thought of gentleness. Angela slowly buckled beneath him, slowly gave way to the strength of his driving thrusts, and Jerry found himself lying on top of her as her tits were mashed flat against the bed. Using both hands, he forced her thighs open still wider, and sledged his stiff prick into her limp hole again and again, listening to the sloshing noises it made there. She was so helpless beneath him, turned completely passive and drained of any immediate response, much less any resistance. Holding his knob flrmly against her cervix, Jerry felt like a conqueror, like some jungle giant raping a maiden, a victorious warrior fucking a woman he had dragged by the hair out of her flaming home. Lifting one knee and then the other, he pushed her thighs together, straddling her legs and making her pussy even tighter around the submerged length of his prick. As he stared down at the luscious mounds closed there, it seemed as if he had his cock driven right up her ass. Jerry lay down on her again, barely able to move his prick back and forth in the snug clenching of her closed vagina. But it was something special, feeling her ass against his crotch, feeling his balls rubbing the backs of her satin thighs. Angela began to move beneath him, her breath gusting from her lungs with every slow penetrating stroke he took, but she was coming alive once more, being lifted from her laxness to strive for yet another orgasm upon her son's mighty club. His mom's ass went ticktock, ticktock, and Jerry kept sliding to it. Her cunt was juicy and very tight in this position, and he reveled in the enchanted sensation. She groaned and squirmed, so Jerry caught her hair from behind and held her the way he wanted to stay, forced her to remain in position as his heavy cock worked back and forth, pistoned in and out. He was getting close, and by the palpitations of his mothers oily snatch, he knew she was, too. Pumping faster, Jerry crammed his swollen meat to the hilt and held it there, held his mother transfixed upon its long, thick strength as the cockhead trembled and the torrent came rushing up from his flexing balls. Angela shrieked softly as she came, and beat the mattress with her slim fists, her head rolling from side to side like a clockwork pendulum of gold. Jerry let it go then and felt the heavy stream gush boiling far up into his mother's beautiful receptive pussy. His vital liquid roared against her womb in great, sticky globules like hot oysters, and the overflow packed the length and breath of her vagina, bathing the rest of his embedded shaft with the greasy soup. None could escape, because his root kept her cunt lips so tightly around it, because he had her thighs squeezed together. Panting, Jerry rested his draining balls upon the cleft of his mom's shivering, sweet ass and nuzzled his face into the silken tenting of her hair from behind. They were both sweating, their skin turned feverish and slick from the energy of their long, intense fucking, and they panted together, sighed together, their hearts pounding in unision for what seemed like slow and melting hours. Into the pillow, Angela said, "I've never been screwed like that before--never. Oh darling, what a magnificent lover you are. You can use your wonderful young prick so tenderly, then turn it fierce, and I love it, both ways. You've fucked your mommy so well, baby, you've given me so much fantastic cock that I could die right now, and never be happier." Gently then, Jerry lifted himself, afraid that his weight might be hurting her, and with great care, he withdrew his greasy prick from her torrid snatch, watching as it slid out all foamy, and saw a creamy trickle of his come follow to puddle below the crack of his mother's ass. His semen was soaking into the sheet, and he wondered how often his father had stained the bed, too. One thing he knew for certain, Jerry told himself as he lay down beside the stilled form of his mom's nude body--he was as much man, as good a lover, as anybody; she'd said so, and she was experienced enough to know. His mother had sampled more than one prick, since she was started on her way at an early age by her uncle. She had fucked some of the guys around the neighborhood, so she knew which of them could satisfy her and who was a fizzle. Rolling over onto his back, Jerry held his softening cock and looked down at it. He was proud of it now, happy that it was so much bigger than the usual shaft, according to his mom. Back there when he had only been jacking off, he'd been a little bit afraid he might not be able to handle a woman, when he got the chance. But he'd done more than okay, he had screwed his mother into limpness, and that took some doing, although he realized that it wouldn't take much to turn her on again. He was good at eating pussy, too. She had gone crazy on his tongue and against his mouth. Man, he could hardly wait until his old man came home, so he could show him how well he was taking care of her. Mack Winston would be proud of his son, and they'd get together the best way Jerry could think of--inside her. Chapter 5 They ate again later that evening, downing a rich and hearty stew with green salad and a chocolate cake. Fucking made a guy hungry, Jerry thought, more relaxed in this new and sexy intimacy with his mother. He didn't try to keep his eyes off her lush body as she moved about the kitchen. She wore her dressing gown open down the front which made her more appealing than if she was entirely naked. He could see her fine tits peeping their tips from the robe, and caught glimpses of the sunshine fluff of her mound, the flash of a burnished thigh. And always, she moved with that eye-catching grace, that captivating rhythm of her flesh that called attention to what she was--an eminently desirable and available sexpot. Angela seemed to exude an aura of sensuality; there was a feel about her that murmured: here I am; I'm ready and willing, so come on and fuck me. No wonder every guy Jerry knew always turned their heads to watch his mom cross a room, and he kind of pitied them for not ever having known the sublime thrill of fitting themselves between her long and serpentine legs. He helped her tidy up the kitchen, eager to stay close to that marvelously fluid body, for the moment content to breathe in the special musk of her, knowing that he could reach out and caress the cheek of his mother's shapely ass any time he wanted, that she would not deny him the fondling of a ripe, round breast. It was arousing for Jerry to simply know that, to know his mother was open for him, and that he turned her on as much as she did him. She turned to him, her eyes sliding over him and focusing upon his crotch, where his shaft dangled. "Would you like to take a bath with me?" Jerry grinned. "Would I? That's something else I was always trying to do--get a look at you naked in the bathroom. I used to peep through the keyhole, when dad was out on the road, just to see a little flash of your thigh or something. I never really got to see much, but it always gave me a hard-on, anyhow." "And I never suspected," Angela said, taking his hand. "If I had, maybe I would have put on a real show for you. I guess I have a strong exhibitionistic streak; I'm proud of my body and the things it can do for me and for others, so I like to show it off." Her plush thigh kept brushing his as she led him to the master bathroom, that previously private sanctum for herself and her husband. Jerry had often slipped into it when they were gone, stimulating himself by sniffing the perfume of his mom's body that lingered there, by touching a towel damp from blotting that lovely flesh. Once he had gotten down on his knees to lay his cheek against the seat of the toilet, filled with bliss to be touching a place that had been privileged to cup the twin delights of that superb ass. That turned him on so much that he'd jacked off into the bowl, his eyes closed and his body taut with a racing, unreadable wildfire of passion. Now his mother was leading him into her private place, and Jerry's cock was swelling in expectation. She dropped her robe, and the sweet golden flesh glistened as Angela bent to turn on the shower knobs. "I always wanted to have a Japanese style tub built here," she said, "one where two people could get deep into hot, soapy water and fuck. But Mack never got around to putting that kind of bath in, so we'll just have to make do with the shower." Whipping out of his own beat-up robe, Jerry climbed into the tub with her, and when she drew shut the glass doors, it seemed as if they were cut off from the rest of the world, trapped willingly and excitingly in a personal universe no one else could enter. Even the scent of her soap was personal, a lemony perfume that was a part of his mother, Jerry thought, standing close to that tall, almost willowy body and waiting for whatever it was she wanted him to do. "Here, darling," she said, handing him the soap and stepping back so that the adjusted water purled enticingly over her silken flesh, "do me first." Hands shaking a little, he foamed the soap and slid his fingers over her shoulders, then down her arms, and his swollen cockhead reached up to thump gently against the slight arch of her belly. Her tits felt wondrously slick against his soapy palms, and Jerry massaged them tenderly, reveling in their shape and texture, delighting in tickling the erectile nipples. His mom's hips and belly were next, his fingers slippery over them, tingling at the feeling of wet, slick skin. Bubbles grew multi-colored in the golden bush of her pubic hair, and Jerry went to his knees to wash her pussy. Her thighs excited him, too, and he stroked them up and down, then proceeded to her calves and ankles. Her feet were small and fragile feeling, and Jerry scrubbed them with enjoyment. When he started up her body again, the warm water ran over his own stimulated body and brought soapy foam with it. His mother pivoted slowly to present her back to him. The cheeks of her ass were twin marvels, sliding in his hands, and the cleft between them was highly arousing as he dipped a finger into it. Jerry had to stand closer, to touch his distended prick to that beguiling flesh, and he rubbed it against his mom's buttocks as he washed her back and neck, then reached around to hold those rich, heavy tits again. Angela backed into him, rolling her ass, and his soapy cock slid all over her wet skin. Reaching bebind her, she caught hold of his throbbing shaft and bent it to place it between her lathered thighs, so that it lifted and snugged into the sudsy nest of her cunt. But when he humped to her and tried to find the pussy entrance, she pulled away. "It's too difficult to make it like this," she whispered huskily, "and besides, I haven't bathed you yet, darling." Jerry stood braced with his feet spread wide apart as his mother washed him down. Her fingers were teasing, the very touch of her hands hotly tantalizing, as she stroked and caressed. The slickness of the soap made it even freakier for him, and when she began to use the suds to kind of jack him off, he flinched and trembled, his knees going weak with desire. Pressing against him, sliding her wet tits across big chest, his mother held him close and kissed him, running ker hot tongue halfway down his gasping throat. Angela took pity then, and helped him rinse off, cleansed the soap from her own glowing body, and turned off the water. "Because I'm taller than you, I think we can screw okay, standing up. The length of your beautiful prick will help, too." Manipulating his cock, she tipped the head down, then up, and Jerry felt his glans settle against his mother's dewy labia, where it sensed the marvelous hotness waiting inside. Quivering, he pushed it up and braced his hands upon her hips to steady them both. The flanged knot of his eager shaft eased into his mom's soft cunt lips as they spread slowly, as she wiggled her crotch to help the entrance. "It probably won't go all the way in," Angela breathed, "but since you have so much nice, hard meat to spare, there'll be plenty of prick for us to make out. Oh, darling--that feels so good, sliding up into my pussy. Every time I can feel all that sweet meat moving into my box, it thrills me as much as the first time you put it to your mommy." He barely had to bend his head in order to fasten his mouth to one of her scented nipples, and draw it happily into his lips as his cock reached up and up inside the satin walls of his mother's hot, juicy snatch. She was right; he couldn't sink it all the way to his balls, but most of it was buried in that steamy hole, and she gripped him tightly, searingly, as she rolled her delectable ass. She was boiling inside, as if she hadn't been fucked for a month. Lifting to tiptoe and trying to get more shaft into her adorable vagina, Jerry stroked as best he could, and his mom bent her knees so that she could take all she could. Her belly moved across his, then away as she leaned back and braced her shoulders against the wall of the shower. Her full breasts stood up proudly, their tips arrogantly pink, the globes jiggling as she worked her crotch hungrily and maneuvered her experienced pussy around his thrusting pole. Angela gasped as the thick rod slid back and forth within the squeezing of her cunt walls. "Oh baby--you can drive any woman crazy with all that hard, young prick. So big and strong--ooh, darling; stroke it deep into your mommy's hot pussy--feed it to me, baby--fuck me long and strong." Hand on her uptilted hips, Jerry pumped his club into her writhing body, grinding his pelvis into hers when somehow he managed to force his cockhead all the way in. He looked down to watch the greasy shaft sliding between his mom's inflamed labia. She rolled on every stroke, hunched and churned her well-trained snatch around his searching staff, gasping and moaning as the thick stem of it pressed over her clit. Ass heaving, her tits jumping, Angela stepped up the pace, and Jerry slammed his cook into his mom's hole with new fervor, luxuriating in every penetrating thrust, loving the feel of her impaled upon his powerful cockhead. His balls flopped up to kiss her spread inner thighs, and he could hear the sucking, wet noises of good, solid fucking. "I--I'm going to explode!" his mother hissed. "Oh lord, oh lord, my cunt is tearing itself apart--so much prick in it--my clit--my clitoris is jumping around and--and--OOHH!" Angela's vaginal walls convulsed around his surging cock, and Jerry strained to bury the shaft yet deeper into the gulping, shuddering snatch, raking the ridged bulb into those constricting velvet ripples so hot and so slippery. His fingers dug into her hips and lunged, then speared her again, his balls jerking as the compression within them was suddenly released. "Here, mom!" he panted. "Here it is, darling--take my come up inside your sweet cunt, mommy--ahh! I'm shooting off in you, and my stuff is bubbling, all thick and creamy--it's filling your beautiful cunt, mother--uh--uh--uh!" They shook violently together, their crotches swivelling, her cunt squeezing and letting go, his balls swinging as the sizzling juices continued to pump up from them to spit from the buried head of his flexing prick. Angela's body arched as she took the thick fluids into her vibrant sheath, and she clenched her teeth in the throes of an orgasm so tremendous as to be a sweet pain, an exquisite torture that stunned the mind as well as ravaged every part of her body. It was as mighty for Jerry, the terrific release of his love and lust, the firing of his personal liquids into his mother's cunt, where they again bathed the seething furnace of her sex with pure adoration. His head swam and his legs wobbled from the fierce tendemess of their fucking, and he realized that she must also be weakening. Regretfully, he slipped his yet hard cock from the honeyed grip of her pulsing gash, and helped her to stand erect. Holding to her elbow, Jerry slid back the glass shower doors and guided her from the tub. Feeling protective, he caught up a fluffy towel and dried her damp body, lingering with love over the lush curves, dipping with ever new awe into the mysterious valleys of that glorious body. Her deep blue eyes were glazed, but Angela seemed to be recovering and shook her head, the wet tresses of her golden hair falling about the pristine whiteness of her shoulders. "Th--that was something else, Jerry," she murmured. "I've been fucked in the shower before, but Mack and I never made it as wild as that. I was coming apart at the seams, dissolving. Oh, it's just impossible, but it seems that every time you screw me, the orgasms get better and better." He toweled his own body, acutely aware of her vulnerability, her helplessness before him. "I'm glad you dig my fucking, mom. I didn't know if I could really satisfy you, even if I ever got the chance. I mean, I never screwed anybody else, and you have so much experience. Of course, I thought that was only with dad, before I knew you were fucking other guys, too." She touched his cheek and looked down at his prick. "That gorgeous chunk of man meat is still ready to go," she said in quiet awe. "I always believed that a healthy, sexy woman could screw any man down, but now I'm not all that certain. You're a super stud, Jerry. She paused and then looking deep into her son's eyes, whispered, " And I'm glad you're mine.". It was his turn to play the parent, and hers to be the child; he led her gently to the bed and eased his mother down upon it. His eyes roamed the sensual perfection of her alluring body, and knew that it was all his just now, that he could do anything to her--run his cockhead into her armpits and rub it over her face or into her hair, slide his prick between the cheeks of her ass or under her knees; he could straddle her belly and squeeze those fabulous breasts together, then force his cock between them and titty-fuck her; he could do any freaky thing he damned well pleased. But he said, "Are you too tired, mom? I want to love you all night long, go back and do all the things we did before. I want to lick into your hot pussy and make you come with my mouth, and I need to shove my cock back into your throat. All that, and more-- but if you're feeling beat, I'll just lie here beside you and hold you close; that's almost as good as really fucking, just to be able to hold my beautiful mother naked against me." That hot, slidy look came back into her eyes, and she said, "I don't think I'll ever be too tired, baby. My cunt is still wet with my son's semen, and I'm still fascinated by the size of your adorable big prick. We'll fuck, baby--I promise you that; I intend to keep fucking you until I'm too weak to move, and that'll be a long time yet, believe me." Angela always made good on her promises, Jerry thought, pressing the length of his stiff cock against her satiny belly and fondling the ripe melons of her breasts. When he had been only a little kid, his mother would promise to take him to the zoo, or to a movie, and she would always follow up. And the same went for an ass-paddling; if she told him he was going to get his butt whipped for something, he could depend upon sore cheeks. Now she was promising him they would screw until they both ran out of gas, and he pulled one of those long, lithe legs over his body, anxious to get his greedy prick back into the enchanted gloving of her provocative cunt. They fucked. After he shot his first wad of semen, he stroked his mom's pussy long and lovingly, twisting the cockhead deep, using newly learned movements to further arouse her clit. He screwed her gently, holding back so that she might hit several orgasms, making her come time and again in just that position, before rolling her over onto her back. He could really stick it deep that way, and bumped her spongy cervix with every spearing of his knob. She squirmed beneath his strokes, wrapping her legs tightly around him and grunting with the building fury of her lust, hammering her hairy wet crotch into his pelvis and making his balls slap damply into the uplifted, spiraling, crack of her ass. It was good, heavy, fucking, a steady pounding of hard flesh into softly receptive flesh, a meshing of eagerly straining bodies adapting to each other's most secret needs, a blending of passion and love and raw, sometimes savage sex. It was damned good for them both, and they went at it for a long time, changing positions often, experimenting, groaning, panting. Jerry came twice more before he was satisfied, before he turned drowsy and sated and fell asleep with his prick still locked inside his mother's voluptuous pussy. Chapter 6 A couple of days went by, or was it three? Days and nights telescoped into themselves, blurred by eating and sleeping and bathing, all the necessary things that seemed at most to be only a background for the focal point of Jerry's life--making love to his lovely mother. They made it in all possible positions, in acrobatic contortions and the more comfortable basic methods, his mother's pussy always open and smoking, her mouth always hungry for the meaty club he fed into her red lips. He ate her torrid cunt again and again, and found a different thrill and taste the last time around, for he had learned his lessons in honesty well: do anything you want to, darling, she had told him at the beginning. So this time, with his face burrowed deeply into the hot and rubbery lips of her hairy snatch, with her pelvis twirling and surging into his mouth as his tongue probed and lapped, Jerry worked a hand up between the cheeks of her ass. By attentive manipulation, he managed to get a considerable amount of her slippery pussy juice smeared onto his palm. Fingers wet and sticky, he wrapped them around his swollen cock and began to jack himself off. It was wildly different, because it wasn't just something he had to do, to relieve the pressure of his aching balls while he dreamed the impossible dream of fucking his mother. Her steamy, heaving cunt was reality, and he sucked blissfully upon the soft lips, sucked at the rich and aromatic fluids as his hand moved up and down and caressed his cockhead. Teasing her clitoris, Jerry masturbated happily, his mom's cunt oils making his cock slippery, his tongue screwing into her hood and retreating only to give him the opportunity to siphon at her entire pussy, or to chew joyously upon her labia. He wanted to time this right, to get it just so, because he wanted to come at the same time his mother did, and by now he was sensitive to her every erotic movement, and could figure almost to the second when she was about to reach an orgasm. Angela quivered upon his active tongue, her furry crotch churning in a growing rapture that would soon overflow, and Jerry pumped more vigorously upon his cock, tightening his fist around the slippery glans and feeling his own climax building swiftly within his testicles. "Coming--coming--coming," his mom chanted, her head swinging in time with the jerky upheavals of her cunt. "Uuhhh! Oh baby, my darling, my sweet little cunt eater--" As she was still quivering upon the erratic crest, Jerry lifted his face suddenly from her thrusting pussy and slid in between her widespread thighs, his hand pumping as he stared down at the sizzling gash of her gorgeous pussy. His come leaped furiously from the spasming cockhead, and he bent the shaft down to nuzzle it against her hairy golden snatch, so that the spurting jism could splatter over her mound and across her sweaty belly. Creamy rich and boiling hot, the thick juice squirted over his mother's trembling skin, one globule coming to rest in the puddle of her navel, and Jerry shook in delighted gratification. His semen dripped over her pussy lips and clung to the hairs, all foamed and sticky; it smeared over her stomach, and Angela opened her eyes wide in surprise as she stared down at the come drenching her lower body. "Jerry--what--why did you--" He bit his lips. "I won't say I'm sorry, mom; because I'm not. I wanted to soak your cunt and your belly outside with my semen. I wanted to see it happen." Her slim hands came stealing down to touch fingertips delicately into the creamy juice, hesitant at first, then working to smear the clinging liquid over more of her warm body. "Silly boy; I'm not objecting. You just surprised me, that's all. I like this--it feels all slidy and sticky and very sexy." Watching the movement of her hands, looking down over the dripping and vastly expanded bulb of his prick, Jerry saw his mom slide the semen up over her belly, then rub her fingers in slow circles across her breasts, her nipples. She reached down again, dipping into the blotted hairs of her pussy for a fresh supply, and brought her fingers up to smear the stuff over her mouth. There was a deeply sensuous, deeply moving gleam in her eyes as she stared up at him. Suddenly Angela realized. She was in love. Yes, in love with her son. "Jerry, my love, Kiss me," she whispered. Obediently, he lowered himself onto her incomparable body, and their bellies were glued together by the residue of his own ejaculation. There was glue upon her mouth, too, her lips heavy with it, but Jerry met them avidly, glorying in the musky-sweet flavors there, in the ultimate sensuousness of this impetuous, ardent woman who happened to be his mother.