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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.