PP-7524 A Special Mother by James Armstrong It was 11:00 p.m. when Rita brought a sandwich and a glass of milk to Tommy's room. Her son, dressed in pajamas, sat in the spill of light from the desk lamp, with text books piled to the side. "I brought you some food for thought," she said. He closed a book while yawning, smiled, and stood up. "Thanks, Mom, but I'm about finished cramming." "Gonna pass that test tomorrow?" "Darn right. I'm ready for it." She squeezed his shoulder, "I'm proud of you, Tommy. You have a bright future ahead of you. Just don't blow it." His forehead creased. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well ... don't run with the wrong bunch of people. I'd hate to see you get hurt." "Mom, are you talking about Mitzi?" Warm blood rushed to her cheeks and she nodded. "I guess Mitzi's okay," she said. "There are just some things about her I don't like." Her son looked at her with an expression more serious than she'd seen before. "Mom ... I don't know quite how to tell you this. I'm grown up and there are times when I get the urge--" He looked down, blushing. She suppressed the urge to laugh and took his arm and said, "I know all about those urges. I was eighteen myself once. When you have those urges, you have to take care of them or they'll take over your life." He was looking down at her, his expression incredulous, but he didn't say anything. "You need to deal with those urges," she continued, "but be careful. Some of those young girls can get you in trouble." "You're trying to tell me something, aren't you?" "Look, I took care of you for eighteen years. I can take care of you a little longer." "Mom!" That did it, she thought. Now it's time to deliver. Rita reached back and drew the zipper on her dress down to the crack of her ass. She took the silk by the hem and drew it up over her head and tossed it aside. She stood before him in bra, panties, garters, sheer stockings, and high-heeled shoes. "There, now. Don't I have as good a figure as most teenaged girls?" He was silent for several seconds while his face turned red. She looked down at her own figure. Her legs were heavier than most girls, but otherwise she could measure up very well with the young ones. His hands went to her waist, then slipped down on her hips. She turned in his hands and pushed her ass against him. There was nothing soft about the cock-bulge in his pajamas. She opened the hook in the front of her bra and pulled the cups away, letting her thirty-three-inch tits jut forward. "They aren't as big as Mitzi's," she said, bringing his hands to cup her tits. "But they don't sag down, either." Tommy's breath was hot on the back of her neck. He squeezed her tits and pinched the hardening nipples, each between thumb and forefinger. Her breath came with a gasp each time he rotated the nipples, sending a warm ache through her tits. She turned to face his dresser mirror and said, "Take off my panties, honey ... please." He squeezed her hard tits one more time and ran his hands down to her waist, out on her hips, and into the waistband of her panties. He was looking over her head at the mirror as he peeled the thin nylon down, exposing her blonde-haired pussy. With her cunt fully exposed, he pulled her panties down on her legs and let them fall around her ankles. She stood, looking at herself, her lacy black garter belt holding up the transparent stockings, his hands moving closer to the exposed edge of her cunt. He fingered her cunt-lips sending a tingle of warmth through her cunt. It made her suck in her breath. The hard cock-bulge in his pajamas pushed against her bare ass. He was ready to fuck, except she hadn't undressed him. Rita turned in his arms, reached up, and opened the buttons on his pajama top, all the time watching his lower lip tremble while he looked down at her body. Such a young face, she thought, just like Jack when they had married nineteen years ago. Later, Jack had picked up some scars from life, and then two years ago he got sick. There was a year of suffering, then the funeral. Well, now it was a new life, and she was going to take care of the memory of Jack ... in every way. She peeled Tommy's pajama top off and reached down and drew the knot out of the drawstring. While she knelt and drew down the pajama bottom, the bulge of his cock pulled at the cloth. His mat of black groin-hair was thick and curly. The pajamas came loose and his cock sprang free in front of her face. She gasped at the size of his cock ... far bigger than she had remembered. His cock had to be eight inches long in the shaft and curved up slightly and as hard as a piece of steel. The cock-head loomed in front of her face. She put her lips to the swollen cock-meat and kissed it while running the tip of her tongue into the piss-slit. His hips trembled. Standing once more, she put her arms around her son's neck and pushed her cunt and tits against him while seeking his lips. His arms crushed her against him while they kissed. She drew her mouth away and took a deep breath. His hot cock was shoved against her belly. He was ready to fuck, but she still needed some warming up. "Take me to bed, Tommy." He scooped her up in his arms and carried her, with no apparent effort, to his bed. She kept an arm on his shoulder while he laid her on her back. "Tommy, you might already know this," she said, "but women are slow to come to a boil. Play with me a little. Play with my tits and my cunt." "Okay, Mom," he said, getting up on the bed on his knees. "Gosh, but you're pretty. I like the way you dress, with your stockings and garters and high-heeled shoes." "I did that just for you," she said, spreading her thighs wide in front of him. "In fact, everything you see is just for you. Come on. Play with me." He worked his fingers on her cunt-lips, bringing flashes of warmth through her sensitive flesh. His fingertips touched her closed pussy-slit. "Mom, you've got the cutest little cunt. It looks too little to fuck." "Oh, I think it'll stretch enough ... Enough even for your big cock." She gasped when his finger worked through her cunt-slit. "Oh! I like it when you when you touch me in there. Your fingers are so nice. Keep it up!" He started finger-fucking the hell out of her pussy. The waves of heat in her pussy rose and fell, rose and fell with the rubbing motion of his fingers. She braced her feet on the bed and rocked her hips up and down, up and down, fucking her cunt on his fingers. She looked down between her spread tits, over the swell of her belly, over her small pussy-mound to the spread lips of her cunt and his hands, with his fingers inside her. Her legs were spread wide with her heavy thighs clad in transparent stockings, held in place with the lacy black garter belt. Beyond her cunt and his hands, his cock loomed hugely with a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Oh God, Tommy! Take me. Take me now." His fingers slipped out of her cunt and he grasped her by the soft flesh of her hips. He drew her toward his waiting cock. Her ass slipped along the rough bedspread, her legs spread wide. When her cunt was under his cock, he stopped drawing her toward him and pushed his cock-head through the spread outer cunt-lips. The cock-head was hot against her closed inner slit. She rocked her ass slightly, working her inner cunt-lips against his cock-head, forcing the cunt-lips to part. The advancing head of his cock pushed her pussy open little by little, and the prick-head worked inside until pain stabbed through her cunt. "Oh!" she cried out. "Mom! I hurt you." She put a hand on his shoulder. "That's all right, Tommy. It always hurts a little at first. It's okay now. Just push your cock in a little at a time." While he pushed against her, she rocked her ass and her fuck-hole parted, letting his cock-head inside. Now he slowly fucked into her, making the tingling warmth swell through her cunt as his cock-shaft slipped deeper. She gripped his shoulders, drawing her ass up off the bed. "You okay, Mom?" "I'm wonderful, honey. Fuck me!" He drew his cock back, letting the swell of warmth decline, stopping when the bulge of the cock-head tugged at her cunt-slit. Then he fucked back in fully, bringing back the tingling warmth. While his cock stroked in and back out, it made the waves of tingling heat rise and fall, rise and fall. She braced her feet on the bed and rocked her hips to his cock-strokes, tipping her cunt for him to fuck straight in, then rolling her ass back, making his prick-shaft rub back hard on her clit. His cock drove harder and she lunged her ass up harder, as well. Her whole upper body relaxed and she whined and writhed under him while the tingling waves of warmth built in her cunt, rising and falling, rising and falling. She made her hips undulate, swinging her ass up, letting it back, swinging it up, letting it back. Tommy's face was getting red and he grunted with each cock-stroke. He lunged against her and lay quivering as his cum spurted hotly in her cunt. His cum pumped over and over, each time a little less than the time before. Finally, it stopped altogether. He pushed himself up on his arms and drew his spent cock out. His prick was limp, but it was still big. When he lay down beside her, she held his prick in her hand. "Mom, I just can't believe it." "Can't believe what?" "Your cunt is so small. It's smaller than--" "Smaller than Mitzi's?" He paused. "Yeah." "Well, I guess I'm just small all over." She looked down at her hard tits. "Especially there." He took one tit in his hand and squeezed it. "Naw, your tits have a nice shape." "It's sweet of you to say that, Tommy." "You didn't come, did you?" "Not yet. You can fix that when you get hard again." She squeezed his cock. Ii was still limp and had some growing to do. "While we're waiting for your cock to come back to life, help me keep the fire burning in me." "What can I do?" "Put your finger in my cunt," she said, twisting one leg out. He slipped a middle finger through her outer cunt-lips and pushed against her cunt-slit, twisting his finger back and forth, forcing the warm flesh to part. His finger slipped inside, bringing a little tingling ache with it. "Oh! I like that, honey," she said, wiggling her ass. He crooked his finger in her cunt, working it all around. "Did I touch your clit, Mom?" "If you had, I'd have bounced right off this bed. It's little and hard to find. Here, let me guide you." She took his hand, twisted it so the hook of his finger was just inside her cunt-lips, and inched it up ... up toward her rounded belly. "Oh!" She jerked her hips up, knocking his hand away from her cunt. "Can you find it now?" "I think so," he said, slipping his finger back in her cunt, bending the finger, probing just inside her tight pussy-slit. Her bucking hips knocked his hand away again. It just wasn't working. He was hitting her clit too hard, making her react violently instead of with warm stimulation. But his cock was turning stiff in her hand, anyway. While his cock was stiff, it was not yet hard enough to fuck into her tight cunt. She could help that process along. "I'm going to go down on you," she said, "until your cock gets really hard." He looked at her with an expression of awe. "Mom! Your mouth is too small for my cock. You're so small all over." "Oh, my mouth will stretch, just like my cunt." Rita pushed herself up and put a leg over him, straddling his shoulders on her knees, facing his upthrust cock. She bent down, bringing her face to his cock. With her lips against the cock-head, the cock-shaft below her eyes was shiny and curved ... and long. His balls were far below her eyes. How could she get this much cock down her throat? Rita pushed her mouth down on the prick-head, and her lips stretched wide ... And stopped. She ran her tongue out, spreading her saliva over the hot cock-meat, making it slippery. Then she nodded her head, forcing herself down harder, and the huge prick-head slipped into her mouth, leaving her lips stretched around the prick-shaft. She took a deep breath and nodded her head down, running her lips down the cock-shaft. The cock-knob pushed into her throat, filling the space. She couldn't breathe. Rita closed her eyes and bobbed her head down, forcing her lips down the boy's prick, pushing the slippery prick-head back deep in her throat. His cock filled her throat yet continued to slip deeper and deeper. Her nose touched warm flesh, and she opened her eyes. His hairy balls were huge. She drew her head up, and her lips ran up toward the end of the cock-shaft, and the cock-head slipped from her throat. Her lips tugged at the bulge of the cock-head and she took a deep breath and then ran her lips back down, down all the way until her chin pushed into the hair on his groin. Up and down, she drew her lips over his big cock. Her long yellow hair spilled down on his legs, to form a deep pile when she slipped her lips down to his groin, to uncoil from the pile when she drew her mouth up. He groaned and writhed under her and bucked his hips up, helping push his cock deep in her throat. It would be nice to suck his cock until he shot off, she thought. That would be nice, but that wasn't why she was going down on him. Time for that later. She was doing it to make his cock hard, and it was turning harder each time she ran her lips the length of the prick-shaft. Rita ran her lips up and worked one side of her mouth off the cock-head, then the other. "Now it's hard enough. Fuck me!" Tommy rose on his knees while she lay down and spread her stockinged thighs wide. Her cunt was still slippery with his cum and his cock entered her easily, forcing her inner cunt-lips to part, fucking deep in her pussy until his hairy groin rested against her little cunt-mound. He drew his cock back until the head tugged at her slit, then fucked back in deep, bringing a big wave of tingling warmth through her cunt. She braced her feet on the bed and arched her back as she pushed her cunt up to meet his cock-strokes, bringing her belly up to push against his. His cock drove harder and she lunged up harder, as well. Her whole upper body relaxed with her arms limp over her head, and she whined and writhed under him while the tingling waves of warmth built in her cunt, rising and falling, rising and falling. Her hips flowed up from the bed like waves, heaving her ass up, letting it fall back, heaving it up, rolling it back. Then the tingling waves of heat didn't die out between cock-strokes. They built, each one warmer than the one before as her hips rocked up higher to meet him. "Oh! Oh!" Just as the warmth started to die out, he fucked back into her, bringing it higher and higher. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" His cock strokes turned harder. She braced her back and held her cunt up for his fuck-thrusts. "Oooohhh!" Her cunt-juice flowed as he poised and drove his cock straight into her and pressed down against her. Hot cum spurted deep in her cunt, burning as it pumped over and over, mixing with her flowing cunt-juice. He slipped his arms under her waist and drew her up while she clutched his shoulders. While the cunt-juice pumped out of her, her legs lost their strength and an empty feeling came to her stomach. She held her belly up against his, relieving the emptiness. Her lips went slack. She lay in his arms, seeing his face above hers, numbly feeling his cock go limp in her cunt. Her arms left his shoulders and she let them collapse limply over her head. He bent to kiss her, and his strong mouth mashed her lips. "Mom, are you okay?" She tried to answer, to tell him not only was she okay, but that she felt wonderful in his arms, but her lips wouldn't move. She tried to tell him she would enjoy having him hold her this way forever, but all she could do was look vacantly up at his face, watching it show more and more worry. Finally, she managed to draw her lips wide in a smile. He showed relief. "I'm just fine, Tommy," she said. "God, that was wonderful." "For a minute, I thought I had hurt you," he said. "When your old lady gives, she gives a hundred percent. Then it takes me a while to recover. I think I have some strength back in my legs now." When he pulled his arms from under her and drew himself up, his limp cock slipped out of her cunt. His warm hands slipped into the hollows of her waist, then over her garter belt and out on her hips, then down onto her little pussy-mound where he squeezed her. Releasing the warm flesh, he brushed her short blonde cunt-hair up neatly, fully exposing the lips of her pussy. "Gosh, Mom," he said after a moment of fingering her cunt-lips. "I sure liked making it with you." "You see? Your old mother can take care of all your needs." "You sure don't look very old." He lay down beside her, and she rolled up on her hip to face him. "There's just one thing," he said after a moment. "What's that, Tommy?" "What if the other kids start calling me a mother-fucker?" She had to smile at that. "Well, if you don't tell them, I won't either. They just won't know what they're missing." "How about Mitzi? I think you sort of put her down. She'll probably figure things out. It'll make her sore as hell." "If that little bitch ... I mean, if she gives you any trouble, just send her to me. I know how to take care of her. Now, do you think this bed's big enough for two people to sleep on?" Rita asked as she unsnapped one garter and rolled a stocking down. He smiled. "It's big enough if the two people are friendly." Chapter 3 Tommy was fresh scrubbed from the shower at the gym when he came in. "Well, how was the game, Honey?" Rita asked. "They beat us," he said, "but we made 'em fight for it." "That's the spirit. Feeling tired?" He started to nod. Then he smiled. "All depends. Long as it isn't basketball ..." "Remember the fireplace in my bedroom?" He nodded. "Why don't you get a nice fire started?" He smiled and said, "You got it, Mom." Firelight soon flickered across the room, aiding the lone small table lamp. When Rita sauntered in, the ridiculous blue bedroom slippers with high heels made her hips roll like a schoolgirl's. She joined Tommy, sitting on the deep-pile carpet in front of the flame. "You're a first-class fire builder," she said. "Nothing's too good for my mom," he said, lying back. "Sometimes I wonder if your old mom's still got what it takes." "I never had any doubt." "Tommy, you're not giving me a line of bullshit, are you?" she asked, lying back beside him. "I couldn't lie to you, Mom." "Well, examine the merchandise one more time and tell me I'm still all right." He got up on his knees and untied the sash on her dressing gown. Heat from the fire warmed her naked skin as he peeled the robe away. She felt as if she were back in Jack's arms, in an age long ago, determined to be pleasing to the man she loved. With her gown drawn open, Tommy put an arm under her shoulders and worked the garment down off her arms. He let her down to the rug and then lifted her ass with one strong arm and pulled the robe aside. He stood up, quickly stripped off his pajamas, and then rejoined her on the rug. His hands were warmer than the heat from the fireplace on her tits as he squeezed them, firmly but not so hard it hurt. He put his lips against hers and kissed her. There was gentleness in his touch but the strength that Mitzi lacked. His lips moved down on her neck to her tits, where he kissed each nipple, turning them hard, then down across the swell of her belly to her pussy-mound. He nibbled at her short cunt-hair, then looked at her cunt closely. "I thought blonde genes were supposed to be dominant," he said. "Well, I guess so ... in a statistical sense. Why?" "You're a real blonde ... either that or you've been using the two-bottle peroxide kit. No, your eyes are so blue, you've gotta be a blonde. Dad's hair was dark brown. So's mine. Is that what you meant by statistics? Odds are for it, but no guarantees?" "I think so," she said. "Satisfied I'm a real blonde?" "Yeah, with your pink skin and blue eyes, you're a blonde, all right." He patted her pussy, looking at her lovely body. "I try to flex my body, and it just doesn't work like it did once." He patted the soft flesh of her hip. "You're a half-pint, but lots of young girls would like to look like you. What doesn't flex?" "My hips. When I was a teenager and I used to ... well, never mind what I did then. I used to be able to bend my legs like pretzels." "Well, let's see," he said, grasping one stockinged thigh just above her knee. He brought her thigh straight up and then bent it out to the side. It went down easily until the knee was a foot above the rug, then down another six inches ... and stopped. Holding that leg in place, he did the same with the other. "I'd say that isn't bad, Mom," he said. "You sure look nice with your cunt spread like that." "I used to be able to bring my legs straight out and down flat ... and even farther than that. You'd like my cunt spread out that way." "Does it hurt, the way I'm holding your legs out now?" "No, it's just tight in my hips." "Like for me to see if I can loosen you up a little?" "I'd love it." After a time, he had her thighs straight out and down flat on the rug. He took his hands away, and her legs stayed down. "How's that, Mom?" "That's nice of you, Tommy," she said. "Like to take it a little farther?" "Okay, but I'm afraid I'll break you apart." "Promise I'll shout if it starts hurting." Tommy grabbed three pillows from the bed. After stacking them, he slipped a hand under her ass, raising her, and put the stack of pillows under her. Balanced on the soft support, her thighs remained straight out and about a foot above the rug. As before, he held one leg and worked the other around and around, all the time pressing the thigh down. When both knees were within a couple of inches of the rug, her hips started hurting. She kept silent, taking care to not gasp in pain, while he worked her legs still lower. Finally, both knees touched the rug. When he stopped forcing her farther open, the pain went away. With her back arched and her shoulders down on the rug, the swell of her belly hid her spread-open cunt from her view. "Honey, can you tip the mirror? I want to see myself, right into my cunt." When he'd tipped the big mirror, she could see right into her cunt. The outer cunt-lips were spread wide, and the pink fuck-hole was barely open. "That's great, honey. Now pull the pillows out." When he'd pulled the stack of pillows aside, she was left with her back arched, her cunt held high, and her weight balanced on her shoulders and on the sides of her outward-splayed knees. She let her ass down to the rug, and her fuck-hole closed. Then she pressed the sides of her knees down and levered her ass up, bringing her cunt high, spreading the cunt-lips wide. She let her ass back down. Then she tensed and, like a wave, made her body ripple out and up, through her neck, through her back, through her belly, through her hips, undulating her body. After holding her spread pussy high for a moment, she let her body sink back to the rug. "Mom, what did you do when you were a teenager?" Tommy asked. "Well, there were six of us girls in our group. At the end of each football game, our group had a contest to see which one of us could brace her knees straight out like this and hold her cunt up the highest. The winner got to date the football captain. I usually won." "Mom!" "Now I'm not a kid any longer," she said. He ran his hands over the inner surfaces of her thighs, just above the tops of her stockings. "You sure don't look very old. Your skin is so soft and smooth." "I'm glad you think so. Do you like my garters?" He put his fingers inside one of the little black lacy garters that encircled her thighs, over the tops of her stockings, and said, "They look real cute on you. Aren't they a little uncomfortable, though? They're kind of tight." "A little," she said. "Why don't you take them off? I guess my stockings will stay up by themselves, as long as I'm lying down like this." It was a relief when he unsnapped the cute strips of elastic and tossed them aside. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cunt-gash. Lying with her thighs straight out and down flat on the rug, she rocked her ass up and down against his movements, slipping the pussy-flesh through his fingers, making a glow of warmth travel up and down for the length of her cunt-slot. Her breathing turned jerky. "Your hands are nice in there, Tommy, but try to get your fingers clear inside my cunt." She held her ass down while his fingers probed a little deeper. "Having trouble, honey?" she asked. "You have a cunt like a little girl's." "How would you know?" "I've got one hell of an imagination." "Maybe I can help you. I'll spread myself all the way." She pressed down hard with the sides of her knees, and her ass heaved high. It hurt a little in her hip joints, but she held her cunt high and spread for him. "Any better?" "Lots better," he said. "I can even see your little clit. Let's see if I can get your inner pussy-lips turned out and hang onto them." Little jabs of tingling heat shot through her pussy while he struggled with her inner cunt-flesh. It gave the sensation of being turned inside out while he bent the cunt-lips toward the outside, but it didn't cause any pain. "I've got your inner pussy-lips turned out in my hands," he said. "Can you stretch my cunt so my clit's outside?" "No way, Mom. Like I said, you've got a little girl's cunt. Let your ass back down, and I'll get you warmed up." His fingers were gentle on her inner cunt-lips as he rubbed them, making a nice warm glow move up and down along her pussy-slot. While he kept rubbing her cunt, she lay back and examined herself in the big mirror he had tipped down for her. With her legs spread straight out, her cunt-mound swelled up high. As though obeying a will of its own, her ass started rolling up, working her cunt-lips through his fingers, adding to the tingling glow. Then he stopped rubbing and looked at her cunt as though seeing inside her. Her breath came in short gasps when he bent down close to her pussy. He stretched her cunt-slot wider as he brought his mouth down. He kissed the lips of her pussy. Then, holding the pussy-lips open, he slowly pushed his hot tongue down into her cunt-hole. The muscles in her pussy pinched shut, but his tongue was persistent. Slowly he forced it inside. Her clit burned with a flash when his nose touched the nub, and her hips jerked up against his face. Then he took his mouth from her cunt and looked up. "How about it, Mom? Warmed up enough now?" She tried to talk, but her breath kept coming in gasps. After a moment, she calmed somewhat. "I'm hot as a fox. Give it to me!" His hands left her cunt, and he brought his knees closer. Grasping her hips, he lifted her with her legs spread around him. The outer lips of her cunt were open, but as he raised her hips up, she let her knees rest down on the rug, and it spread her cunt still wider. The hot flesh of his cock-head pushed her pussy-lips open and nudged in. As he drew her up harder against his cock, her inner fuck-hole opened and his cock-head started inside. He shifted his hands under her ass and held her up against his cock. Rita let her arms rest limply over her head and let her mouth go slack and let her head loll from side to side as he shifted his hands on her ass. It was a nice feeling to be so helpless in his arms, to let him do whatever he wanted to her little body as he drew her cunt up onto his cock. Pain stabbed through her cunt and she gasped and tensed. He stopped drawing her up and just held her in place. In a moment, the pain faded and she again went limp. He resumed drawing her up, drawing her little cunt up on his cock. Then her son's big cock-head was deep inside her. There was no pain. While he held her hips, she brought her outward-splayed knees down on the rug and pushed. Her ass bobbed a little and she held herself up on his cock while he shifted his knees out behind himself. Now in position, he lowered his hips and she sank down under him until her ass touched the rug. Then he slowly thrust his prick in her, bringing a nice tingling wave of heat through her pussy. She pressed her knees down and swung her ass up, lifting her cunt up toward him, slipping her stretched pussy up his cock-shaft, until his groin-hair touched her cunt-mound. As he drew back, she swung her ass back down and slipped her cunt down his cock-shaft. No sooner had her ass touched the bed than the bulge of his cock-head tugged at her pussy-lips, and then he fucked into her again. As she rose to meet him, he fucked in harder, and his cock-head drove deep, bringing its wave of heat. Rita lay under him with arms limp, mouth relaxed and lips parted, head lolling from side to side, writhing under his hard-driving prick, letting a whine be drawn from her throat each time his cock-head drew back to the lips of her cunt. She knew the joy of watching his sweating face come near and draw back, come near and draw back, and the rhythmic wave action of her own body as it undulated up to meet him, then flowed back to the rug, rose up to meet him, flowed back to the rug. She knew the joy of pushing her stretched cunt up the shaft of his cock, to shove her little pussy-mound against his hairy groin, then to fall away from him, to drift back through space while her pussy slipped back on his cock-shaft, to let her ass down to the rug and wait for the next wave to lift her back up. Without missing a fuck-stroke, he slipped his arms under her back and drew her up close. She lolled her head back, limp in his arms, limp everywhere but in her legs and in her knees. With each drive of his cock, she pushed the sides of her knees down on the rug and heaved her ass up to lift her cunt to him. Now Tommy fucked her faster and broke into her dream. Conscious once more, she matched his driving pace with the whipping action of her hips. Her whine changed to a choking whimper that broke off each time their bodies met. His strokes slowed and he lifted his head and clenched his teeth while he pounded his prick into her, harder but slower. She matched the force of his fuck-strokes and whipped her cunt up at him harder. Then his fuck-strokes slowed and he poised and drove in hard and stayed against her. His cum spurted hotly in her cunt while he quivered against her. The hot jism pumped again and again. When the cum stopped spurting, he slowly lowered them together to the rug. She was breathing fast and her heart hammered, making her hard-pointed tits shake. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "I came too fast." "Don't ... don't worry, honey," she said, panting. "We have ... all night to ... get me off." He got up, pulling his limp cock out of her, closed her legs, and lay beside her. They looked at each other while she waited for her breathing to slow. After a time, he said, "There can't be one mom in a thousand that can spread her legs the way you did." "It's all from the way you way you worked me over. That's how I was twenty-five years ago. Ready for some more?" He looked down. "I'm ready, but it isn't." His cock was still limp. Rita said, "I'll make it ready." She got up on her knees, straddled his shoulders, and bent to his groin. His cock was small when she held it at the base with one hand and put her mouth down over the cock-head. She ran the small tip of her tongue inside the piss-slit and worked it around and around. Gently, she started to suck ... suck and let go, suck and let go. Whenever she sucked at the cock-head, it slid into her mouth. When she let go, it slipped back. She gradually sucked harder. The head of his prick swelled in her mouth, but the prick-shaft in her hand was still limp. She started working her mouth down on the cock-shaft, up and down, giving a hard suck when her lips came back up on the cock-head. When her mouth slid down to his groin, the tip of his prick just touched her throat. The sucking made his cock start to stiffen. With each lip-stroke, it grew and turned harder. Each time she drew back, she ran the tip of her tongue down into the piss-slit. His cock got even stiffer. Her mouth worked down harder and harder, down onto the base of his cock, her lips pressing into the hair on his groin. With each stroke, the prick-head pushed into the back of her throat. She worked her mouth down farther, still sucking hard each time her lips came up on the cock-head. Whenever her tongue thrust in his piss-slit at the top of her strokes, she breathed with a gasp. Her mouth finally came all the way down in his groin-hair. His cock fit close in her throat close like a cunt. His cock turned swollen and stiff, stiff enough to ram through her pussy. She drew her lips up until they tugged at the cock-head, then twisted her head to one side, then to the other, and pulled her lips off his prick. "That should be hard enough," she said. "Ready to fuck me?" "I'm ready," he said. "How would you like to have it?" "Doggy-style." Tommy slid back from between her legs. Leaving her on her hands and knees, he put a pillow under her head and pushed her down with his hand on her shoulders. She put her head down on the pillow so she could look back beneath herself, her ass still up in the air, his hands now squeezing her tits. His cock was rock hard now as it pushed from beneath her, up through her inner cunt-lips and nudged against her quivering fuck-hole. She let her belly down and rolled her ass up to guide the shaft into her. The warm head of his cock stopped against her inner fuck-slit, and he reached in with a finger and parted the tender flesh. His cock-head pushed and spread her inner fuck-hole until it hurt and she tensed. Without a word, her son stopped pushing while she waited for the pain to pass. When the pain left, she relaxed and he pushed again. He slowly fucked into her. "Oh!" she said with a gasp when his cock-head touched deep in her cunt. The hot cock-lance slid back and poised for another thrust. When it came, it was harder. "Ohhhh!" A whimper escaped from her mouth while his cock slid back and paused. He fucked back in hard. "Ohhh! Oh Tommy, you're wonderful!" she said, her voice tremulous. "Oooh! Oh honey, give it to me!" Nonsense phrases of endearment came from her throat while his hard cock rammed deep in her cunt ... again and again ... relentlessly. "Ooooh! Give it to me faster!" He fucked into her cunt faster and faster, harder with each cock-stroke. The aching warmth spread through her cunt and then burned continuously as he fucked her faster yet. With the end coming, she tensed her every muscle and took his fuck-thrusts. He rammed into her pussy harder, still faster, still harder. She tensed. "Oooohhh!" Her cunt-juice burst loose just as he shuddered against her. Hot spurts of his cum burned deep in her cunt. He squeezed her tits while he quivered against her. When all movement ceased, he let her down to the rug, and his cummy cock slipped out of her slimy cunt. He took her by the hips and rolled her over on her back. She drew her legs up and spread them wide, while he reached for her cunt. His fingers were warm and gentle as he massaged her cunt-lips, rubbing the slippery flesh. Her hips rocked in tired motions, keeping in step with the hands that did such nice things inside her well-fucked little pussy. After a time, her hips stopped rocking. His hands stopped as well and he grasped her thighs and closed her stockinged legs. He lay beside her and kissed her. All her strength left her, and her stomach felt empty. With an effort, she rolled up on her side and pushed her belly against him. He rolled against her as well and held her in his arms. She nestled her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes and dreamed while her tits softened against his chest. When she opened her eyes some time later, he was looking at her, smiling. "You're some kind of mom," he said. "I'm here to take care of all your needs." "What if I have some additional needs?" "I know a few more little tricks. I can take care of them all." "I'll bet you can. You may be little, but you're dynamite. You ready?" "Hey now! Give me a few minutes to get my legs back." "Okay," he said. "I need to get more than my legs back." Chapter 5 "Mom, are you feeling all right?" Tommy asked. Rita looked up from her book. "Of course, I'm all right. Why do you ask?" "I just thought you looked a little peaked is all." Did it really show? After Mitzi had left, Rita took a hot shower and a soothing douche. Then she rubbed a lotion all over her body and brushed her long hair until it gleamed. Now, dressed in only a robe and slippers, she was sore and tired from her rigors with Mitzi, and just wanted to rest. "Well, I'm a blonde," she said. "Blondes are supposed to be pale." "You look tired, Mom. You should rest. Is it okay if I go downtown? Might look Mitzi up." "Tommy, I'm really not tired," Rita said, putting her book down. "In fact, if you're not too tired, I'd like to go to the bedroom with you." "Gee, Mom, that'd be swell!" "Your room or mine?" Tommy's bedroom was cramped, but it was comfortable. While Rita stood before him, Tommy, with hands trembling, untied the sash to her robe and peeled the garment off her shoulders, leaving her standing in her slippers. Rita stepped out of the slippers and said, "If you like, I'll go put on some stockings and garters." Tommy squeezed one of her ass-cheeks. "I like you just the way you are, Mom. You look good with or without stockings." "You know you're squeezing the worst part of me?" "Your ass? It's a nice ass." "It's fat! Fatter than it was twenty years ago." "Looks good to me." Rita laughed. "Honey, you're good for my ego. What would you like to do?" "You've been doing most of the work. This time, I'd like to eat your cunt." "Sounds interesting. Okay, Lord and Master, have your way with me." Tommy had finished getting rid of his clothes, and he stood before her, his cock huge and stiff. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her like a toy to his bed. Rita put her hand on the top of his shoulder. "Got anything special in mind?" "Um-hmm. I talked to a girl at school, and she--" "Tommy! I can take care of you. You don't need any floozie that--" "Mom! All I did was talk to her. She said the nicest thing I could do is go for the clit." "Well, maybe she had good judgment," Rita said as Tommy laid her on the bed on her back. "She have any ideas?" "I think she was talking about herself, but she kept coming back to the idea of me turning her inside out." "Seems to me I've heard about this. What do you think?" "She sort of scared me off at that point, but I'd like to experiment." "Like I said, have your way with me." Tommy spread her legs wide, and she helped him, bringing her knees straight out and down flat on the bed. He looked into her spread cunt. Tommy slipped one hand under her ass and lifted her. She kept her knees down on the bed, letting her cunt spread wide open. He pulled a pillow over and put it under her ass, then another ... then a third. Her legs sloped down to the bed, holding her cunt-lips spread wide. His fingers were as warm as the lips of her cunt. One finger slipped through her cunt-slit, then another. Her ass heaved up high as a flash of heat shot through her cunt. His finger brushed her clit, and her inner cunt-folds bent out. Little tingles of warmth traveled up and down through her pussy as he bent the cunt-folds out. Her breath came in short gasps. She braced her knees and brought her cunt up as he gripped her inner cunt-flesh in his fingers and folded the cunt-lips. The slick flesh slipped from his grasp and he cursed. He put his fingers back in and she flinched as the slippery pussy-flesh again got away from him. "Mom, you're a pretty woman, but you are a freak on the inside." "Why? What's wrong with me?" "It's like your cunt never grew up. You're too little on the inside to get hold of." "Well, I was big enough ... or I stretched big enough ... to have you. Remember that?" "Christ! No, I don't remember that, Mom. Damn! I wanted to give you a really nice experience." "Aw, honey. I know you did. But you're right. I'm a freak. Go ahead and eat me. If you're gentle, I know I'll like it." With her ass up on three pillows, she bent her back down and rested her weight on her shoulders. His mouth covered the lips of her cunt. His tongue went through her cunt-lips and he lapped back into the cunt-slit, making her roll her ass up. As soon as she settled back to the pillows, he ran his tongue through her pussy-slit again. Then he ran his tongue up her cunt-slit, just inside her cunt-lips, running toward her belly. "Oh!" She bucked her hips up when he hit her clit. "Try to be a little more gentle, honey." His tongue ventured out again, slower than before. It touched the nub of her clit. Like magnetism, it made her roll her ass up as the glow of warmth spread through her pussy. The tip of his tongue went in a slow circle around on her clit. She dug her outward-splayed knees into the bed and raised her spread cunt and gyrated her ass around and around in step with his tongue. "Oh, Tommy, don't ever stop!" Without disturbing the gentle licking motions of his tongue, he ran his hands over her hips, through the hollows of her waist, and up to her tits. He squeezed the tit-flesh, making it ache. His fingers, both strong and gentle, pinched her nipples, turning them hard. Rita, with her body arched back so her shoulders were on the bed, groaned and writhed under his stimulation. His hands began squeezing her tits in pulses, squeezing each time his tongue licked around on her clit. The tingling ache in her tits spread through her chest and down through her belly. Tommy pressed his tongue in harder, and Rita increased the gyrations of her ass. The heat from the glow in her cunt went higher and higher and higher. She stiffened and the flood of her cunt-juice let go. Tommy kept his mouth over her cunt, sucking hard. After a time, she stopped quivering. Tommy took his mouth from her cunt. "This position must be killing you, Mom," he said. He slipped a hand under her ass and lifted her while he pulled the pillow away, then let her down to the bed. It was a blessed relief when he closed her legs back together. Tommy lay on his side against her. His cock was rock hard and hot where it touched her leg. An empty feeling was coming to her stomach. Tommy smiled at her. She tried to return the smile but lacked the strength. He patted her ass and smiled, then put his head down and closed his eyes. Rita closed her eyes as well and waited for her strength to return . When Rita woke up, she had no idea how long it had been. The light was still on, and Tommy's cock was still stiff against one of her legs, but her other leg was now hooked over Tommy's hip. "Have a nice nap, Mom?" he asked while squeezing her ass-cheek. "Um-hmm. I needed a little rest." "You deserved it. I'm sure lucky to have you for a mom." "Lucky? I don't think so. I'm just a nasty old lady." "You are not! You're young looking and pretty. Besides, you have a cute ass." "Cute! It's fat." He slipped his other arm under her waist and held an ass-cheek in each hand, separating them slightly. "Just fat enough to make it cute," he said. "Well, if you like it, honey, that's good enough for me." While holding her ass-cheeks spread, he pressed one finger against her asshole. He worked it around and around, making her lunge with her hips and pushed her cunt against his hip. His fingertip slipped inside her ass hole. It burned at first, then the burning went away and, as he twisted his finger slightly, it ached a little, a nice kind of ache. "I'd sure like to fuck you in the ass." "You ever do that before?" He shook his head. "Me neither," she said. Then she giggled. "Let's learn how together." "Okay," he said, drawing his finger from her asshole. "I think we need some grease. There's some Vaseline in the drawer here." "I guess we either need the stuff in my ass or on your cock. Let me fix you up." Rita dipped her finger in the jar. Then, holding her son's cock in one hand, she smeared the grease liberally over the head of his cock. His cock, already hard, grew more swollen in her hand while she spread a coating of the lubricant over the cock-shaft. She held the cock-head and ran her closed hand down to the base of the shaft and back to the head, making him thrust his hips out. "That should do it. How do you want me?" she asked. "Guess it has to be either dog-style or the long-cock position. Let's try dog-style. Then I can play with your other toys." She smiled while getting up on her knees. Then she moved her knees apart and put her head down on the pillow while he took her ass-cheeks in his hands and spread them wide. His cock pushed against her asshole, gently at first, then harder. She waited on her knees with her ass high, her tits pressed into the bed, her face down and turned to the side, waiting for his big cock to spread her asshole open. Without her trying, her ass convulsively squeezed as though to stay closed, but his strong hands held her ass-cheeks apart. Slowly, her asshole opened and the big head of his cock forced its way in. As the prick-head went inside, her ass-ring tightened down on his cock-shaft. He thrust into her, and his cock-head brought a wave of searing heat as it fucked deep in her ass. Then the heat went away as he drew out ... out to where the prick-head tugged at her asshole. Then he started fucking. The waves of heat his cock brought with it were delightful, the way the heat would build up, then recede, then build up, then recede. Her hips soon began rocking slightly to the motion of his cock. The waves of heat were a nice aching pain that ran through her loins and her cunt, rising and falling, rising and falling. While stroking into her with a slow rhythm, Tommy reached under her and slipped a finger into her cunt. It slipped inside, and bent into a hook in her cunt-hole. Bringing little warm tingling ripples, his thumb probed at her clit. Her body shook with the stab of heat when he touched the sensitive organ. He drew his thumb away, then probed again, slower this time. Her hips shook, and the pulse of glowing warmth spread through her cunt, then it faded. Each time he touched her clit, her hips shook at the pulse of heat. As the heat faded, she braced herself, waiting for the next touch. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Now he touched her clit each time just as his cock drew back in her ass. The wave of heat in her ass barely peaked and was just receding when the pulse of heat hit her clit. Her breath came in quick gasps. A whine escaped from her throat. His cock-strokes in her ass came slower and harder. He held a fingertip lightly on her clit and ran it around and around. The glowing warmth in her clit swelled like a tidal wave ... building higher. "Ooohhh!" Her cunt-juice flooded over his finger, her hips jerking in quick spasms. Tommy stopped his cock-strokes when she reached orgasm. He hadn't come in her ass, although he had to be getting close. "Honey, don't stop!" she urged. "Keep fucking me!" His cock drove harder and harder. Then he fucked his cock full length up her ass, slamming his groin to her ass-cheeks. His hot cum-load spurted deep in her ass. He quivered against her each time he spurted cum. Each time he shot into her, it was less than the time before. Then all motion ceased. He took his finger from her cunt and squeezed her cunt-mound in one palm while he drew his spent cock from her ass. She let herself down on the bed. He lay down while she rolled onto her side, against him. "Well," she said, "does your old lady take care of your needs or what?" "All of my needs," he said. "You still feel like you need to go out?" "Not tonight, Mom."