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Sleep-In For Daddy
by Anon Author
Chapter 1
Jerry trembled in the closet, quivering with anticipation,
because he had been waiting for this moment ever since his father
announced he had to catch a plane this evening. His old man
always came into the bedroom with his mother, for a goodbye piece
of ass before going off on another one of his long road trips, and
this time, Jerry was ahead of them, determined to actually see
what the fucking was all about, instead of just pressing his ear
to the wall and only listening to them screw.
As he crouched in the darkness, wearing only his old
bathrobe, he was glad his mother's clothes hung here, where he
could get an open view of the bed. His dad's closet was across the
room, and the old man would be digging stuff out of it, anyway,
soon as he finished taking a quick shower. The pair of suitcases
were already packed for the old man's trip, but Mack Winston
always pawed around in the closet to see if he'd forgotten
anything.
So that made Jerry safe here, among his mother's things,
smelling the musky perfume that clung to dresses and slacks, and
pressing his cheek against one of her slick-feeling dressing
gowns. That was almost like touching her skin, almost like
touching her nude body, and his prick throbbed in his hand as he
squeezed down on it. His crotch ached; his belly was drawn tight
and his balls felt swollen to twice their normal size. The
cockhead pulsed in his fingers, but he held off from massaging it.
Plenty of times, he had jacked off while hearing the sexy noises
of his mom and dad making it, but now he was going to wait awhile.
Sure, he was scared. Jerry had no clear idea of what would
happen to him if he got caught hiding in their room while they
screwed, but he suspected that he would get his ass blistered.
But that wouldn't be as bad as the embarrassment of both of them
just knowing he was there, sneaking around to get a peep at what
really happened when a man put his meat to a woman's pussy. And
it was't as if he was just a little kid, getting too curious; he
was fifteen years old, and damned near grown up. They'd never
forgive him for being so dirty, and he might even have to split,
leave home and take to thumb-tripping and never come back.
But he had to see it. Damn it, he just had to. If his mom
was one of those fat and dumpy mothers, or all grey and wrinkled,
the strain on him wouldn't have been so strong. As it was, he
couldn't sleep, for thinking about what was hidden beneath her
skirt, and the shape of her sleek ass in tight pants drove him
right out of his head. Her tits--ah, her tits; Jerry stroked his
aching prick and smiled at the vivid imagery of his mothers fine,
full breasts bouncing when she walked, at the golden globes that
pushed so excitingly against a thin gown. Angela Winston never
wore a bra; he had often noticed the outline of her nipples, and
once in awhile, gotten a peek down her dress to where the dusky
golden valley separated the luscious mounds.
Jerry went taut when he heard the click of the bedroom door,
and hoped neither of them would notice the closet door standing
open just the slightest crack. Then his mother walked into the
room, moving with that particular swaying of the hips that made
all men look at her when she walked.
He caught his breath when he saw that the front of her pale
blue robe was already hanging open, and as her sculptured thighs
moved whispering against each other, Jerry could see the
intriguing quick flashes of her golden pubic hair. His pulses
raced and an artery fluttered in his throat; dry-mouthed, he
stared at his mother as she strode lithely to the bed, where she
tamed and gracefully dropped the robe from her shoulders.
Jerry was barely conscious of his father coming across the
room; he was stunned by the sight of his mom standing there so
wonderfully, so beautifully, naked. Her entire body seemed to
glow, to have been lovingly polished by the softest of cloths, the
lovely flesh glistening with health and burnished by a special
inner heat of desire. He stared at the lifted, rounded modeling
of her superb breasts, the lush hills of creamy-golden skin so
wonderfully filled, the erectile tips of her pink nipples.
His mother's belly was just barely rounded, and the sleek
hips were flared beguilingly, her skin flawless. And there--
there--was the pouting mound of her fantastic pussy, that
forbidden, secret heaping of rich bronze curls that cloaked the
shaping of her most private part. Entranced, hardly daring to
breathe, Jerry gazed hungrily at the perfection of his mom's
gorgeous snatch, seeing how it was snugged between the symmetry of
her thighs, how the light played among the gleaming thatch that
hid the suggestion of her cunt lips. She was beautiful and
sensuous; she was enthralling and naked--and she was about to be
fucked.
Jerry clamped hard upon his distended cock as he watched his
dad peel out of his robe and move toward his mother, who held out
her smooth arms. Mack Winston went into the loving circle, his
prick out stiff and erect to nuzzle against the warmth of his
wife's belly. Her magnificent breasts flattened against the dark
hair of his chest as she lifted her crotch and swung the heated
mattress of her crotch against his pelvis.
Jerry's breath got caught in his throat as he saw his old man
slide hands down his mother's back to cup the twin hills of her
provocative ass. Drawing the tall, slender body to him, Mack held
it close, rubbing his cockhead up and down her satin belly. They
drifted together to the bed, sinking down upon it and lying side
by side as they caressed each other.
In the closet, Jerry fought to keep from jacking off when he
saw his mothers slim fingers curling adoringly around the
stiffness of his father's cock, when he saw the man's fingers
probing gently into the golden nest of her pubic hair and cupping
that exquisite pussy. How did it feel, Jerry wondered? Was it
hot and juicy against the palm, and did it tremble wetly there,
moving with a life of its own?
He was glad when they rolled over, when his mom spread the
marvelous shaping of her thighs and lifted her knees, for then he
could see the deep pink lips that peeped so cunningly from the
matting of her cunt hair. But the view was too quick, cut off far
too soon, when his father crawled in between the long, veed legs.
Daring to push open the closet door another inch, Jerry put
his eye to the crack and watched his old man position himself, saw
him bend down the glistening head of his cock and aim it into the
woolly pile of golden pubic curls.
His father had a pretty small shaft, he thought; it wasn't
nearly as long nor as thick as his own tool, but his mom seemed to
be very happy with it. She wiggled eagerly as the distended glans
prodded into her mound, and rolled her trim ass bewitchingly as
the blunt tip began to push through the mossy hair and nudge into
the humid magic of her pussy lips.
It was happening then, really happening--the cockhead sliding
up into the beautiful pussy, burying its flanged knob into the
secret depths as Angela wriggled blissfully to get it settled into
the silken lining of her torrid vagina. Inch by inch, the hard
meat glided on inside the gripping of that elegant cunt until it
slipped completely from sight, and Mack's hairy balls had nudged
themselves into the cleft of her uptilted ass.
"Oh, darling," Angela purred, "it's so good to feel your
nice, stiff prick in my pussy again. I really love you to fuck
me, and it never gets old, no matter how often we screw. Ooh,
Mack, Mack--lay that wonderful meat up into my cunt."
Jerry shuddered; this was the kind of sexy talk he had heard
them use, when he listened at the wall, and the words coming out
of his mother's mouth made his own cockhead dance with eagerness.
He watched his father's small prick begin to glide in and out of
the hot clenching of that special pussy, and saw Angela arching
her back lifting her hips so she could take the surging meat
deeper into her juicy cunt. Now Jerry could hear the small, wet
noises his mom's snatch made as it sucked upon his dad's pistoning
cock, and thought it must be the most exciting sound in the world.
"Baby," his old man panted, "no matter how many different
chicks I put it to, yours is still the best cunt anywhere around.
It's hot and tight and clinging, and you do so many wild tricks
with it. Angela, baby--I wish I could take you with me on every
trip, so I'd never be out of reach of this fabulous cunt."
Staring avidly, Jerry saw his mother wheel her ass and lift
those long, supple legs high so that she could wrap them around
the small of his old man's heaving back. She rolled up on her
shoulder blades then, holding onto her husband's shoulders,
gasping as his prick hammered steadily into her tremulous hole.
"Then you might not get to sample all that young pussy you
run into," she said throatily. "I wouldn't want to deprive you of
that new stuff, honey."
Jerry blinked; his mother was telling his father that she
knew he was screwing other women, and not only that--Angela
sounded as if she approved. What the hell did that mean? But he
didn't hold to the puzzle long; his mind was feverishly holding
onto the picture he was watching, the slippery, voluptuous
plunging of a hard prick into his mom's enchanted pussy.
"Oh baby," Mack grunted. "I wish I could screw you forever.
I wish I didn't have to catch that damned plane--and I wish you'd
be more careful about fucking around with guys in the
neighborhood, especially the married ones."
"Stick it to me," Angela hissed, wheeling her trim ass in
hungry circles and bucking her pelvis against her husband's
crotch. "Stick it to me deep and strong, darling--oohh! That's
the way--that's terrific! Ahh--honey, sweet man--I'm coming,
coming!"
Jerry clenched his fist around his tortured prick as he saw
his old man's cock blur back and forth into the heaving, steaming
pussy. Mack's balls seemed to twist and to leap upward, hnd Jerry
realized that his father was coming, too, that he was shooting off
inside the magical slit of his mother's scorching pussy. Man, oh
man, he thought; how would that feel, to squirt come up inside
that velvet sheath, to pump all that hot, sticky fluid into her
blazing cunt while she moaned and wiggled like that, riding the
meat even as it continued to spit and foam?
They hadn't taken as long as they usually did; most times,
they screwed for what seemed like an hour or so, playing around a
lot before they really went at it, then making the bed squeak and
rattle while they whispered things to each other about what good
screwing it was, and softer things that Jerry couldn't always
hear.
He was thrilled to have seen it, at last, but he was also a
little disappointed, because it was over so quickly. That was
because the old man had to catch the plane, he thought, and had
hurried through this goodbye piece of ass in order to get to the
airport on time.
Sighing, Jerry kept his eyes fixed on them as they lay on the
bed, bare-assed and locked together, his dad's shaft still buried
all the way up into his mom's golden cunt. He began to stroke his
own aching cock, moving his hand slowly and teasingly, and
wondering where he was going to deposit his load of semen. He
might let it go into one of his mom's fuzzy slippers, hoping that
she wouldn't put it on for days, or at least until the stuff had
dried.
Horny as he was, turned on so powerfully by actually seeing
them fuck, Jerry still took it slow, making it last, because he
also had to wait until they left the bedroom before he could sneak
out and make it to his own room. On the bed, his old man backed
the reddened cock from the soggy clenching of Angela's inflamed
pussy lips and rolled over to lie flat upon his back, the small
shaft softening perceptibly and dipping the shrinking glans over
to one side, a droplet of creamy semen still dripping from it.
"It's always fantastic," Mack sighed, "and maybe someday, I
won't have to keep running off on business."
Angela sat up, her full tits swinging, the nipples still
enticingly hard, and a sheen of sweat golden upon her belly. "But
until then, you don't want me tangled up in any more divorce
actions, right? Damn; who would ever have thought that Marcie
Smith would get so uptight, just because Kent and I balled a few
times? She could have divorced him without getting all our names
in the papers."
Mack patted his wife's damp pussy. "You know I'm all for you
getting the cock you need, baby, and I think I have the solution.
It's going to be one hell of a surprise for you, I know--but don't
let it shake you up too much. just remember that I'll be a lot
easier in my mind, if I know some jealous wife isn't going to be
having another summons served on you."
What was the old man talking about, Jerry wondered, his hand
slowing the caressing of his hard and hungry shaft. Had mom
really been laying other guys around the neighborhood? Maybe that
was why she kept sending him off to movies in the afternoons.
Jerry's head was spinning; it was weird to hear his mom say
it was okay for his dad to fuck other chicks while he was out on
the road, and even freakier to listen to his old man talk about
her screwing other guys. But they had always been different from
most moms and dads he knew, more open and up front about a lot of
things. He just hadn't included swinging sex, when he'd
considered that difference.
Now his prick was threatening to blow off on it's own, and he
choked it down, taking a deep and steadying breath. Eye to the
crack in the closet door, he watched his old man climb off the
bed, and thought he would never be able to leave that lush and
lovely body so quickly. Jerry ran his eyes up and down the supine
form of his beautiful, sensuous mother, drinking in the shapings
of her firm tits and flat belly and the magic compulsion of her
golden-haired mound, the lips plain now, inflamed and dripping
from the fucking that marvelous pussy had just received.
Then his view was cut off by the hulking shadow of his
father's nude body. Was the old man approaching the closet--this
closet? He wasn't supposed to; the other one was his. Jerry
tried to shrink back among the silken hangings, tried to make
himself very small and hide against the far wall, just in case.
When the door creaked, Jerry's heart hammered like a drum
gone crazy, and in blind, panicked reflex, he pulled his robe
tightly around his body. Light flooded in on him, and he curled
into a ball. But there was no real place to hide, nowhere he could
run, and his body jerked uncontrollably when the big hand reached
down to fasten in his robe and lift him to his feet.
His legs wouldn't work, and he sagged in his father's grip as
he was hauled out into the glaring light of exposure. Eyes
squeezed shut and trembling, he waited for the stinging slap of
that big hand, but worse than anticipation of the pain was his
embarrassment at being discovered.
"Easy, kid," his old man said from somewhere high above him.
"Just take it easy; nothing's going to happen to you--nothing bad,
that is."
Angela's voice came shocked from the direction of the bed:
"Mack--what was he doing in there? How did you know--why--"
Jerry felt himself being lowered to the bed, and hunched
miserably there, his eyes still shut.
His father said, "He's scared out of his mind right now, but
take a look at that tool, baby. Even when it's dooping like that,
it's big as any stud horse's. How'd I know the kid was hiding in
the closet? Because I shut that door when we left the room, and
noticed it was open a little when we came back. Besides, I saw
Jerry jacking himself off the other day, when he didn't know
anybody was around, and couldn't get over the size of that cock."
Jerry felt his shaft shrinking, folding in upon itself, even
though it had been so thoroughly aroused only a minute ago, and
ready to loose a spitting load of heavy semen. Now it was
shriveling trying to crawl back up into his belly.
His mother said softly, "Wow; I would never have believed a
cock could grow that big. Mack, do you mean for me--is that what
you have in mind, to keep me out of trouble in the neighborhood?
You want me to--to ball our own son?"
"Why not, baby? Look at how the poor kid is shaking, and
think how much guts it took for him, to crawl into that closet so
he could watch us screw. He must be so damned horny that he's
about to tear himself apart, and he's no doubt a cherry, a virgin
kid who can't keep his eyes off his sexy mom--and nobody can blame
him for that."
Jerry hunched smaller and considered making a break for the
door, but he knew the old man would catch him before he could
gather clothes and hit the road. Besides, the conversation wasn't
going the way he'd expected; it was getting damned interesting,
even though Jerry was still so frightened he couldn't think
straight.
His mother said softly, "Why--the poor boy; I thought kids
his age were out balling each other all the time. But it seems--
Mack, you're right; it's a terrific idea."
"I thought you'd see it that way," Mack chuckled, "especially
when you caught a glimpse of that heavy tool the kid is blessed
with. But we're ignoring the boy, talking about him as if he's
only a chunk of meat. Jerry--Jerry; what do you think, kid? Are
you up to it? Think you can handle all this passionate woman
while I'm gone, and see that she stays out of trouble?"
Jerry's eyelids fluttered, but refused to open. He swallowed
and tried to say something, but no words came out, and his mother
said, "We're scaring him to death. Here, darling--lie down beside
me and snuggle up close; there, baby--there."
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.
"Here," his old man said, "roll over, kid. Lift yourself up
there between those beautiful legs. There--isn't that better?
Don't worry about going soft; I scared you out of a hard, but
it'll come right back. Wiggle it up against her soft, hot cunt--
yeah, like that."
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.
"Look at that cock grow," his father said. "I still can't
quite believe the size of that thing. Baby, that huge prick
should keep you occupied for a hell of a long time; you won't find
anything else like it around here."
It was true; 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.
Grunting around the grip he still held upon her nipple, Jerry
hunched and felt the knob of his prick push into her pussy, and
his father let go the stem to say, "There, kid; you're on your own
now, and you'll make it just fine. Give your mom a good, long
fuck. I have to shower and get the hell out of here, or I'll miss
my plane. I'd really like to stick around and see you pour all
that hard cock to her, but I just can't. Next time, maybe."
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 her 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 her 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 she 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, 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--the fucking they
were doing. 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 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.
"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.
Their tongues met in avid twining, and their hot breaths
mixed. Angela was squirming beneath him when he felt her long,
limber body suddenly go tense. He wondered hazily what was wrong,
but his reflexes kept the slickened bud of his shaft prodding for
the entrance to her drenched pussy. Then her hands were pushing
at his chest, and she tore her mouth free from his to gasp a name.
"Debbie!"
The shock of it jolted through Jerry like a flash of
electricity, and other reflexes took over, rolling him from
between his mom's spread legs and onto the bed itself, where he
threw a startled glance at the open bedroom door. Then he pawed
for the sheet, trying ineffectually to cover his naked body.
Another woman was standing frozen in the doorway, her dark eyes
wide and stunned, her red mouth working convulsively, but not
making any sounds he could hear.
Angela came off the bed, making it to the closet with a
single long stride and flinging a pale robe around her body.
Swiftly then, she crossed the room and caught the other woman by
the wrists, holding her firmly.
"Debbie!" she said sharply. "Debbie Carter, if you're trying
to work up to a scream, I'll slap the hell out of you."
"A--Angela--I swear I had no idea--I swear I didn't know,
couldn't think that you and--and him--"
Over her shoulder, his mother said to Jerry, "Take it easy,
darling. Grab a shower or something, and give me time to talk
with her."
Wordlessly, he nodded, and watched his mom steer the neighbor
woman down the hall. Mrs. Carter's voice floated back: "You
haven't answered your phone and the car's in the driveway, so I
knew you were home, and--Angela; your own son?"
Oh damn, Jerry thought, flinging aside the sheet. Mrs. Carter
from next door; they should have remembered that mom was so thick
with the woman, having coffee a couple of times a day, gossiping
and going shopping together. If she and Angela weren't so close,
she wouldn't have come nosing around the house; she wouldn't have
caught them. wiggling naked together. He hadn't actually been
fucking his mother, but he'd been just about to, after eating that
succulent pussy and then jacking off onto her belly. Now what the
hell was going to happen?
Maybe the woman would be so shocked, she'd run and fink to
the cops or somebody; there was some kind of law, Jerry thought.
Even if Debbie Carter just accidentally spread the word around the
neighborhood, it might mean that they'd have to find another
place, he and dad and mom. Robotlike, his pole drooping, Jerry
climbed into the shower and got clean, got shining and scrubbed,
although he didn't know why. It was something to do, while his
mother tried to handle Mrs. Carter somehow, while she tried to
talk the woman out of doing anything goofy.
He felt too guilty to just hang around the room, though; it
was his fault, too. If there was going to be any flak over what
she'd seen, he ought to go out there and take his share, so Jerry
slipped into his robe and found some slippers and moved toward the
voices he heard in the kitchen.
There was the clink of glass on glass, and the rattle of ice
cubes. Good, he thought; his mother had Mrs. Carter drinking,
settling her down some. Jerry came quietly to the kitchen
entrance and stood there uncertainly. They had their backs to
him, both of them seated upon the high stools at the counter.
Angela was saying, "Look, Debbie--what the hell is so bad
about it? I don't think it's weird, and my son sure as hell
doesn't. And I'll tell you something else--neither does Mack."
Debbie flinched. "You--you mean that your husband knows that
you're laying your own boy--his boy? Oh wow! this is just too
much to absorb at one time."
His mom poured more whiskey into the other woman's glass. As
Mrs. Carter lifted the glass, he saw the firm movement of her
tits, and thought maybe for the hundredth time that she was a
foxy-looking chick. He had often sweated out the gleam of her
legs when she took sunbaths next door, and always sneaked a look
at the way her big breasts wobbled when she walked. She was built
a lot different from his mother; where Angela was long and slim,
Debbie Carter was round and shorter. His mother was a shining
blonde, and the other woman had deep black hair that went well
with her olive complexion. She was about his mom's age, Jerry
thought, give or take a year one way or the other, and plenty sexy
looking. If he hadn't been so wrapped up in dreams of his mother,
maybe he would have thought a lot more about screwing the neighbor
wife. But back then, both ideas had seemed impossible. Now, he
didn't know. It was an idea.
Debbie said then, "You told me about a couple of guys, and
that was okay. I mean, I've even been thinking about looking
around for some extra love-life myself, but your own--"
"Oh shit, Debbie," his mother said in exasperation. "Because
he's my own, that makes it all the better. You know why I
couldn't answer the phone, why I didn't come to the door? Because
that wonderful, horny kid has been giving me the fucking of my
life, day and night, for all that time. It's never been so good
for me. And when you came to the bedroom, did you see him?"
The other woman drank, and Angela poured booze over the ice
cubes. Then Debbie said slowly, a little thickly, "Then you mean
it wasn't my over-worked imagination? He--he really has a thing
that big? I thought it might have been the angle I saw it from,
or maybe the shock, or something. It's really that big?"
Angela laughed low in her throat and crossed her legs. Jerry
eyed the golden expanse of thigh that showed when the robe slipped
back. His mom said, "I didn't know they grew to that size,
either. But that beautiful, gigantic prick isn't the only thing
that makes my Jerry so special. He--that boy loves me like a
wife, a mistress, a whore, and I'm damned happy that I was the
woman who was privileged to take his cherry. I don't think
anybody else could have done him justice and taught him about sex
so well. He's unbelievable, Debbie; he's always hard, and he can
screw you tenderly or overpower you with his strength, hammering
that long, thick meat into your pussy until you're ready to faint,
you've come so many times. He can eat out your cunt until you
wish he could put all his head inside it and just swallow you
down."
Wobbling her glass down to the counter top, Debbie said, "But
Angela, it's incest and all that. I mean, I'll be the first to
admit that I don't get enough screwing at home, and it's not that
Lester isn't willing. I could be too much woman for him, or
something. But even if I was very hard up, I couldn't lay my own
son."
"That's because you don't have a son," Angela pointed out.
"You have a daughter. But you can bet your mortgage that if the
situation was reversed, if your husband was the hot pants one of
the family, and if you had to travel a lot, and if little Mary was
as hot as my kid--"
"Uh-uh," Debbie disagreed. "Never, never. Besides, I never
even imagined myself laying some kid half my age. A big, eager
man--okay; but a fifteen-year-old boy? He--doesn't that monstrous
thing bother you? Does it hurt?"
"Drink up," Angela said. "I'll join you. Here's to finding
out. That's the most appropriate toast I can think of, right
now."
Debbie had on a short dress, and it was hiked over her
rounded, satin knees. Jerry found himself staring at the shadowy
place between her parted thighs, up along those ripely formed
thighs snugged so slickly by panty hose. He wondered if Mrs.
Carter's pussy was thick with black and shining hair, and he felt
a lift of anticipation, because he knew what his mother had in
mind. If she could convince her friend to get screwed by him,
Debbie Carter wouldn't be likely to run blabbing over the
neighborhood, and everything would be cool once more. His mom had
said he would fuck plenty of other women, but he hadn't thought
the chance would arrive so soon.
Debbie said, "What? Are you telling me--offering me--"
"Why not?" Angela said soothingly. "After all, you're a
beautiful, attractive woman, a highly sensual woman who is
restless because you're not getting enough good, hard cock at
home. You're also my best friend, so why shouldn't I share my
greatest happiness with you? Since we're getting down to the
nitty, darling--I know you've been eyeing Mack and trying to get
up the nerve to make a pass at him. That would be okay, you know."
"Mack? I don't know what--your husband, too? You wouldn't
mind if I balled your husband, and you're offering me your son--
that handsome young kid with the--with that war club between his
legs? Gimme another drink, Angela."
"I'll get some more ice," Angela offered, and when she got
off the stool, she saw Jerry standing in the doorway. Lifting an
eyebrow at him, she smiled roguishly and winked. More loudly, she
said, "Don't you think Mrs. Carter is a lovely, sensuous woman,
Jerry? I'll bet she can be a terrific fuck, if she ever gets rid
of her uptight ideas."
He picked up the cue and moved toward Debbie as the woman
swung around on her stool. Mrs. Carter was pretty well smashed,
he saw, but she still hadn't completely gotten over her shock, and
the impact of the new, forbidden ideas. "Hi again, Mrs. Carter.
I agree with mom; you're really lovely and sexy. I always thought
that Mr. Carter was a lucky guy."
"So--so calm," she muttered. "Both of you, like it wasn't
anything to be caught doing it like that."
"Oh it was something," he said. "It was something wonderful,
but I was just getting ready to fuck my mother again. I wasn't
actually screwing her. We'd been doing some other far out things.
Does your husband go down on you, Mrs. Carter?"
She quivered and clenched her hand around her glass. He saw
the emotional heaving of her good, solid tits and the way she
squirmed on the stool. A full-bodied older woman who wasn't
getting her share of prick; a married woman old as his mom, or
older; Jerry felt the strong and eager lifting of his cock beneath
his robe. His mother had been right all along; no matter how much
he loved her, he could crave another pussy, too. He wondered if
Mrs. Carter would fuck differently, if she would shake her round
ass more wildly.
Wetting her lips with a trembling tongue, she whispered, "Not
often; just once in awhile."
Jerry moved closer and touched his hard cock to the swell of
her thigh. He could feel the heat of her sleek leg through the
robe, and said, "Mom tells me I'm very good at going down on a
pussy. I'd like to eat yours, Mrs. Carter. I'd like to make you
wiggle and shake and hump your hairy crotch into my face while my
tongue slips in and out of your juicy wet clun."
Debbie Carter quivered, and her voice was shaky as she said,
"You--you really know what to say to a woman, don't you? My
husband doesn't even talk to me like that; he won't use the words
right out."
Jerry pulled open his robe and pushed the length of his stiff
shaft against her thigh, moving his belly back and forth. Her
blurred eyes dropped to stare with disbelief at the head of his
prick.
"Migawd," Debbie muttered, "it looks like a cantaloupe."
"Touch it," Jerry urged. "Feel it all over. Mom has taken
it plenty of times, and she's got a nice, tight pussy."
The woman's hand shook as she felt his cock, and Jerry's
blood raced at the touch of a new and different feminine hand upon
his tool, and his own hands went out to gently cup the heavy
breasts presented to him as Debbie leaned forward to observe his
prick from close up. They felt round and solid, restrained by her
bra, but even through it, and the material of her dress, he could
feel the hard eagerness of her nipples.
Angela was beside them then, her hand covering her friend's
upon Jerry's pulsing meat, urging Debbie's fingers up and down,
pressing them upon the huge, flanged head and down the immense
staff. "All this wonderful, boyish cock," she whispered hotly.
"All for you, Debbie. Come on, darling; come on into the bedroom
with us."
As if she was hypnotized, Debbie slid off the stool, her hand
desperate around Jerry's club. "I--I have to call Lester first,
give him some story about how--how you're upset and I have to stay
with you for awhile."
The wall phone was close by, and Jerry stood beside the woman
while she spoke to her husband, that soft hand locked upon his
meat all the while. The idea was kinky, Mrs. Carter making excuses
to her husband while she held to a boy's hard cock. He grew more
and more excited, because they had her now--he and his mom had
convinced this good-looking married woman she should stay here and
get fucked by him. She wouldn't be tempted to expose the incest.
They got her into the bedroom, where she swayed uncertainly,
and Angela pulled the dress over her head, then the short slip,
and Jerry stared hungrily at the olive-toned flesh exposed to his
gaze. The bra cupped her big tits, and see-through panties
snugged the pouting shape of her opulent mound, flattening the
midnight black hair that grew so richly there.
It was groovy, standing bare-assed while his mother undressed
another woman for him, and Jerry massaged his prick in
anticipation of the new feast it was about to get. Debbie stood
quietly as Angela unhooked the bra, and the solid, heavy breasts
fell out; their tips were dark brown, different from his mom's
nipples, Jerry saw.
The panties came sliding down the sturdy thighs, down over
shapely calves as Mrs. Carter lifted her feet one by one. Her
vulva was even more thickly bushed than his mom's, Jerry saw; wiry
black hair lifted profusely all between her thighs, deeply furring
the tempting mound, and thinned as it worked up to her belly
button. It was an interesting pussy, an intriguing pussy, and one
that needed the good screwing he could give it.
Angela moved her best friend to the bed and eased her down
upon it. Jerry could see the woman's tits heaving in arousal, the
quivering of that rounded belly and the tremulous mound beneath
all its shaggy hair.
Debbie said, "You--you're not going to stay here, are you? I
never--Angela, I always make Lester put out the lights, and to
have another woman, even my best friend--"
"Of course, I'm going to stay and see it," Angela purred.
"For years, I've been wondering what kind of lay you are, and
now's my chance to find out. Besides, darling--we're going to be
sharing my son, so we might as well get used to each other."
Debbie closed her eyes, surrendering completely, and Angela
motioned for Jerry to get with it. She lay down beside her
friend, turning upon one side and propping her head on her hand.
With the fingers of the other, she played lightly with Debbie's
stiff nipples, flicking them daintily. "What lovely tits; Jerry
will really enjoy sucking them."
He climbed onto the bed, his pulses hammering and his belly
tight. It was great enough, getting ready to have his hard cock
sample an unknown snatch, but it was goovier yet to have his mom
right there, watching. He didn't figure she would be able to keep
out of it for long.
"Shall I go down on her first?" he asked, positioning himself
between Debbie Carter's veed legs and staring down at the
luxuriantly haired bush.
"I think so," his mother whispered. "The poor girl has never
really been loved orally, so do a good job, baby. You can fuck
her after she's really been turned on by your eating her cunt.
It's a gorgeous cunt, too--so hairy and plump."
The guy was right next door, Jerry thought; the man who was
supposed to kind of own this juicy pussy, and Lester Carter had no
idea that it was about to be eaten. Smiling to himself, Jerry
began to caress the still, lush body, cupping the melon breasts
and feeling the hard nipples throb in his fingers.
Do a good job, his mom said, so Jerry forced himself to take
his time. But when he lay down upon the softly giving body with
all its plump curvings, Debbie's lips were quiet, unmoving, and he
had to work his tongue between them. Her mouth tasted of whiskey
and something else--a waiting sweetness, an almost fearful anxiety
that was childlike. Had he been like that, the first time his mom
kissed him passionately? She was married and much older than he;
she had a girl almost his age, and she had been screwing her
husband for a lot of years, yet here she was, frightened of
getting something different on the side. That made him more
eager, made him feel wise and strong and experienced.
So Jerry stopped tonguing her mouth and moved down to nibble
her throat, to lick her ear. He felt a slight shudder of response
deep within her body and caressed her large, pillowy tits. The
nipple he drew into his mouth to lave with his tongue was very
stiff, and he kneaded the globe below as he sucked upon it. After
paying the same kind of attention to the other tit, he kissed a
hot trail down her rib cage and to the upper sweep of her rose-
olive belly.
Now his hands were sliding over her hips and along her ripe
thighs, and his tongue worked lasciviously, wetly, over her finely
textured skin. Moving down and across, he suddenly plunged his
tongue into the place where her thigh joined Debbie's hip,
corkscrewing it there. The woman bucked in reflex, her lush hips
swinging and her back arching violently as the strange sensation
flamed through her aroused body. While she was still twisting,
Jerry plunged his face into the thrillingly haired snatch
pulsating between her plump thighs.
He heard Debbie gasp in shock as his mouth burrowed deeply
into the fragrant thatch, and realized that her cunt hair was
quite different from his mother's. Angela's pubic hair was long
and silken, ringleted in gold; Debbie's pussy covering was wiry,
springy, and layered thickly, plus being black as a rainy
midnight.
Jerry drove his tongue into her labia, forcing it quickly and
avidly between those juicy lips and deeply into the jellied velvet
of her hole, eager to taste her love fluids, to know the exotic
flavors of a strange cunt. The woman's crotch jerked and fell,
and he licked avidly into her gash, sucked her cunt lips into his
teeth, and worried them like a puppy mauling fresh meat.
"Oh lord, oh lord!" Debbie panted. "He--he's not just
kissing it, like Lester does--he's really eating it! Uuhh! Oh! I
can't stand it, can't take it--it's too much; too much!"
Finding her clitoris hidden beneath a rich hooding of
sensitive flesh, Jerry drilled his tongue against the vibrant
nubbin, and was rewarded by the sudden, quick lunging of Debbie's
crotch into his teeth. Lapping furiously, tickling and sucking,
he dug his fingers into the resilient cheeks of the woman's full
ass and ate happily.
She churned her pelvis and ground her hairy snatch to him,
her ass swinging and rocking. See-sawing her pussy into his mouth,
Debbie cried out throatily that she was coming, coming, before her
voice was suddenly cut off, muffled into groans by something.
When the violent waves of her seething climax subsided, Jerry
lifted his dripping face and looked up the length of the plush
naked body to see his mother passionately kissing Debbie's mouth.
Chapter 7
Jerry couldn't wait; seeing his mom tongue-kissing another
woman made him hotter than ever, and as he watched her cup one of
Debbie's generous breasts, he climbed high between the woman's
wide-spread thighs and aimed his swollen cockhead down into the
thick brush of her steaming pussy. He could see the cunt lips
now, all greasy and inflamed by the eating he had given them,
looking juicy and appetizing.
His flanged knob pressed down through the shielding fur and
snuggled its blunt, leaking tip against the ineffable softness of
Debbie's labia. They were blazing, and he quivered as he pushed
his ballooned cockhead hard into them. He felt the woman's body
quake, felt the immediate response of her crotch as it lifted to
accept him.
Sparing a glance at the way his mom was squeezing her
friend's big tits, at the way she was avidly kissing the gasping
mouth, Jerry pushed more strongly, and felt his bulb slide into
the hot, soapy embrace of Debbie Carter's pussy. It felt as
wonderful as it had tasted, all shuddering and deep around his
shaft, and Jerry plunged his club deeper, reaching all the way
back, all the way up into the tight satin clinging of the new
snatch.
She jerked as he touched bottom, when his ridged knob came to
rest against the spongy cup of her cervix, and her vagina gripped
his buried prick like a sizzling, slippery glove with many
rippling fingers. Jerry wiggled it there for a long, breathless
moment, then began to draw it back for another thrilling stroke.
Debbie's hungry cunt followed, trying desperately to hold his
club locked within its juicy basket, squirmin around his
withdrawing cock and building up a powerful suction. He pulled
back until only her avid pussy lips were clinging to the flanges
of his bulb, then shoved the thick length of it all back into the
liquid depths of that wondrously salved snatch.
She felt just as tight as his mom, her cunt almost as rich,
and she was using that searing hole as if she had just discovered
the pleasures of fucking. Her pussy was greedy, gulping at his
prick, hidden muscles squeezing down upon the head when he buried
it, releasing him so he could slide back and forth into the hot
oils that were flowing so copiously within that exciting sheath.
Ripping her mouth from his mom's, the woman gasped, "Oh! Oh!
Your thing is packing me so tightly--your cock! Oh yes, that
marvelous, tremendous young cock. There--I said it, and I'll say
prick and how it's thrilling my cunt. Oh--uuhh! Darling boy,
beautiful boy--oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Yes mam'," he said, and continued to work his sturdy rod
powerfully into her heaving, bubbling gash. She was one hell of a
fuck, he told himself, comparing her twistings and wigglings to
the way his mother reacted when his dick was plunging into her.
Even if they were both hot as hell, the women moved differently,
he thought, and their pussy lubrication didn't feel quite the
same. He wondered what Mrs. Carter's husband would think, if he
could see his wife impaled upon this big, driving prick, if be
could watch how she was going crazy on the sliding meat.
His dad would sure get a bang out of seeing it, Jerry
thought, rolling his ass to make his cockhead rake all the tender
spots deep within the flexing snatch, to grind his root into the
pulsing clit. His dad would like to fuck this woman, too; he'd be
a dummy if he didn't, because this Mrs. Hard-up Carter was one
live and juicy piece of ass.
She was coming again now, slamming her cunt into his stem and
moaning while his mom played with the nipples of those great tits.
Jerry watched as Angela lowered her flushed face and began to suck
upon one of them, and his hard cock throbbed with pleasure. It
was freaky and thrilling to see that, to be fucking a woman while
his mom sucked her tits.
Trembling upon his sledging prick, Debbie fell back, her
thighs relaxing momentarily, and he kept right on pumping the good
meat to her twitching pussy. But he let go her ass and reached
around to find his mother's slim hand. Catching her fragile
wrist, he drew her hand down across Debbie's sweaty belly and
placed the fingers upon that wealth of springy hair.
"Go ahead, mom," he said. "You want to feel her up, I know.
And you told me to be honest in our sex, we should always do what
we want. It doesn't turn me off; I think it's great, to see you
all hot and loving up another woman."
He could feel the quiver of her fingers as they slid into
Debbie's mound to feel the stretched outline of the other woman's
cunt lips, so they could discover the slowly moving slippery
roundness of his distended cock.
Debbie really went crazy then, when Angela manipulated her
clitoris as Jerry's big shaft was hammering into the farthest
reaches of her oily pussy. Her heels drummed upon the mattress,
and she threw her arms around Angela's neck, drawing their mouths
violently together. Surging her hips, wringing Jerry's cock
around inside the narrow, boiling sleeve of her aroused cunt, she
laid it up to him in savage, demanding strokes, wanting more meat,
insisting that he drive it in her to the balls.
Giving her all he had, he felt the wet slapping of his bag
into the hairy crack of her gyrating ass, and knew that his orgasm
was gathering strength. The shaky feeling came racing up along
his thighs and his balls seemed to expand.
"You love it," he hissed. "You love my hard prick, Mrs.
Carter. You want me to keep fucking you and fucking you, until
your pussy collapses, and right now you don't give a shit about
your husband or anything else--you just need to ride on my stiff
meat. And here it comes, lady! Here it is, all for you--take my
come, you beautiful, hot-assed bitch!"
His semen spewed forth from the vibrating head of his cock
like a thundering river. It exploded far back inside her quaking
pussy, hurling the searing lava of his come over her womb and
wetly branding her vaginal walls. Great, slippery gobs of sticky
juice splattered her snatch, and his spitting cockhead ballooned
so wide that he thought he was going to get locked into the basket
of her cunt forever.
Cradled between her straining thighs, gripped by the hairy
power of her awakened labia, Jerry became aware that his mother's
fingers were still probing Debbie's cunt lips, that she was also
lightly fondling the root of his embedded shaft. No wonder the
other woman was still jerking and wriggling around on his dripping
knob; his mom was driving her wild, playing with the clitoris.
He held his shaft into Debbie's fluctuating hole while she
leaped her pelvis against his, as she came again and again, every
climax fierce and overwhelming. Jerry watched the woman's face
tense and go white, and saw the black eyelashes flutter
helplessly.
"She's about to pass out, mom," he said quickly, and slipped
his prick from the sheathing of her wet pussy, leaving a trail of
creamy semen down the inside of her olive-skinned thigh as he did
so.
Relenting, Angela eased up on her caresses, and when Jerry
backed from between the woman's thighs, she snuggled her friend
close, turning Debbie toward her so that their fine, high tits
fitted together and their smooth bellies met. Her peered closely
to see the golden cunt hairs pressing hungrily into the black cunt
hairs, and thought that the sight was something else, a vivid
image of love between two gorgeous, sexy women. He liked it; he
dug it very much, and wanted to see more.
Maybe they would go down on each other, eat each other's
juicy cunt, running their tongues in and out and wiggling all the
time, grinding their gorgeous asses and humping.
It was more groovy because they also wanted him too, perhaps
even needed him to make their loving complete. These women
weren't gay, he knew; he'd read about gay chicks and guys, but his
mom and Debbie both dug a man's fucking first. He wondered if
what they were doing, and the wilder things they would do in the
future, made them bisexuals. From the way they acted, neither of
them had ever been involved with a woman before, and maybe he had
been the catalyst that turned them on to doing their thing with
each other, after keeping the sensual urges secret for so long.
But after a minute or so of quiet adoration, they drew apart
and turned onto their backs. Debbie's eyes were still closed, and
her plush body was limp. Jerry realized that his mom had only
backed off to give her friend time to rest and recover, and
thought that the pussy-eating, the solid screwing, he had given to
Mrs. Carter must have shaken the woman tremendously, and her
sexual explosions had been considerably heightened by the touch of
homosexuality. For the moment, Debbie Carter was drained, spent,
pumped dry of emotions, and her head was probably going around and
around as all the new ideas spun madly inside her brain.
She was going to be fine, Jerry thought; Debbie was eager and
hot, and once she had fully accepted the open, honest approach to
being fucked, she would be an even better screw. He admitted that
by solving one problem, by he and his mother drawing this lusty
woman into their private circle, they had also added another
problem of additional dimensions. Right next door, never dreaming
that his wife had been so thoroughly screwed, was Lester Carter;
and somewhere around, was their young daughter.
Moving to the edge of the bed, Jerry swung his legs over and
put his feet down against the carpet. Mary Carter was a cute
little kid, all right, but she was still a kid. His experience
had been with older women, married women, and Jerry didn't think a
young chick could be a better fuck, in any way. Besides, she might
get all freaked out, if she was to discover that the kid next door
was putting the prick to her mom, and to his own mother, also.
And Mr. Carter: the man didn't seem at all like Jerry's dad;
he was no swinger, not the type of guy who would set up his son to
ball his wife. A quiet man, Debbie's husband, and kind of tired
looking most of the time. He didn't do much, except watch TV and
read, when he wasn't working. But he might be able to get real
pissed off if he found out Jerry was screwing his wife.
Mom would have to work all this out with him, he thought,
looking down at his softened prick. It might be possible for them
to keep it undercover, making it with Debbie, but when his dad
came home, they'd have to tell him, and let Mack Winston in on
some of that slippery, greedy pussy. His mother had said that
Debbie already had the hots for his dad, and it would be a shame
to deprive them of the chance to get together and ball.
Picturing that, his horny father pumping away between
Debbie's ripe thighs, Jerry thought it would be fun, to be right
there next to them, and pounding the cock to his mom at the same
time. They could come in one pussy, then swap over to another
one.
He went into the bathroom to take a leak, and when he came
back out, his mother was sitting up, looking graceful and
extremely beautiful. He'd never tire of seeing her this way,
Jerry knew, her nude body glistening, her magniflcent tits
thrusting out so proudly, their strong nipples like luscious pink
cherries.
She said softly, "Debbie is coming around, darling. Do you
think you can make it with her--with us--again, before she has to
go home? She can't stay over here with us all night, you know, as
much as we would like her to."
"Sure," he answered. "You were right, mom; screwing another
woman is exciting, but I'll always be hung up on your sweet pussy.
Do you have anything special in mind? I mean, I can see that you
want to swing with her yourself, and I can wait, or help you some
way--"
Angela shook her head, the golden waterfall of her thick hair
spilling over the creamy roundness of her bare shoulders. "I can
always do that, but right now, I think I'd really enjoy you
banging us both, or feeding us your lovely cock, or doing all
that."
"I'm ready," he said, fondling his prick and feeling the
surge of blood beginning to pack the shaft, knowing the lifting
and swelling of his ever ready cockhead.
On the bed, Debbie stirred, her eyes opening slowly, dark
eyes with a new and heady excitement moving within them like so
many little hot lights. "You two are talking about me as if I'm
not here. Yes, I was shaken clear down to my toes by what I did,
and by what was done to me. But I'm ready, too--for anything."
"Okay," Jerry said. "I don't know if you've ever eaten your
husband's cock, but from the way you talked about him only kissing
your pussy, I figure you haven't. So I'm going to fuck you for
awhile first and get you heated up again, then I'll feed you my
meat. And if I can hold out all right, I'll do the same thing to
my mother, going back and forth between you.
Debbie Carter trembled, but firmed her chin and repeated,
"I'm ready."
So he climbed onto the bed and set himself back between her
chubby thighs, comparing their ripe roundness with his mom's long,
sleek ones, and liking them both. Jerry didn't wait, didn't even
take time to caress the woman's mellow tits or to fondle her legs;
he poised his spread glans against the greasy lips of her shaggy
cunt and speared up into the drenched sheath of her vagina.
Already recovered from his last ejaculation, Jerry felt
strong, as if he could fuck all night and well into the next day,
and he knew a little twinge of regret that this lush and lovely
woman couldn't remain with them through the evening, sleep with
them. He drove his big staff home to the hilt, lancing her deeply
with its hardness and slamming the head to the far end of her
tight snatch, Debbie shook with the force of that initial plunge,
recovering to grind her pelvis avidly into his own, humping
swiftly and frantically to have herself another gratifying orgasm,
and he felt that she was also worrying about having to cut short
her screwing.
Stroking her until Debbie shuddered to a quick, wet climax,
he pulled out and climbed up her supine body, straddling it and
bending down his slippery prick to place it between the generous
mounds of her breasts. Squeezing the globes together with both
hands, Jerry worked his ass back and forth, sliding his balls over
her warm skin, titty-fucking her as she stared big-eyed down to
watch his bulging knob pop out.
He took weight from her and leaned forward, letting go her
breasts and taking hold of her head. Debbie flinched. "I--I never
did this before. Will it hurt? It's so big, Jerry, I don't know
if I can--"
Not giving the woman a chance to think it over and perhaps
cop out because of her programming, he forced the rubbery, slick
bulb of his reddened prick to her lips and commanded, "Eat it."
Trembling, her red lips parted, and he thrust his cockhead
between them, giving her a taste of her own pussy as well, filling
her startled mouth with his glans. Her mouth was smaller than his
mother's, he found, and her cheeks puffed out as her tongue
quivered beneath his knob, but the cavity was just as hot and
slippery, so he stroked it gently into her face, the lightly
haired sack of his balls against her chin. He could feel the
nipples of her big tits touching them below, and exulted in the
sensation of complete dominance over this lovely woman, this other
man's wife who had never eaten a cock before.
But as Debbie got into the swing of the act, and started to
wiggle her tongue around, Jerry remembered that his mother needed
some more sex, too, that she was waiting patiently beside them.
He backed his tingling prick from Debbie's lips and moved over.
One knee upon each side of his mom's golden head, he let her
nibble at his balls, and felt her agile tongue sliding up beneath
his hard shaft before it curled around his puffy knob. She took
it into her lips, slid the tip along the roof of her mouth, and
her fingers toyed with the rest of the pole she couldn't get
inside, played with his balls.
His mother kept her blue eyes open, staring up into his, as
if she was also making a deeply moving physical contact that way,
letting him see the sensuous enjoyment she was getting from
sucking on his cockhead. She really knew how to do it, he
thought, grinding his crotch and working his glans around her
mouth, over her tongue and against the slidy heat of her inner
cheeks.
But if he kept it up, he knew damned well she would make him
come, and Jerry wanted to satisfy her first. She moaned and made
a face when he slid his bulb from between her siphoning lips, but
he drew it down between the satin heapings of her breasts, then
across the trembling arch of her white belly. When he reached the
sultry hairing of her pulsing mound, his mom was lifting it to
him, aching for the immersion of his meat into her wetly eager
snatch.
Closing about the smooth thrust of his prick, Angela's
trained pussy pulled him into its flexing depths, into the greasy,
thrilling hole that snugged it so well. Jerry held it shoved full
length into her for a long, erotic moment, not stroking as his mom
wriggled passionately upon the embedded knob. She had that very
special moistness, that particular motion that seemed more sexy
than any other woman could develop, and he adored the cunt he was
jammed into.
Angela rode his staff with serpentine rollings of her svelte
hips, with lithe and hungry pistonings of her pelvis, and Jerry
saw that she was holding tightly to Debbie's hand. Forcing his
stem more strongly up against his mother's clitoral hood, he
pumped steadily, trying to concentrate on other things, in order
to bring her to a good orgasm without going off himself.
The husband next door, he thought; the cute girl who'd
probably freak right out if she could see what was happening upon
this bed. If either of the remaining Carter's saw their mother-
wife bare-assed and panting for him, they'd think they'd gone
crazy. Or else, they'd get so hot they couldn't stand it.
Almost as hot as he was getting, he thought, and was glad
when his mother shivered violently, her pussy thrumming around his
sliding rod as she came in a series of twisting humps of her
crotch. Jerry let his cock rest in her for awhile, scared to move
for fear his semen would come leaping out before he was ready and
she felt so damned good, so squishy and wiggly in the seething
depths of her magic cunt.
It was several seconds before Jerry even dared to whip out
his prick and lean back upon his haunches. The air cooled his
feverish cock somewhat, and he saw that Debbie's eyes were fixed
with fascination upon the polished, reddened knob that glistened
from the warm juices of the pussy it had just left.
"I think I can make one more round," he said, and moved over
to place himself between the woman's plush, thighs. The black
dewiness of her vulva shone up at him, anxious to be stretched
once more by the long thickness of his swollen prick.
Taking more time to let the pressure subside in his balls, he
slipped a finger into the red lips of her steaming labia, and
probed the velvet sleeve of Debbie's pussy for while, coming up as
she squirmed to manipulate her clit; it was bigger than his mom's,
he discovered, almost like a little prick standing out hard and
trembling. Jerry teased it until the woman came furiously, her
marvelously haired snatch bucking, as she cried out in intense
pleasure.
When she had sagged back, he took out his finger and set the
spongy bulb of his rested prick into those beguiling, bearded cunt
lips and shoved. They opened to take him in, going elastic and
spreading to encircle the heavy roundness of his distended cock.
His meat filled her pussy, packed it from end to end, and Debbie
wriggled upon it.
"It's always so big and hard," she panted. "Oh, I can't
believe that my pussy can take it all. Ahh, darling! You touch
bottom with every stroke, and your cockhead feels like it's going
to come out through my stomach. Oh--ahh--lay it into my cunt, you
sweet boy; fuck me over and over, because I love you, because I
adore that big, wonderful prick of yours."
Rocking backward and forward into the furry basket of her
crotch, Jerry hammered his shaft into her greedy snatch, building
her to a softly shrieking climax. Debbie's cunt tried to eat up
his prick, clamping and jerking upon it, and she clawed at his
shoulders with hooked fingers as she came, and came again.
Jerry's heart was pounding and his balls were threatening to
blow themselves apart. Swiftly, he yanked his slippery cock from
the suction of her undulating pussy and crawled back up Debbie's
nakedly heaving body. Catching her black hair in both hands, he
lifted her face as he guided the greasy head of his hard shaft
against her gasping mouth. The woman's red lips were soft, and he
saw the flash of her white teeth before the swollen bulb of his
prick covered them.
"Eat It now," he hissed, sliding his glans far into her mouth
and touching the tip of it against the silken goblet of her
throat. "Gobble it on down, Mrs. Carter--suck on my cock and lick
it, as you never did to your husband. I'm going to pump my come
right on down your throat this time, Debbie; you're going to
swallow it all, drink it down."
Maybe Debbie struggled a little, or she might have simply
been eager to get with it, but he held her head in position
anyhow, and fed his meat back and forth into her mouth. Jerry
fucked her mouth, packed it and stroked it, running his cockhead
across her quivering tongue and over the roof of her mouth, but
being careful not to choke the woman as he reached into her
throat.
Like a steam line breaking, his prick suddenly jetted live
hotness into Debbie Carter's mouth, a gush of bubbling thick semen
that puffed out her cheeks and flooded her tongue. The rich cream
hosed far back into her throat, and she had to swallow rapidly, so
she could breathe around the deluge. Jerry felt a growing suction,
a drawing pressure upon his knob as the woman sucked upon it, as
his vital juices flowed down her throat and into her belly. She
didn't flinch at her first inundation of come, but reveled in its
release, her eyes closed in rapture and her full body arching.
Angela said softly, "Oh wow--she loves semen as much as I do;
she's just never had a chance to swallow it before. See, Jerry--
in a way, you got a cherry from her, did something to Debbie that
no man ever did. But every time you put that immense cock into a
woman, it makes her feels as if she's being fucked for the first
time, anyhow."
Holding it in the woman's mouth until she had drained the
final droplet of his juice, Jerry then backed it from her greedy
lips and lifted himself from off her body. He felt damned good,
being able to turn on a pair of such lovely women as these two,
and even if there was a slight nagging in the back of his head, a
fear of discovery by Debbie's husband, he sublimated it. Hell, he
thought, lying down upon his back between the two beautiful,
warmly naked bodies, he would fuck Debbie and his mom even if he
knew somebody would beat the shit out of him because of it.
He put a hand upon each of their palpitating cunts and cupped
the hairy mounds lovingly, his center flngers lightly probing the
greasy slits buried so deeply in different colored pubic hair.
Snatches like these should never be allowed to go to waste, and as
long as he could raise a hard, he would see to it that they didn't
stay empty for long. And if his cock went soft for some unknown
reason, he'd pack each delicious pussy with his tongue.
Besides, he thought, his mother and her best friend certainly
had a thing for each other, and they would soon be fulfilling
their desires in that direction. He would watch and join in,
share them as they shared their bodies and their love.
Nothing else mattered.
Chapter 8
Next morning, Jerry dived into a heavy breakfast of bacon and
eggs and buttered toast, topped by both milk and coffee and
preceded by fruit juice and vitamin pills. Besides being hungry,
he was taking no chances on losing any strength.
They had gotten Debbie Carter together last night, helping
her to dress and to do something about her hair and makeup, so
that she looked reasonably presentable when she went home to her
husband and daughter. She hadn't really wanted to leave, hut they
all knew it was best, and as she kissed them both goodnight, she'd
promised to return as soon as she could.
Finishing the last of his coffee, Jerry stretched his legs
and said, "Mom--what about Mr. Carter and Mary? I mean, if we
want to keep Debbie with us for any length of time, we're running
the chance of him walking in on us some day, just like she did."
"I know," his mother answered, "and I've been thinking about
that. Since Lester isn't working this weekend it's probably as
good a time as any, too. I guess the best thing for me to do is
to seduce him, get him to lay me, so he can't make Debbie feel
guilty about her own swinging. Still, some men cling to that old
double sex standard, and he might not go for his wife fucking
someone else, even if he is."
"Maybe she can help work on him with you," Jerry suggested.
"If she talks to him, really talks to him, she might get him all
turned on. I know talking with you about screwing does it to me."
Angela snapped her fingers. "You may be right, darling. Our
friend Lester could be made horny as hell, if Debbie brought it up
to him, if his own wife sort of offered me to him as a new and
exciting lay. It might put a lot more zip into their sex life,
too. I don't think that Lester is actually a cold type; he's just
in a rut, tired of the same old screwing, no matter how good it
is."
Carrying his dishes to the washer, Jerry put them away and
said, "They never ate each other."
"Blame the rut they're in, and all that early programming,
and probably the fact that most married couples never really talk
to each other, never bring their sexual secrets out into the open.
Your father and I were lucky, right from the beginning, and now
you'll never be hidebound by a bunch of propaganda that can only
make you frustrated and unhappy."
Jerry patted his mother's sleek ass and grinned. "No way for
me to be frustrated now. I've had the best, and if I never get to
fuck all the rest, I'll still be happy. How are you going to do
it, mom--set him up, I mean?"
She kissed his cheek and he felt the mounded pressure of her
proud breasts. "I'll call Debbie and clue her in, tell her to
bring him over here. Maybe you shouldn't be around, though--not
at first, anyway. After we've gotten Lester going, you can join
the party."
"Okay," he said, stroking her hips as she stood softly
against him. "But where are you going to lay him, living room or
bedroom? I want to see and hear it all."
Angela frowned. "The living room, I think. I'll feed him
some brandied coffee and move him in there on the couch. If you
get over in the corner behind your father's big chair, you'll be
out of sight." She kissed him again, this time upon the mouth, her
tongue darting and honeyed. "I'll miss you, baby. Of course, I'm
excited about screwing a different man, about trying a new prick,
but I'll miss you, anyhow."
"I can wait," Jerry said, and she went to the telephone to
make the arrangements. He heard her whispering instructions to
Debbie and listened to the small argument that seemed to be going
on, but evidently the other woman soon agreed.
"Have to run and make myself very sexy," Angela said. "Don't
let him see you, dear."
He felt a burgeoning of excitement as he went into the living
room and took cover behind the big leather chair. From there, he
could look into the kitchen and see as well as hear everything
that went on. The couch was to his right, across the room, and
Jerry had a clear view of that, also. Leaning back against the
wall, his old robe wrapped around his body, he remembered that he
hadn't gotten dressed in several days. It had been one long,
terrific honeymoon with his mom, all that magnificent fucking and
eating each other, spiced at the end by Debbie Carter's
participation. He had the edge on his dad there; Mack didn't have
another woman join in when he had married mom.
Peering around the chair, he saw his mother come back into
the kitchen; she wore her slinky red dressing gown, the one that
clung suggestively to every curve of her long, lithe body.
It added a tantalizing, mysterious quality to her already
beautiful body, because the shimmering material couldn't quite be
seen through, because the suggestions of nipples and the outlines
of luscious breasts were barely guarded. As Angela moved to the
counter, the gown flowed around her sleek hips, and there was just
a quick, teasing flash of her long, supple legs. Luxuriously, her
sun-gold hair purled down her back, a pendulum to call attention
to the swinging of her shapely ass. If Lester Carter didn't raise
a hard just looking at her, he didn't have any balls, and was
beyond hope.
Though he'd been expecting it, Jerry jumped a little when he
heard the knock on the back door. He stared as Debbie preceded
her husband into the kitchen and saw her kiss his mother on the
cheek as usual, even if he knew damned well that she wanted to
blend hot tongue to wet tongue.
Lester was a redhead, a nice looking guy about five-ten and
weighing possibly 190--plenty big enough to beat the hell out of a
skinny kid for dicking his wife, and Jerry found himself wishing
hard that nothing would go wrong. He and his mom and Debbie might
sneak around for months, fucking whenever they got a good chance,
but sooner or later, they'd get caught at it.
He had another idea then: his dad had asked him to keep his
mom out of trouble, to fuck her so well she wouldn't even be
interested in screwing anybody else. Yet here they were, working
out a plot to bring in another man. Jerry told himself that it
wasn't really the same, because the guy's wife was already part of
the family screwing, and wouldn't be yelling for a divorce.
"Sure," Lester said to the offer of brandy and coffee, as the
women maneuvered him onto a stool between them, "but I don't know
why Debbie dragged me over here. I mean, if you and Mack are
having problems, I don't know what the hell I can do to help."
Angela said, "A man's viewpoint might do some good. Here's
to solving problems, then."
Jerry noticed that the man's eyes kept flitting over to
Angela's tits, then hastily away, and knew that Lester must be
getting a good whiff of her musky perfume. No doubt, he had eyed
her lots of times before, dreaming a little about how good it
would be to feel those slender legs wrapped around him while he
fed his meat to the unknown juiciness of her pussy. But Lester
had never gotten up enough nerve to make a pass.
Debbie sat up straighter. "While we're at it, we may as well
discuss our own hangups, Les." She looked great, Jerry thought,
dressed in a simple pants suit that brought out all the ample
curves of her mature body, and he felt a little thrill,
remembering what a crazy fuck she had turned into once she let
herself go, recalling the way she had gulped at the semen he
pumped into her throat.
Even though Angela's thigh was pressing against his own, the
guy looked sharply at his wife. "Not here, Debbie."
"Here is the right place," she insisted, "because I think I'm
going to shock the hell out of you, Les." Taking a deep breath
that pushed her big tits strongly against her blouse, Debbie
continued: "I haven't been happy with our sex life for a long
time, and you haven't, either. Angela and I talked it over, and
we decided that what you need is some variety."
Lester poured himself some more of the heavily laced coffee.
"Damnit, Debbie--"
But his wife plunged on. "Don't you think Angela is
beautiful? Isn't she sexually attractive? I've seen you watching
her, Les, and I can imagine what you were thinking."
"Sure, she's beautiful, but that doesn't mean--"
Jerry saw his mother slide one hand over onto the man's
thigh, and watched Lester flinch as if the fingers were red-hot,
and thought maybe they were.
Debbie said, "Well, we're giving you a chance to make your
erotic daydreams come true. Angela wants to make it with you,
too. I approve, Les--I really want you to screw my best friend.
That's why I brought you over here."
The man swallowed noisily. "Wh--what? Debbie, what the hell
are you--this isn't you; you never talked like--much less came up
with such a wild idea; I don't know what's gotten into you."
"It's what you have the opportunity to get into," Debbie
said. "Look at Angela, damnit! She has such lovely breasts, and
her legs are so long and graceful; she's a truly passionate woman,
and she's willing, Les. She's more than willing--she's hot, hot."
Now Jerry watched his mom's hand creep into Lester Carter's
crotch, fingering there while she leaned a firm breast into his
upper arm, while her scented breath was warm at his ear.
Angela said, "It's not a wild idea, Lester; you're getting
hard."
Debbie leaned against her husband from the other side, and he
was pinned between his wife and the woman he wanted to screw more
just then. "Go ahead," his wife said. "Feel those firm tits, her
thighs; think of her pussy, all hot and juicy, just begging for
your hard cock."
"Damn!" Lester said with a gush of pent-up breath. "Debbie--
Angela--I--I just--"
"Come on," Angela said then, lifting his hands to place them
upon her breasts. "There--that was easy, wasn't it? Do you like
my tits, Lester? They're not as big as your wife's, but I think
they're pretty good. Feel how hard my nipples are--almost as hard
as your prick, darling."
Stunned, the man allowed himself to be nudged to his feet and
moved on shaky legs between them to the living room. Jerry could
see the bulge in his pants now, the outline of a good-sized shaft,
but nowhere near as big as his own.
"There," Angela purred, "just sit back and let us take off
your clothes. Debbie--you get his shirt, while I take off his
shoes and pants, okay?"
They stripped him quickly, yanking and pulling, and when
Lester was naked on the couch, Angela ran her fingertips over his
upright cock. "So this is what Debbie hasn't been getting enough
of--it's a nice, hard one, too. And you have lovely balls,
Lester; they seem very full."
Chokingly, the man muttered, "Either I'm drunk or crazy, but
I'm not stupid enough to turn this down."
Standing away from them then, Debbie said, "I'll just slip
over there and leave you two to make it by yourselves from here
on."
Her husband didn't even look up as she walked quickly to sit
in the big leather chair where Jerry was hiding, and he wondered
if Debbie knew he was behind it. Her eyes were fixed intently
upon the couch, where Angela was disrobing now, and Jerry watched
with her to see his mother's compelling body exposed.
She stood proudly, arching her back and making her high, fine
tits stand out, rolling her hips lithely as the dressing gown
floated down to the floor. Her burnished hair gleamed and drew
Lester's eyes like a magnet. Jerry saw the guy's prick throb and
looked closer at it; the rod was stumpy but solid, patterned by a
blue network of swollen arteries, the head a bright and glowing
red, as was the hair in his crotch and over his distended balls.
"All for you," Angela said, and climbed long-legged onto the
couch, pushing him down gently upon his back, so that the man's
eager shaft stood straight up. "Let me do it all, Lester."
All the guy could do was nod, his eyes wide and his prick
bobbing hungrily. Behind the chair, Jerry came to his knees and
reached around for Debbie's hand. The woman jumped at the touch,
but instantly realized who he was. He drew her hand back and
placed it upon his dilated cockhead as they watched his mother and
her husband on the verge of fucking each other. It was groovy for
Jerry, because the guy had no idea his wife was feeling another
prick at the time.
Lester was mesmerized by the sleek body poised above him, the
slender, polished thighs widespread to expose the golden wonder of
Angela's lustrous mound and the dewy pinkness of her cunt lips.
His hands went trembling up to take her slim waist, and she
wrapped one hand around his cock, holding it still as she brought
her hairy crotch slowly down.
When the silken hairs touched the tip of the man's prick,
Jerry thought Lester would leap off the couch, but he settled back
as Angela wriggled her smooth ass and pressed her humid labia
against his knob. It slid eagerly up into her hot sheath, inch by
expanded inch, until she was sitting against his pelvis, until
only his balls were outside the slippery marvel of her practiced
cunt.
Humping into Debbie's hand, Jerry dug the scene, watching his
mother's gorgeous ass shift back and forth so the man's cock was
rolled lasciviously around inside her snatch. He had seen his
dad's prick slipping in and out of that magic box, and knew the
sensations it could bring to his own stiff meat; now he was
observing a new rod pumping into his mom's precious pussy, and
could see that she was enjoying it, that the newness was thrilling
her. And he realized that possibly she was turned on even more,
knowing the man's wife was seeing every grind of her crotch, each
voluptuous spiral of her ass.
Debbie's hand suddenly whipped from his cock, and Jerry
blinked in surprise, until he saw that she was tearing off her
clothing, flinging the pants suit into the air as she got naked.
Her big, soft tits were heaving, their nipples standing out brown
and hard.
Over on the couch, Angela was really laying it to Lester, her
belly wheeling and dipping, one hand behind the man's head as she
fed a nipple into his suctioning mouth. The cheeks of her satiny
ass tightened and let go, and she had her knees drawn up high,
rocking and seesawing upon the engorged meat buried inside her
driving pussy.
Lester hung on, stroking back with frantic liftings of his
pelvis, reaching up into the juicy glory of that wildly spasming
vagina he had dreamed about. The wet, sexy, noises became louder,
and Jerry could hear their bellies slap together, hear the rasping
of their breath and the moans of his mother as she drew near to
her orgasm with this new lover.
"Fuck him!" Debbie hissed from the chair, squeezing hard upon
both her naked breasts. "Fuck him, Angela--make him come in you!"
And blindly, she pawed back for another grip upon another
prick, one that Jerry happily slid into her fingers. He didn't
take his eyes from the furiously screwing pair on the couch, and
when his mother trembled and threw back her head in ecstasy, he
knew she had come. Lester's balls jerked upward only a split
second later, and the man dug his fingers into the smooth cheeks
of Angela's ass as he strained his crotch to hers and fired the
wad of his semen up into her shuddering cunt.
His mom loved the feel of hot jism spurting into her, Jerry
thought, loved it any way she could get it, and he was glad for
her now. And now Lester Carter couldn't say a damned thing about
his wife balling another guy, even a young kid, because he'd never
want to be deprived of his new, enthralling pussy.
Chapter 9
Debbie's hand drew Jerry around the chair, and he stood
uncertainly as the woman held onto his stiff prick. There on the
couch, Lester Carter's shaft was still embedded to the balls
within Angela's golden pussy, and the guy was panting hard, his
red-haired chest rising and falling almost as fast as his cock had
been, moments ago.
But Jerry still felt a little nervous, to be standing naked
with the man's wife tugging upon his swollen rod. He didn't
resist though, when Debbie slid from the big leather chair and
pushed him down onto the seat. She balanced upon her widespread
feet, staring at her husband and Angela, fondling her own heavy
breasts, fingering the stiff nipples and rolling her plush hips
from side to side in an intriguing motion.
"You did it," she said to her husband. "You fucked Angela,
and did a good job of it, too."
Lester rolled his head to look at his wife, blinking as he
saw she was naked, his hand still cradling another woman's slim
ass. "Y--yes I did. But remember, you asked me to do it."
Sliding her head down over her mellow body, Debbie said,
"Yes, and I enjoyed it as much as you did. I got a thrill out of
seeing you two screw, out of watching my husband stick big cock
into my best friend's pussy--even though you haven't balled me in
more than a month."
For the first time, Lester seemed to focus upon Jerry,
looking beyond his wife to where Jerry sat in the chair, with his
huge prick tall and thick as a fence post.
"There's somebody else--it's the kid; it's Jerry! Has he
been there all this time?" Lester let go Angela's ass and seemed
to shrink, but there was no place to hide.
"Yes," his wife answered, her flngers playing down into the
rich hairing of her opulent mound, and her hips rolled faster,
more erotically. "Yes, Jerry watched you pour the prick to his
mother, just as you're about to see him slide that gigantic young
meat into your wife's hot cunt."
"Debbie--you really mean--"
"Damned right," she said. "You'll have to get used to a lot
of things from now on, Les, starting with this."
Jerry saw that his mom was beginning to lift her crotch, and
saw the agile shifting of her buttocks as she moved the man's
shaft out of her sweet pussy. Lester must have thrown one hell of
a wad, he thought. When the inflamed knob came into view, it was
still leaking semen; a trickle of white fluid was draining down
the reddened staff to puddle around the base.
Angela sat up then and moved along the couch lifting the
man's knees and placing them across her lap. She looked more
wonderful than ever to Jerry; right after she had been fucked her
skin glowed, and there was a deep inner radiance to her, an
exceptionally sultry look to her face. She said to Lester,
"Relax, darling, and watch them. It's good for all of us."
The guy had no choice, Jerry thought, his eyes now upon the
well-cushioned cheeks of Debbie Carter's olive-skinned ass as they
gyrated sensuously before him; Lester couldn't deny his wife the
same fun he'd just had.
Debbie was glorying in her newly released sensuality, going
full blast, blazing hot because of the coupling she had seen, and
eager to show her husband what a great piece of ass she could also
be, to someone else. Her rounded flesh was all trembling, her
heavy tits swinging as she swayed and humped, her fingers teasing
into her own cunt.
"Look at the size of this boy's wonderful prick," she said.
"Isn't it terrific, Les? At first, I didn't think I would be able
to get all that gorgeous meat up into my pussy, but I did. When I
screwed him before, Jerry just about fucked me into a faint.
Watch me take him on again, Les--watch me ride his cock."
She backed toward him, and Jerry spread his legs as he lifted
his hands to put them upon her hips. She didn't lower her crotch
upon his upright pole right away, so he reached around and played
with the shaggy, wiry mound of her pulsing cunt. He wondered what
her old man thought of that, seeing another guy caressing his
wife's lush snatch, cupping the humid mound and fingering down
into the hot, rubbery lips that Lester himself had fucked so many
times.
Now Debbie was bending a little so that she could fondle the
distended head of his ready prick, her face lifted so she could
stare into her husband's stunned eyes, and Jerry felt that the
woman was smiling every moment. He felt her woolly vulva touch
against the end of his glans, felt the beat flowing from her
trembling labia, and thought that Debbie was aroused as she had
never been before, turned on by the presence of her husband and
showing off for him.
Inch by slow, tantalizing inch, Debbie Carter lowered herself
upon Jerry's iron-hard club, her pussy lips quivering open to
stretch themselves over his dilated bulb. They were searingly hot
and juicy, and when she slid gently downward along his shaft,
Jerry heard her gasp with delight when the stiff meat fllled the
narrow sleeve of her oily snatch. Her soft ass cheeks came down
against his pelvic bone, and he was locked into the slick depths
of her vagina.
Now he was able to reach the generous globes of her resilient
breasts, and cupped them lovingly, his fingers rolling the
erectile nipples while he nuzzled into the back of Debbie's neck
where the black hair was silken and perfumed. Over her bare
shoulder, he could see Lester's face; it was intent, the eyes
focused upon the spread, glistening lips of his wife's cunt, upon
the thick, round prick that made them elastic.
"Oohh," Debbie moaned. "It feels so wonderful, filling my
cunt like this. This young cock stretches me wide, Les--it
doesn't leave an inch of my pussy untouched. Oohh! So good, so
sexy, so hard and big--"
She rocked sideways upon his submerged tool, ground her
crotch thrillingly against the stem of it, panting as she flipped
her ass around in lascivious wheelings, and braced her hands upon
her knees for better balance.
"Man," Jerry sighed, "your wife really has a hot and juicy
cunt, Mr. Carter. She's wringing my prick with it, and she's all
greasy velvet inside, all slippery and hot. Her ass is soft and
her tits feel great in my hands. Your wife is a fine piece of
ass, man."
Lester quivered, but it might have been because Angela was
playing with the guy's upright prick Jerry thought. His mother
was teasing the golden flood of her hair over the cockhead and
probing long fingernails into the man's balls, but Lester didn't
look away from his wife's spread thighs, from the way her grassy
snatch was lifting and falling upon a strange cock."
"Aren't they beautiful together?" Angela asked. "My son and
your wife, Lester; they're loving each other so well, so sexily.
Debbie really needs his prick, just as you needed my pussy. It's
excitingly different for her, very thrilling. Have you ever seen
her so aroused?"
"N--no," the man muttered. "Not with me. She never talked
like that, either, and she never sat on my prick that way. It was
always in bed, with the lights out. But I don't have a cock
anywhere near the size of your kid's, either."
Jerry saw his mother bend down and gently kiss the knob of
the man's cock. She said, "The size is great, I'll admit. But it
isn't all, Lester. I came just as insanely upon your nice prick
as I do on my boy's big one."
As Debbie wriggled and humped, Jerry heard the other man say,
"You what? You mean you--you've been fucking your own kid, too?"
"Of course," Angela said throatily. "If I hadn't, neither
you nor Debbie would be here now. I promised Mack I wouldn't
screw around while he was gone, this time. But after your wife
caught me balling Jerry, there wasn't anything else we could do;
we had to bring you into the party. Aren't you glad, Lester? I
know I am."
Debbie grunted and heaved, churning her ass into Jerry's
crotch, and he held lovingly to her tits while she pumped upon his
buried prick. Lester was being clued in, having it all laid out
for him, and that made it better, out in the open all the way.
Except for his father, Jerry thought; he had also made a
promise to his dad--that he'd keep Angela satisfied and away from
neighbor husbands so there wouldn't be a repeat of her last
affair, the one that got her some messy publicity. Yet here they
were, Angela kissing Mr. Carter's cockhead, and Mrs. Carter riding
happily upon Jerry's hard meat. Damn, he thought; he'd let
himself get so wrapped up in pussy that he'd done exactly what his
father didn't want. But there had seemed no other way out, and one
thing was certain--Debbie Carter wouldn't be naming his mom in a
divorce action; the woman was enjoying his cock too much.
"Nice, young prick," Debbie was crooning. "Oh--packing my
cunt so well--ahh, darling! Jerry, my lover--you sweet, horny
boy. Ram that gorgeous cock deep--shove it to me, baby--ahh!
Ahh! Lester--look, Les--I'm about to come, and so is he. In just
a moment, he's going to shoot his boyish semen up inside your
wife's burning pussy. And isn't it great? Isn't it--
wooonderful!"
Squeezing down upon her pillowy tits, Jerry hunched into her
quivering sac, plunging his flanged knob deep, shoving it up
against the giving softness of her womb. When he let go, he
thought his balls were going to crawl on up inside the woman's
flowing vagina, too. The deluge of boiling come gushed powerfully
up in her snatch, wetting down the cervix and clinging like white
paste to the silken walls of her married pussy.
Debbie trembled as she felt the spurting of his juices, and
gasped to her husband: "There it is! Oh, it's all rich and
creamy--so much come sliding around inside my pussy; it's hot and
syrupy, and I love to move around on his cockhead while it's still
squirting. I love his semen, love it!"
On the couch, Lester Carter lifted his head and propped it
upon a pillow, never looking away for a moment, more fascinated by
his wife's hairy cunt than he had been since he first got into it
himself, Jerry thought. Then the man shivered, because Angela had
stopped simply kissing his cockhead and was now running her hot,
wet tongue around the ridges, flicking the tip with deft, teasing
motions. His mom was going to go down on Lester, Jerry knew, and
remembered what he had heard from the guys wife, that neither of
them had really eaten each other. This was going to be a first
for Mr. Carter; he was about to get one hell of a fine head job.
Settling upon his buried shaft, Debbie leaned back against
Jerry to watch, the edge gone from her original violent passions
now, and intensely interested in what was about to happen to her
husband. Jerry grooved on the scene, too, his prick flexing inside
the woman's good, deep pussy and bathed with the mixed fluids of
her lubrication and his own semen.
"W--wait!" Lester said, when he felt Angela's warm lips close
over his cockhead. "Angela--you can't! Not like this; not here,
with them watching us. It--it's not right, and--ahh!"
Jerry knew the tremendous sensation the man was experiencing,
the sweet hot caresses of suctioning lips and active tongue and
the slippery linings of fluctuating cheeks. Lester stiffened out,
his hands pawing helplessly at Angela's cascade of blond hair, but
she was into her act then, eager to love him orally, and reveling
in the flavor of a strange cock against her tongue.
Variety was the key, she had said, the different reactions,
the newness, the never knowing exactly what the sensual response
would be, but adoring it all. Changing around made it all better,
never allowed a strong sexuality to grow weak or dull by having it
turned into a habit.
"She's really eating him," Debbie breathed, giving her cunt
an extra spiral around Jerry's tool. "Now he's going to know what
it feels like, know what I wanted to do to him years ago. And
later, I'll show him that I can go down on him just as well. He
may not be shocked now, even if he sees me taking your prick into
my mouth, darling."
He stroked her spread thighs. "You can always go over and
get with them, you know."
"Oh, I will," she promised, "but first I want to see it all.
We've always been such damned fools, so uptight about sex, my
husband and me. But no more; never again."
Wiggling now, Lester was digging his fingers into Angela's
hair and thrusting up into her hungry mouth, pumping his meat
deeply. He could get all of it in, Jerry saw, because of the
shortness of his prick.
Angela's lips were wrapped tightly around the stem of the
man's engorged rod, and her cheeks were dipping in and out; her
hand cupped Lester's balls, and as she pumped her face up and
down, Jerry could see his mother's firm tits nudging against
Lester's thigh. Eyes closed, she concentrated upon giving the
utmost pleasure, and Jerry knew that her educated tongue was now
running wild, that she was working it over and around the
cockhead, plunging the tip into his slit, sucking and letting go
in a sweet rhythm.
Lifting slowly from Jerry's club, Debbie stood up. His cock
plopped from the grip of her cunt lips, and a trickle of semen ran
down the inside of her plump thigh. She stepped aside so she
wouldn't block his view of the action on the couch, and moved step
by hesitant step toward her husband and Angela there.
Jerry sat up and watched the woman go to her knees beside the
couch, saw her looking down into her husband's face as his orgasm
began to build swiftly. Humping into Angela's mouth, squirming in
the intense stimulation of her eager lips, Lester was almost in a
state of shock, but he realized that his wife was close and panted
as he stared up at her.
"Go ahead and let it go in her mouth," Debbie said. "She'll
adore your semen, Les--and I'm happy for you both. Isn't it good
for you, dear? Isn't it wild and crazy and wonderful, to feel her
trying to suck your balls right out through the head of your
prick?"
"Uuhh!" Lester grunted, and "Uuhh!" again, as his wife's
mouth clamped suddenly and savagely upon his own. She was kissing
him, tonguing him fiercely as another woman was tonguing his
sensitive cockhead.
He groaned and his hips surged upward. Still hanging onto
Angela's hair, Lester gasped into his own wife's mouth as his
testicles contracted and another supply of foaming semen poured up
through his shaft to geyser from the flexing knob, fountaining
inside another woman's mouth.
The man was really unloading himself, Jerry thought. If
Lester had a hangup about being eaten, it was gone now, pumped out
of him with the fury of his climax. Jerry knew what was happening
to the cockhead, too; it was being sucked dry, each gluey droplet
pulled out and down Angela's avid throat, her tongue lapping and
her cheeks still working in and out. His mother was thrilling the
guy as he had never been inflamed before, making him wild as he
realized how much she craved his thick vital fluids.
Debbie lifted her face as her husband panted for air, and
murmured, "Wasn't that lovely, dear? When you're all rested, I'll
do that to you, also. Jerry taught me how; I've gone down on his
big cock the same way."
Letting go of Angela's hair, Lester sagged his head against
the sofa pillow. "I don't think I can move."
"Sure you can," his wife said softly. "You're going to be
surprised at all you can do--and how long you can do it. Just
think: already you've come twice, in a matter of minutes, and when
we all get going together, I can guarantee that you'll get another
hard-on, quick. Oh Les--it's just so fantastic."
Jerry agreed; looking at the three naked bodies so close
together and picturing what might happen when he joined them, he
agreed that it was fantastic.
Chapter 10
Lester Carter was high. But Jerry thought the man was as
stoned on sex as he was on bourbon; the boozing had started out as
a cover-up for Lester's embarrassment, a shield for what was left
of his hangups. But now he was ready to try just about anything,
more at ease with himself and the other naked people around him.
He sat back on the couch with a half a hard-on, a tall glass
in one hand, and no longer turning to one side or using a sofa
pillow to hide his genitals. Angela was on one side, and his wife
on the other, both of them looking beautiful and sensuous. Jerry
was back in his father's big chair, just as glad that he didn't
need alcohol to get himself turned on.
Shaking his head, Lester said, "I never would have believed
it. I mean, it's so fantastic, to think that I'm actually sitting
here, that my neighbor's lovely wife just balled me, and at the
insistence of my own wife. The entire situation gets more weird
when I remember seeing Debbie take that big cock over there--and
not only watching her get fucked, but enjoying the sight. Pretty
soon, I'm going to wake up."
Angela laughed softly. "Not unless you want to, Lester; not
unless you really want to go back to your old sex life, and climb
back down into that rut you and Debbie were in."
"No way," Debbie said emphatically. "If my husband does
that, he can damned well do it without me. I've never known what
screwing was really like, never had the chance to let myself go.
Now I'm being honest with myself, and I'm not about to go back to
lying and pretending I'm not all that sensuous, or any of that
crap. When I want to fuck I'm going to fuck."
They looked great together, Jerry thought--the red-headed guy
in the middle, muscled up and excited, the guys naked wife, firm
and rounded, with those great, soft tits and the marvelous,
heavily haired mound so black and beautiful; and Jerry's mother,
sleek and slender, yet with high, full breasts and svelte hips,
the glory of her golden snatch like a pile of curly sunshine, her
legs willowy and supple and intimately beguiling.
Lester said then, "I didn't mean I don't enjoy all this,
dear. I do, more than anything. I'll admit that I've always
wanted to know what it was like, to get in between Angela's long
legs, but I never went so far as to imagine she would go down on
me. It's just--oh hell; how does a guy justify it to himself,
getting a kick out of his own wife being rammed by a huge, young
prick?"
Angela said, "You don't have to justify anything, Lester.
What you feel is right, and what Debbie feels--that's what is
important. It doesn't mean that you love each other any less;
maybe it means you love each other more. As for me, I wouldn't
permanently change my husband for any other guy, but I need more
sexual excitement than he can give me alone, and Mack understands
that, just as I understand his needs when he's away."
Putting his hand upon one of Angela's bare thighs, Lester
said, "But what about you and Jerry? That's kind of offbeat, you
have to admit."
"Only because the rest of society thinks so, not me. I think
our children couldn't get better, more tender, or more loving sex
than to start with their parents. After all, we already love them
esthetically, and to love them sexually makes the concept
complete. And if we're lucky enough to be able to teach them
properly, to make them proud of their bodies instead of ashamed,
then they won't have any of our old hangups."
Lester frowned. "I don't know; I mean--hell; I have a young
daughter, but I never thought about fucking her."
"Oh come on, now," Debbie cut in. "I've seen you eyeing
Mary's tight little butt, and sneaking looks at her tits."
"Okay, maybe I have; she's a beautiful little girl. But I
just kind of look; I don't really plan on putting it to her. Some
kid will, and I might be jealous of him, but--okay, okay; thinking
about screwing her isn't the same thing as actually going ahead
with it. Even if she would let me." Lester tossed down the rest
of his drink and got off the couch to walk over to the little bar
in the corner and pour himself another. Jerry hoped the guy
wouldn't get too smashed, so he wouldn't be able to do some more
fucking.
Angela stretched, lifting her arms above her head and lifting
the luscious mounds of her breasts, pushing out her small, trim
feet. "Maybe your girl has already started balling. If so, let's
hope that she's enjoying it, that she hasn't been traumatized by
some clumsy, stupid kid and turned off of screwing."
"Damn," Lester said. "That would be such a waste. Mary is
so cute, so sexy looking and sweet. I--Debbie, what the hell do
you think about that?"
Debbie said, "I think you want to lay your daughter, but
you're afraid. Look at Angela and Jerry; they're very happy about
screwing each other, and I can testify that Angela is right about
teaching the young, because Jerry is one hell of a lover, through
his mother's experience and instructions."
For the first time since he had watched the meat being put to
his wife's shaggy cunt, Lester looked directly at Jerry. "You
don't feel guilty about sticking your own mother, or feel funny
because you're laying your father's wife?"
"No," Jerry answered truthfully. "I feel great about it. I
feel proud that my mom is so beautiful and such a great fuck. If
she hadn't broken me in right, I couldn't have given your wife a
good screwing. And my dad wants me to fuck Angela, so the only
thing I feel guilty about is us bringing you into the group,
because he asked me to keep her out of trouble."
Debbie sat up on the couch, her heavy breasts bobbing.
"There won't be any trouble, darling. I promise you that. Lester
and I are in too deep, and neither of us wants out."
"Still," Jerry said, "dad meant for me to keep mom satisfied
so she wouldn't be laying other women's husbands."
"It's all right," Angela said. "Really, baby--it's just
fine. When Mack comes home, you'll see."
Lester rattled ice in his glass as he drank, then he said,
"What I'd like to see is a boy put his cock to his own mother.
And I'd like to get reacquainted with my wife's juicy cunt.
Somehow, that seems more exciting to me than it's ever been."
"Being open does that to everyone," Angela commented, and
smiled at Jerry. "Do you feel like taking on your mom, baby?"
"Any time," he answered. "All the time."
"Let's keep it free and easy," Angela suggested. "Debbie, why
don't you lie down here on the carpet with me, so we can be close
while we're being fucked?"
"Why don't I?" Debbie said, and took her friend's hand.
Soon, Jerry thought, very soon now, these two glamorous,
passionate women would throw aside the last of their conventions
and make voluptuous love to each other. But at the moment, it was
going to be a blast to change back and forth in their cunts,
swapping places with Lester as they both fucked.
Because the guy still seemed a little uncertain, Jerry moved
first, his prick held stiffly out before him, his balls swinging
heavily in their wrinkled sack. On her back, his mother waited
for him, the pink nipples of her tits hard and throbbing, a dewy
heat rising from the alluring shape of her silken mound, her slim
thighs opened for him.
Kneeling between her legs, Jerry caressed them slowly, moving
his palms over the shapely calves and the satin kneecaps, over the
firm lengths of those glowing thighs. He said, "I've been
fascinated by this beautiful body ever since I started to grow up;
I dreamed about how this lovely pussy would look close up, how it
would feel around my hard prick. And now I know how good my dad
has had it all these years; now I know what a terrific fuck my mom
is."
He bent to kiss the radiant curls of her cunt, tasting the
sweetness of her palpitating labia with his tongue.
Beside them, Debbie said huskily, "I'm going to do that,
too."
Jerry was conscious of Lester moving close and standing by;
he could feel the man's eyes upon them, and decided to go ahead
and eat his mom's feverish pussy before mounting her. Hands
pressing against her slender hips, he began to lick over her lower
belly while she writhed in delighted anticipation. Her cunt hair
tickled his nose, and he burrowed gently into the exotic warmth of
them.
When he slid his tongue deeply into her labia, he heard a
gasp from his mom, and from Lester Carter, too. The man had never
eaten a pussy, or even seen it done, Jerry thought, and felt older
than Lester, more experienced as he delved into Angela's oily
snatch and felt her pelvis heaving. Her juices flowed like honey,
and he lapped them thirstily, finding her vibrant clitoris right
away. Drawing it into his lips, he sucked upon the spongy nub,
and his mom rolled her crotch in a growing rapture.
Cutting his eyes to his left, he could see Debbie watching
intently. The woman's tits were rising and falling rapidly, and
she was fingering into the black-haired lips of her own eager
pussy. But she wasn't alone very long; her husband was suddenly
there between her plump legs, stooping to kiss her trembling
belly.
"If that kid can do it," he said, "then so can I. Debbie,
your cunt is beautiful, and I'm going to kiss it."
"Not just kiss it," the woman answered. "You're going to eat
it, Les; just shove your tongue on inside me, the way Jerry is
doing to his mom's pussy. If you have any trouble finding my
clit, I'll help you. Oh--you don't know how long I've wanted
this."
Jerry nuzzled deeper into the steaming cunt he was loving
with his mouth and tongue and teeth. Sucking upon it, he fondled
the cheeks of his mother's surging ass, and licked faster against
her inflamed clitoris. Angela bucked against his face, and her
thighs closed around his head, as they usually did when she was
getting close to an orgasm. So he couldn't see what was going on
beside them as Lester Carter ate pussy for the first time. But he
could hear Debbie moaning and make out sucking noises, so he
figured the guy was doing all right.
"Darling!" his mother gasped. "Oh darling boy--I'm coming,
coming! Oh, eat me, you sweet little bastard--eat your mommy's
hot pussy!"
Redoubling his efforts, Jerry brought her to a sizzling,
jerking climax. Her hairy snatch hammered into his mouth and
against his teeth as he used his tongue like a twisting probe
inside the slippery velvet sheath. Angela's crotch strained to
him and held tightly for a long, shuddering moment; then the grip
of his mother's smooth thighs loosened, and her pelvis fell away.
Normally, Jerry would have kept right on eating her, so he could
lift her to a series of orgasms, make her come again and again,
because she never tired of this matchless intimacy.
But now he lifted his smeared face and watched the other man
working at Debbie's ebony-haired snatch. The woman was jamming
her pussy up into her husband's mouth, swinging her plush hips and
grinding her pelvis into Lester's face as she went wild with the
oral loving he was giving her. She was making up for all the
years she hadn't gotten it.
"Move your tongue higher," Debbie commanded. "Up some more--
ah yes, that's it, that's it! Rub in into my clit, dear--oohh!
Now suck me there, pull it into your teeth and bite it--AHHH!"
With a pounding of her crotch and a seesawing of her hips,
Debbie churned her blazing snatch into her husband's mouth,
shuddering from head to toe as she hit and held a tremendous
orgasm. Jerry thought that it must be really fabulous for her,
getting it like that from her old man for the first time in their
married lives. He was glad that he'd been the first to turn her
on orally, and had shown her how wonderful it could be. But of
course, he wouldn't have known how to go about it himself, if his
sexy, open mother hadn't given him such sweet and lascivious
instructions.
Lester seemed dazed as he took his face from between his
wife's rounded thighs, but Jerry noticed that the guy kept licking
at his lips, running his tongue over them to taste any cunt juice
left there.
Coming to his knees, Jerry slid up to his mom's golden
basket, aiming his swollen cockhead into the wetly waiting mound
where the deep pink lips beckoned. Her aroused pussy was a damp
oven, and avid for the entrance of his glans, so he slid it into
her labia and felt them part for the knob. Always tight, always
hot, her wondrous pussy snuggled around the movement of his
penetrating shaft as his mother arched her back and lifted her
silken crotch to take in all his gorged meat.
At his shoulder, Lester said in awe, "I didn't think you'd
get all that club into her, kid. But there it is, buried to the
balls."
"Buried inside my mom's slippery cunt," Jerry said, "just as
you'd dig having your hard cock stuck into your daughter's
beautiful young pussy, and just as she would dig having it locked
into her."
Angela writhed upon his embedded pole, so he stroked her with
it, rolling his hips from side to side so she could feel the
flanged head caressing the cup of her womb, so she could know the
thrill of the swollen root against her clit.
Lester couldn't wait to get into his wife's hole. The man
hurried to cram his stiff rod into the softly giving mound, and
worked it home with a long, sliding thrust. It was different for
him now, Jerry saw, far more exciting, almost as if he was getting
into a strange pussy. The Carters began to fuck eagerly, and
Jerry wondered if Lester would blow off too quickly, because he
wanted them to shift back and forth, their dicks dipping into a
black-haired snatch, then a golden one.
Reaching in and out of his mom's flexing vagina, Jerry kept
moving until she hissed between locked teeth and her cunt seethed
around his cock like a heated whirlpool. A moment after she came,
he pulled out and touched Lester on the shoulder to say, "May I
cut in?"
The guy blinked at him; Debbie was grinding and humping on
his prick, but he saw what Jerry had in mind, and nodded. His
wife moaned a protest as Lester withdrew his reddened shaft and
moved back, but she looked up into Jerry's face then, and lifted
her ass so that her cunt would open wider for his big pole.
"If she gets too hot for you," he said to Lester, "just stop
shoving it to her; hold it deep and let her work her clitoris over
the stem of your cock so she can come without making you hit it."
"Yeah," the guy grunted, and slipped his greasy knob up into
the welcoming gash of Angela's hungry mound. Jerry watched the
hard meat glide into his mom's vagina and saw balls settle into
the feathery crack of her uplifted and twitching ass.
Lester hadn't had much practice, he thought, and would be
lucky if he could hold off, because Angela's pussy was already
doing tricks, wringing down upon the shaft and backing off, only
to come wheeling around the cockhead again. Fucking Angela
Winston when she was really aroused was like shoving your dick
into a mixmaster, Jerry knew, a mixmaster with soft rubber blades
that had hot butter poured over them.
But Debbie was doing all right, too, and he paid more
attention to the flowing cunt she was hammering around his club.
Holding to the woman's big, soft tits, Jerry rode her steadily,
pumping the cock to her tempestuous snatch with long and thrilling
strokes. She came violently and tried to lift him off the floor,
tried to devour his submerged prick with her cunt, her vaginal
muscles biting down on him and the cheeks of her ass snapping
tightly shut.
"Oh! Oh! Jerry darling--how I love your big cock--love it
in me, adore it filling up my pussy like this. Oh--every time I
breathe, I hit another little orgasm."
On his right, Lester was feeding the meat to Angela, and she
was plunging like a bucking horse. Even if Lester went off in her,
Jerry thought that he would save his load for his mother's
inflamed pussy, and backed slowly out of Debbie's. Lester
anticipated him this time, and snatched his cock away from Angela
quickly. The head of it was polished and expanded, all trembling
and on the verge of exploding.
"Just hang loose as you can," Jerry advised. I know that
your wife wants that wad of semen inside her."
Hesitating, clamping a tight hold around the base of his
stubby prick, Lester finally dared to move, and inched over to
take his place between Debbie's polished olive thighs. Holding a
deep breath, he set the puffed glans into his wife's quivering hot
labia and shoved hard, pushed deeply, burying his rod full length
into her writhing body.
It only took a couple of seconds, a couple of convulsive
strokes before Lester went off inside Debbie's flexing snatch like
a bomb, and the feel of his spurting come made his wife churn
insanely, her plump legs waving and, her crotch blurring as she
sought and found the soaring crescendo of her own ecstatic climax.
Then it was Jerry's turn; his prick eased slickly into his
mother's enchanted pussy, and as he drove it home to the hilt, she
whipped her long legs up and around him, pinning him within their
tender entrapment. They fucked with powerful, sledging motions,
pelvis to pelvis, their asses gyrating and his shaft making wetly
suctioning noises within her quaking vagina. When his long-held
semen gushed bubbling from his cockhead, she accepted its gift
with pile-driving satisfaction, crying out softly as she came.
Chapter 11
His mother had a thing about being sweaty too long, and Jerry
guessed that he had inherited her fetish for cleanliness. The hot
shower felt good, and he used plenty of soap, even scrubbing his
hair. Rinsing off, he thought that seeing the Carters make it in
a sixty-nine had been something special; Lester was better at
eating pussy by the time he had gone through a round with Angela,
also, and Debbie had gone after her husband's cock as if she was
starving, and his was the only meat that could satisfy her.
He was hungry, too, but for belly food, and when he turned
off the shower, thought he could catch the mouth-watering aroma of
steak drifting down the hall from the kitchen. As he toweled his
body dry and slipped on the terry cloth robe, just in case some
stranger intruded upon their cosy little circle, Jerry still felt
a twinge of guilt. Maybe his father would understand how it had
all come about, how they practically had to get Lester involved,
or run the risk of discovery by an enraged husband.
Too, Debbie Carter would be a welcome piece of ass for his
dad to sample; she was very eager to try on Mack for size, eager
to expand her knowledge of sensuous men and to know the difference
in their fucking. Still, Jerry's dad might be slightly pissed
off, and Jerry didn't want that. He owed his old man too much,
for turning him on to Angela, for getting them started screwing
each other. Without Mack's understanding, he and his mother would
still be only dreaming, and not actually making it.
It was dinnertime, so the Carters had gone back across the
yard to try and be natural around their daughter, to share the
meal with Mary and to pretend that everything between them was
just as it had always been. Jerry wondered if they could carry
off the charade, because both of them were still throbbing with
all that newly awakened passion, and it might show. Mary Carter
was no dummy, either; she might be able to sense the deep changes
in her parents, but she probably wouldn't suspect the reasons.
He went to the kitchen where his mom had a sizzling platter
awaiting him, and dug into the meal with gusto. Halfway through
his steak and the sour cream baked potato, he glanced up at Angela
and said, "I still don't know about this. Suppose dad doesn't dig
it, after what he asked me?"
She took a bite of salad before answering. "Your father will
be very happy to get a crack at Debbie, and he's pretty good
friends with Lester, too. It's always better when you're close to
someone, when you really care for them." She took another forkful
of lettuce. "But if you're really worried about Mack's reactions,
let's say that you were bribed."
Jerry frowned at her. "Bribed? How and with what?"
"By the best possible payoff, by something your father would
understand and agree with--a juicy, new piece of ass."
"But Debbie has already--"
"Not Debbie," Angela cut in. "How about little Mary?"
"Wow," Jerry breathed. "Now that is an idea. She could
screw us up if she found out what's going on, I guess. And if she
gets dicked by me, then we'd have two new cunts to offer dad."
"And by her own father," Angela reminded him. "If the girl
isn't too uptight to fuck her dad. By now, Lester has been
thinking about that; did you see the way his prick jumped when we
were all talking about him laying Mary? The idea has been in his
head for years, but he's just now admitting it."
"She's kind of small," Jerry mused. "Maybe she won't be able
to take my cock. And suppose she's still a cherry? Won't that
make it a lot more difficult for me to get into her little box?"
"It would," his mother agreed. "We'll just have to find out
about her virginity. I wonder--maybe I could get to her first."
Jerry eyed his mom closely. "Even before you've made it with
Debbie? You've been right on the edge of that, I know."
"Afterward," Angela said thoughtfully. "They're sending her
off to a movie right after dinner, so they can hurry back here.
Debbie and I have held back long enough, so this is the night.
You and Lester will just have to wait until after we've made love,
and later on, all of us can decide what to do about Mary."
"Good enough," Jerry said, growing excited at the thought of
seeing his mom and Debbie Carter going down on each other, and
becoming aroused by picturing little Mary all naked and trembling
at the touch of his prick. The kid was cute and sexy looking, and
he hoped they wouldn't have any trouble with her, or with her
parents.
Helping his mother tidy up the kitchen and carrying dishes to
the washer, he thought that since Debbie had all the right buttons
pushed, she'd be willing to have her girl with them. But he
wasn't all that sure about Lester; the guy wanted to lay his
daughter, sure--only, would he, when the time came? He had been
hit with a lot of things at once--being screwed by Angela, having
his prick eaten for the first time, seeing his own wife taking a
strange cock, going down on two different women, changing places
with Jerry and alternating from one cunt to another in turn.
Balling his own kid might be too much for the man to handle, right
away.
"Don't fret about it," his mother murmured. "I'm certain
that everything will work out for us all. I don't think your
father has had a chick as young as Mary, at least not for a long
time. He'll be horny as hell to find her waiting for him, to have
the chance to fuck mother and daughter."
As she leaned over to turn on the dishwasher, Jerry pressed
himself against the delectable curvings of her modelled ass, and
she pushed back into him. Caressing her hips, he knew that it
would always be this way between them, their raw lust for each
other lurking always just beneath the surface, ever yearning for a
fulfillment they weren't able to obtain from anyone else. It's
always better when you're close to someone, she had said, and no
two people could be as close as son and mother. Unless it would
be a father and daughter, he remembered; Lester and Mary Carter
had a wonderful, fantastic thing in store for them, once they got
together and sexually consummated the love they already shared.
"I wish I could take you this way," his mother purred. "But
I'm content to have such a terrific prick hung on my son. Maybe
having it in me won't tighten my ass so much that your father
can't get in the back way, and you two can make a sandwich of me."
Jerry trembled; the idea was fabulous, and he could almost
feel the sensation of his dad's hairy balls pressing against his
own sack, when both their pricks were buried into Angela. His
cock lifted at the vivid image, and he wiggled the rising head
into the crack of her ass, cloaked as it was by her dressing gown.
Somebody knocked on the back door then, and he moved swiftly
away from her to answer it, stooping a little so that his hard-on
wouldn't show.
"Well," Debbie said, "I see you're all ready for me--unless
you've been cheating with your mother. There's no use stooping
over like that, dear; no way you can hide that magniflcent
erection, no more than you can pretend you're not carrying around
a telephone pole."
She patted his cock as she moved past him, and held out her
arms to Angela. The two women greeted each other as if they
hadn't met in years, pressing the lengths of their lovely bodies
close and kissing long and languorously.
"Hi," Jerry said to Lester. "Did Mary get off to the movies
all right?"
"We hurried her," Lester said, watching the two women
embrace. "We've got about three hours to ourselves before she
gets home."
"They really look great together, don't they?" Jerry asked,
nodding toward the woman as he closed and locked the door. "They
care for each other, you know."
Lester had on a jump suit, and the front of it was bulging.
"I'm beginning to see. They--well, what the hell; whatever they
want, I guess."
Grinning at this man who had for so long backed off from
doing more than lightly kiss his wife's snatch, Jerry led Lester
toward the bedroom. "They'll be along in a minute, and the bed is
big enough for us to sit by and watch them."
It was only a few moments before the women walked in; they
were holding hands and their eyes were shining, their faces
radiant. Jerry sat on one side of the bed, and Lester balanced
upon the other; they stared at the women as Debbie quickly peeled
her dress over her head, as Angela stripped away her robe.
"I've been wanting this from the beginning," Debbie said
huskily, and Angela answered, "Yes, I know."
They moved together, shimmering in their nakedness, fitting
the globes of their luscious breasts one to one, and pressing to
each other's hairy mound, their thighs sliding back and forth,
their hands caressing bare backs and drifting down to cup rounded
ass cheeks. Their mouths met hungrily, their tongues probing
deeply and their teeth clashing gently. Jerry held onto his stiff
prick as he watched them and gloried in their loveliness, their
passion. Across the bed, Lester Carter gripped his own hard rod
and kept his eyes fixed upon the squirming women.
They glided toward the bed in a slow, swirling dance, one
thigh between two equally sleek ones, presenting views of
differently sculpted asses as they pirouetted. Sinking to the
white sheet, they still clung together, but now they were fondling
each other's ripe tits, thumbing the nipples and cupping the
globes tenderly. Jerry was struck again by the opposites in their
coloring--his mother's slender body so pale, and Debbie's gleaming
old-ivory and dark rose; his mother's breast tips were flushed
pink; the other woman's stood out brown and strong.
Lester moved along the edge of the mattress to give them
room, and they lay back to swing their legs up on the bed, still
kissing avidly. Jerry wondered how they would go about it, if
they'd take turns eating each other's pussy, or if they would wrap
into the sixty-nine position. He was somewhat surprised to see
his mom climb on top of Debble's wiggling body, placing herself
between the other woman's opened thighs and nudging her crotch to
the blackly haired one as if she was a man getting ready to fuck.
When Debbie caught hold of the cheeks of Angela's slim ass,
he understood what they were doing, and firmed the idea as he saw
his mother begin to pump her flaming snatch into the rich one
below. They were rubbing their clits together, he saw, using them
as if they were miniature pricks, bumping and stroking
lasciviously and getting an obvious thrill out of the grinding
motions.
"Do it to me, darling," Debbie panted. "Oh Angela--fuck me
hard, fuck me hard!"
Jerry's mother thrust more strongly, and by the way she was
shaking her ass, he knew the women were getting some good out of
it. Funny, he thought, he'd never figured that two women might be
able to get it on that way, but there they were, the pace of their
screwing pickup up and growing more frantic by the moment. They
were holding to each other's churning ass, and their tits were
pressed tightly together as they kissed.
Across the bed, he could see Lester gazing wide-eyed at the
wiggling action, and wondered what thoughts were running through
the man's head as he watched another women fucking his wife, after
a fashion. Lester's cock was distended, the swollen head
gleaming, so it was easy to see he wasn't turned off by their
loving.
Debbie and Angela groaned together, rocked fiercely for a
long moment, then sighed into a shuddering silence, wrapped
closely to each other, mouths and cunts glued. Because he felt
like it, Jerry slid over to them where they lay inertly and leaned
down to plant a softly lingering kiss upon the cheek of his
mother's silken ass. He caught the rising, exotic aroma of their
aroused pussies, and luxuriated in that sensuous perfume.
But they were far from being done, and Angela carried on to
the next step in their loving by slipping down to where she could
mouth the hard, dark-brown nipples of her friend's big, marvelous
breasts. Long hair golden against Debbie's olive skin, she
caressed the other woman's squirming body with deft and agile
hands, using her lips and tongue above. Down she went, and now
Angela was licking at the smooth belly, driving her tongue into
the dimple there while Debbie surged wantonly and murmured
endearments. Swinging back her flowing hair so that the men
watching could see every detail, Angela nuzzled down into the
damply throbbing mound.
They saw her red tongue flicking into slippery labia, her
chin and nose flattening the wiry, thick hair and parting the wool
for the adoring ministrations of her mouth. Jerry knew that this
was the first time his mom had ever gone down on a woman, but
realized it was also an original emotion for Debbie; she'd never
had a woman do it to her, either. Women probably knew the erotic
places better than men ever could, he thought, and watched his
mother cover the red lips of Debbie's luxurious pussy with her
mouth.
Gasping, Debbie said, "Oh my darling--it's wonderful to feel
you licking my clit, to feel you sucking my cunt and lapping its
juices. Ahh, Angela--it's so terrific! But I can't let you just
do it to me. I have to do it to you, also. Move around, darling-
-slide your body around so I can reach your pussy."
Jerry eyed the serpentine wriggling of his mother's lithe
body as she angled it around, without ever letting go of the
snatch she was busily eating. He saw the sunshine hairing of her
mound come down upon Debbie's hungrily waiting mouth, and caught
just a flash of the woman's tongue as she reached it up inside
Angela's cunt lips.
That cut off anything else Debbie might have wanted to say,
and both women squeezed smooth thighs around each other's head.
Then they were humping, rolling their delectable asses and feeding
the honeyed gashes into a mouth while another mouth devoured,
using a tongue furiously while another one penetrated. Squirming
and heaving, they slowed rolled over and changed positions so that
Debbie was now on top.
Lester was fascinated, stroking his stiff prick gently as he
stared at the interlocked women, at the churning ass of his wife
and the way she was gobbling into a steaming pussy that he had
also fucked. It was damned exciting for Jerry, too; his own shaft
was bulging so hard that it ached, and there was an eager droplet
of pre-seminal fluid gathered upon its blunt tip.
But there was no place to put his cockhead; only the tight
bore of an asshole was pointed up and open, and Jerry's cock was
far too large for that. But maybe it wasn't for Lester, so he
said to the man: "Mount her; go on and crawl on her. Use some of
that cunt juice to oil it, then ease it up into her ass."
Blinking at him Lester licked at his lips, then moved jerkily
toward the tangled women. Dipping into his wife's crotch and
taking some of the slippery fluid away from Angela's greedy mouth,
he smeared the lubrication upon his knob, and steered it trembling
to the little brown dimple of her anus. Debbie quivered when she
felt the insistent nudging, but didn't resist, and Lester slowly,
carefully, pushed at the constricted opening.
Jerry watched the tip disappear, and the struggle, as Lester
forced the bulb deeper. Suddenly the tight ring gave way, and the
man's prick slid deep into his wife's ass. His balls swung down
against Angela's forehead, and Debbie lifted her mouth from the
golden cunt to gasp in shock and rapture and perhaps a little
pain. But her husband's rod was embedded in her hole then, and
she wiggled upon it, wiggled against the hungry mouth below.
Chapter 12
It didn't take many strokes before Lester Carter shuddered
and let go into his wife's back tube. His balls flexed and
coiled, to pump a roaring ejaculation of his semen into that tight
hole he'd never tried until then. Debbie quivered with her
husband, nailed from behind at the same time she was being avidly
eaten in front. Her head snapped from between Angela's writhing
thighs and she cried out in the sharpness of her overwhelming
ecstasy.
Jerry clamped a tight grip upon his prick, holding it as the
others froze into their positions of rapture, straining together
in an enchanted stillness. Waiting, he saw them come slowly apart
as Lester backed his leaking cockhead from his wife's ass, as
Angela slid out from beneath the swaying form of Debbie, and as
Debbie gently collapsed face downward upon the bed.
Then Jerry couldn't hang loose any longer and crawled quickly
to the head of the bed where his mother's long, slim legs were
spread. He had to climb over Debbie to get to them, and gazed
fondly between their veed loveliness to see the torrid, inflamed
lips of Angela's tremulous pussy.
He went powerfully into that beguiling, shimmering cunt,
shoving his hard meat home with a single, strong lunge that
slapped his filled balls into the cleft of his mother's ass.
Jerry's cockhead reached all the way up, pressing against the
wondrous, soft velvet there, being snuggled by the silken walls so
hot and slidy. His tool pulsed there, and Angela rolled her hips
gently, moved the padded mattress of her furry crotch in welcome.
"Ummm," she murmured. "That's the way, darling--fuck me
while I'm all juicy and hot. Oh, how I adore your big prick in
me, how I love to feel all that hard, young meat filling my cunt."
Inside, his mother was an almost boiling jelly, her vagina
gripping his shaft with every deep stroke, her ass rolling
voluptuously, sweetly, and Jerry pillowed himself full length upon
that lovely, heaving body as he screwed her. Her pussy was so
rich and fondling, so precious with its cupping and caressing, and
every small, sexy movement of her writhing body thrilled him.
Riding his heavy thrusts, Angela raised those supple legs to
cross them at the small of his back. She reached beneath her own
surging ass to gently grip his balls, her long fingers playing
around the root of his pistoning club as he sank it in and pulled
it out. He forgot that two other people were watching them
closely, forgot that he had been worried about going against his
father's wishes, and the plan he and his mother were cooking up so
that little Mary Carter could be brought into the group screwing.
All Jerry concentrated upon was the searing wetness of his
mom's seething cunt, working lasciviously into the cauldron of
that most wonderful of all snatches, rolling his crotch and
meeting her eager liftings in a mounting rhythm that shook the
bed. The gentleness fled from him, and he savagely buried his huge
cock into her flexing sheath, hammered his pelvis to his mother's,
and made her head bounce with every punishing stroke. She loved
the roughness, and fought back, sledging her cunt to him, bucking
and churning around his pumping rod.
"Oh, you stiff-dicked little motherfucker!" she grated, axing
her crotch brutally against his own. "Ram it to me, darling--ram
it all the way up into my belly! Ooh! Ahh--tear up your mommy's
pussy--fuck me hard and fuck me mean! Yes, like that--ooh--just--
like that!"
Undulating her hips fiercely, she gasped and squeezed him
between her legs, squeezed his prick with her trained cunt.
Angela came with a rush of jerking muscles, with a tidal wave of
flowing juices, and bit him in the base of the throat as she raked
his back with clawed fingernails.
Jerry held his ballooning cockhead deeply within that blazing
vagina, his hands gripping his mother's shoulders as the ecstasy
made an earthquake in his balls. His semen thundered up along his
hard shaft and came skyrocketing out through the leaping glans, to
hurl sticky shrapnel all throughout her vagina. She was sweet and
she was hot, and she was his beautiful, passionate mother--the
best possible piece of ass in the entire world. He thought he
would never stop coming; jet followed spurt as his vital fluids
drenched that beloved snatch, hissing and bubbling in a fountain
of intense rapture.
Head spinning, Jerry clung to his mom, rocking tenderly now
in the basket of her silken crotch. She held to his emptying
balls and kissed his cheek, his bitten throat, his ear; her free
hand caressed the length of his back as her limber legs slid
slowly apart and straightened themselves upon the bed. The points
of her breasts burned into the sweaty skin of his chest, and he
sighed in the completeness of his gratification.
It might have been a century before Jerry lifted his face
from the scented angle of her throat and shoulder; it might have
been only minutes. Things came into focus around him, especially
the intent faces of Lester and Debbie Carter only a few feet away.
Smiling drowsily for them, he eased his softening prick from the
rubbery grasp of his mother's unbelievable pussy, then lifted his
weight from her beautiful body. Rolling over onto his back, he
tried to catch up with his heartbeat.
"That was some kind of wild fucking," Debbie breathed.
"Every time I see that gigantic young cock pumping away like that,
I get half scared and half turned on. You two people screw so
marvelously together; it's horny poetry and pornographic music,
blended with a kind of incestuous symphony. Wonderful, just
wonderful!"
"Yeah," Lester said. "I'm even getting myself another hard-
on."
It was an opening for Angela, and she was alert enough to
take it. "I guess it's because we are what we are--mother and
son. You can have the same kind of deeply moving sex, Lester.
You have a gorgeous little daughter."
The man sat erect. "Hey now--wait a second--"
Debbie nudged her husband. "We've already talked some about
it, dear. If I'm willing to see our daughter screwed, willing to
have my husband get into that girlish little box, what kind of
argument can you put up? I know damned well you want to lay our
Mary, and you can't deny it."
"But she's only a kid, and--"
"Being honest about it," Debbie said, "she's probably already
screwing around with boys, anyhow."
Lester frowned. "You think so? She's kind of young for
that."
"It bugs you," Debbie continued, "because you're jealous of
some kid her own age getting into her. Yes, I think she's swinging
a bit; kids are different now, Les. Look at Jerry."
"Yeah," the man muttered, "and look at that huge cock of his.
Do you think he could get that much meat into Mary's little
snatch? And that's what all of you have in mind, I know--for her
to join our balling."
"Only if she wants to," Angela said "And you do have to
think of her reaction, if she finds out that her mother and father
are making it with the neighbors. As for Jerry fucking her, yes;
she can take his big prick. Even if she's a virgin, she can.
Women are built that way, their cunts are adaptable. I'll admit
that it could be rough on her, if Mary is still a cherry, and I
think she should start out with a smaller cock--like yours,
Lester. Or my husband's."
"Damnit," Lester said, "how do we find out if she's a
cherry?"
The man's objections were eroding, Jerry knew. Of course, he
wanted to fuck his daughter, now that he had been turned on to
real and honest sex, and he was just trying to figure out how to
go about it. Lester was embarrassed, too, Jerry figured, edgy
about seducing his kid; all his previous programming hadn't worn
off.
"I can find out," Angela volunteered. "Mary and I have
always had a pretty, good rapport. Or maybe Jerry would be the
logical one."
"I'm confused about it all," Lester said. "Angela, suppose
she won't tell you? Suppose she backs away from the whole idea?"
Angela shook her head. "Somehow, I don't think she will be
shocked. Look at you and Debbie; all it took for you both was
some honesty, some letting go. And Mary is your own flesh and
blood; your genes are in her, and they're passionate genes. Why
don't I go over to your house and see, when she comes home?"
"Why not?" Debbie asked. "And I'll stay here with my two
horny lovers."
Jerry watched his mother swing her slender legs off the bed,
and eyed the suggestive ripplings of her sculptured ass as she
walked sway-hipped into the bathroom. He had a faint suspicion
that she might make a pass at Mary herself, and figured that would
be a good way to get the girl under control. Funny thing, he
thought; he and Mary had been to the flicks a few times, and he'd
kissed her a few times, but neither of them had made another move-
-maybe because she had been waiting for him to start something,
and because he had been too inexperienced to try, besides being
all wrapped up in the erotic dream of getting into his mother's
forbidden pussy.
She was small and sweet and he felt big next to her. If she
was really hot as they hoped, he and Mary Carter might make a good
fucking couple. And it was time he got a crack at a young cunt, to
see if it was any different from the juicy, experienced ones of
older women.
Lying back upon the bed, Debbie said, "Both of you, and just
me. This is going to be wild, darlings. I'm very excited, and
Les--don't worry. Angela will work it all out just fine, I'm
sure."
Angela wasn't long in the shower and came out looking fresh,
her eyes glowing with that special, sensuous look. She gazed down
at them naked on her bed, and murmured, "Have fun; I'll see you
later."
After she left, Debbie looked at her husband, then to Jerry.
"Well? Has anybody got any ideas?"
The guy's cock had softened, Jerry saw; Lester was still
fretting about his daughter, but Jerry didn't have that problem.
He wasn't even worried about his father's return now; Mack would
understand, and would be grateful for the new cunts lined up for
him. The only puzzle was Mary Carter and how she would react, and
that would soon be solved. In the meantime, here was this
luscious, full-bodied woman stretched naked and desirable before
him, ready for anything that two lustful men might want to do with
her.
He said gently, "Take hold of your husband's cock, Debbie.
He'll get with it in a minute or two."
Then he curled himself down at the foot of the bed, where he
could start kissing the woman's trim feet. Working slowly and
tantalizingly up over her ankles, then her calves, he was licking
hotly behind her knees when she began to writhe uncontrollably.
Jerry drew his hot, wet tongue over her silken kneecaps, and moved
inch by teasing inch along the tender insides of her ripe thighs,
inexorably nearing his target, the palpitating, heavily bushed
mound of her cunt.
"Your wife really has a beautiful pussy," he breathed. "It's
so hairy and soft. There's a perfume rising from it, all musky
and exciting."
From the corner of his eye, he could see Debbie's hand, see
her delving the points of her fingers into and around the stem of
her husband's limp shaft. That kind of teasing pressure would soon
make the prick gorge itself, he knew, and looked back into the
deeply furred vulva waiting for him.
Jerry went into it hungrily, remembering that his mom had
eaten it just a little while ago, knowing that Angela's tongue had
run riot inside its velvet depths. Debbie's luxurious, wiry hair
caressed his face as he jammed his mouth onto her pussy lips to
force the swollen length of his tongue between them.
Rolling her shaggy crotch against his chin and nose, Debbie
responded swiftly, the polished rose-ivory of her belly flexing as
she felt the burrowing of his tongue and the avid suction he was
applying to her vagina.
"Ummm," she said. "Your mother really taught you how to eat
a woman's pussy, darling. Ahh! When you tickle my clit like that,
I want to pull your entire head up inside my cunt."
Probing and corkscrewing his tongue, Jerry drilled it into
her clitoral hood, lapped it over her quivering clit, and drew the
vibrant little erection into his teeth. Her flowing juices filled
his mouth, and he allowed them to slide hotly down his throat. He
stroked her surging ass, and wondered if her daughter's pussy
would be as richly oiled, or if younger chicks didn't have as much
fluid.
It was terrific, to be eating this pussy while the woman's
husband watched, to be gobbling into this delicious snatch as the
man's prick hardened at the sight.
"First your mother," Debbie panted, "and now you--eating my
pussy, making me grind and shake my ass like this. Oh! You're
chewing on my clit, Jerry! It's so wild--so thrilling--l'm about
to come, dear. I'm just--about--to--cooome!"
After she had shuddered frantically against his siphoning
mouth, after her steaming pussy had slowed its sensuous gyrations,
Jerry lifted his smeared face from the hairy mound and kissed up
the line of fur that led to her belly button. When he was at her
big, round breasts, he found a nipple to suck, and felt with his
distended cockhead for the twitching lips of her padded cunt.
Slipping his knob between them, he thrust deeply into
Debbie's plush hole, feeling for the end of the sheath that
stretched so tightly around his shaft. Looking over at Lester, he
saw the guy's rod lifting, the head, spreading itself like a
purplish hood.
"Hot pussy," he said then, "and my cock packs it to the
limit. Your wife really digs this hard meat, man; see how she's
grinding and humping on it? She's really a fine piece of ass, and
not just because she's juicy and hot inside, but because she
really loves to fuck, really digs having a stiff prick in her
snatch."
Nodding, Lester stared at the engorged pole sliding in and
out of the sizzling depths of his wife's cunt. Jerry pumped it
faster, stronger, sledging his knob home and slapping his dangling
balls into the fleecy cleft of the woman's whiplashing ass. She
sobbed as she came this time, wrapping her arms around his neck
and burying his face between her fabulous breasts while her hips
rocked him back, and forth.
When the searing waves of her orgasm subsided a bit, Jerry
eased his thick tool from the slippery clamp of her wet cunt lips
and rubbed the greasy head over Debbie's tremulous belly. To her
husband, he said, "Her pussy is yours now, man. Eat it or fuck
it, whichever you want."
Lester moved slowly, fascinated by seeing another man's prick
massaging itself between his wife's abundant tits, climbing in
between her spread legs and holding his own shaft tightly in one
hand. Debbie raised her head so that she could kiss the tip of
Jerry's cock, but he found that he wanted to see her fucked, too,
and the position he found himself in, straddling her warm body,
was uncomfortable when he had to look back over one shoulder. So
he shifted, swung himself off her and moved around so that he
could pillow her face upon his lap.
Stroking her shining black hair, he looked down the length of
her wriggling body to see Lester pushing his spongy cockhead into
Debbie's mossy snatch. Because she was so hot, because she had
been loosened by the fucking Jerry had given her, the man's rod
eased into her quickly, burying itself to the hilt with a single
hungry thrust, and his dark reddish hair mixed with her stormy
black hair.
Debbie was licking at the knob of Jerry's prick, running her
red tongue around it and enjoying the flavor of her own snatch as
well as the taste of his meat. Drilling the tip of her tongue
into the slot, she moaned and suddenly clamped her lips around the
entire widened bulb, to pull it far back into her eager mouth.
Lester was watching the action closely, while he fed his tool
back and forth into the boiling sleeve of his wife's lush pussy,
and the woman was shared between them. She was taking care of
both their sexual needs, and reveling in the dual loving she was
getting in return. Her body rolled and she arched her back,
lifting her crotch to ride her husband's plunging rod as she
sucked lustily upon her lover's young cock.
She's going to get come into her at both ends," Jerry said,
his pulses racing. "You'll fill her pussy with your semen and
I'll pump mine down her throat. Man, your wife loves to eat it,
too; she's sucking hard on my knob and running her tongue all over
it, and her mouth is as hot as her cunt."
Grunting, Lester banged solidly into his wife's flexing
snatch. "Yeah, yeah--she's a beautiful sexy bitch, isn't she?
She fucks better now than ever before. Feed the meat to her, boy-
-fire your load into her mouth!"
Taking the woman's head in both hands, Jerry eased up and
down into her greedy mouth, watching the same movement below as
her husband fucked her there. Debbie moaned around his cockhead,
and when her body stiffened out, when her heels drummed upon the
mattress, he knew she was coming. She chewed down softly upon his
prick, and struggled to force the flanged head down the velvet
cavern of her throat.
Jerry shivered and dug his fingers into her black hair as his
balls leaped. The explosion of his come was furious, filling the
woman's mouth at the same time that her husband gasped and reached
his own orgasm.
Chapter 13
When Jerry sneaked off the bed, Debbie was giving her husband
a blow job, and the guy was just beginning to angle his body,
folding it around so that he would be able to get at her snatch
with his mouth. They didn't need him right now, and he was
interested in finding out what was happening next door.
Grabbing his robe, he pulled it on and went to his own room
to find slippers. In the kitchen, he glanced at the clock and
figured that Mary Carter should be home by now, and his mother
ought to be making her move with the girl. Clicking the door
behind him, he hurried across the driveway, then the short stretch
of grass that separated the homes. The night was dark and
moonless, and Jerry was glad of the cover it provided. It
wouldn't do for some of the neighbors to wonder why the hell
people were flitting back and forth like this, without being all
dressed up.
He tried the back door and the knob turned in his hand.
There was light filtering down the hall from the living room, so
he followed it quietly and stood just inside the archway, peering
around. He saw his mother sitting languorously upon the couch,
her long legs stretched out and the dressing gown fallen away to
expose the alabaster grace of her thighs. She had her head back
against the upper part of a sofa, and her face turned toward the
small, cute girl sitting at the other end.
Jerry eyed the kid, the way her jeans snugged small but
shapely hips and legs, the little apples of her breasts hinted at
by a thin shirt. She looked great, that red hair flaming out
around a pert, cameo face. But if you didn't take a second look
he thought, you might figure she was too young for anything, just
a little kid. Mary Carter was very small, all over, a couple of
inches shorter than his own five feet in height, and she weighed
possibly seventy-five pounds. He wondered if Lester Carter could
be right, if his huge cock might not be able to work itself into
what must also be a tiny young pussy.
If she was a cherry, it would be more difficult; her girlish
cunt would never have been stretched around a guy's meat; it would
be very tight, and he remembered something about a hymen that
would have to be broken. That would hurt her, he thought, and bit
his lips. As much as Jerry would like to be the very first to
fuck this attractive little girl, he had to admit that it would be
a lot better for her father to do it, or his own dad.
His mother was talking now, her voice low and sultry and
intimate. "I told them you were no child, Mary. But parents have
a blind spot when it comes to their kids. I was that way with
Jerry, you know--not recognizing that he was fully developed, with
powerful urges of his own."
Mary's hands were knotted in her lap, and she seemed edgy as
she answered, "He--he has? I mean, I was beginning to wonder
about him. He never--we never even tried to--oh, I feel all mixed
up, talking to you about this. I was so surprised when I came
home to find you here, and my parents gone. And the way you've
been hinting around about something mysterious going on-"
"Okay," Angela said then, "let's put it all up front. What
I've been working up to is--well, you're no child, and neither is
my son. You're both sexually mature, as grown up in that way as
me, or Lester and Debbie. The question is, are you emotionally
mature, too. And the next question is: are you a virgin?"
Jerry saw Mary's chin jerk up and her green eyes go wide.
"What--why do you--"
"I don't care," Angela said, "but your parents do; at least,
your father is fretting about it, and not for the usual uptight
reasons. He's worrying if you can take a man's cock, without
being hurt."
Amazingly, Mary laughed, the sound like tinkling silver
bells. "Oh wow! That's a hell of a thing to say. I mean, I just
don't expect to hear it from the older generation; not straight
out--cock. Oh wow. And for my uptight old man to think--" She
broke off to laugh again, crossing her small legs with a
singularly compelling movement.
Then the girl sobered. "But why does dad wonder if I can
take a man's cock? That's the freakiest idea I ever heard."
"Your father and mother aren't uptight anymore," Angela said
calmly. "Not about themselves, anyway. It's a complicated story,
but I'll simplify it by just saying that I'm screwing your father
and that Jerry is laying your mother--among other things the four
of us have going, together. Together, Mary, so that means
sometimes it's Jerry and me, or Debbie and me, or three of us
balling."
The girl's eyes grew enormous. "Mom and dad? Them--swingers?
I can't believe it. But you wouldn't be saying it, telling me
this, unless it was true. Dad; man, that's far out. I might be
able to accept mom making it with another guy, but my father?"
Angela moved closer and took the girl's small hand. "He's
pretty good, since he let himself go. And I guess he's the main
reason I'm telling you about us. But you still haven't answered
my question, Mary--are you a cherry?"
Mary shook her head. "No; I--I've made it a couple of times
with just one guy, that's all. I guess I mean he made it; he's
too quick for me or something. Or else it's all a lot of crap
about a woman digging sex as much as a man."
"It isn't," Angela assured her, "and I'm glad to hear you're
no frightened virgin, because we have some plans for you, dear."
"Plans? Hey--" Mary sat erect. "You said something about
you and mom--and about you and Jerry! That means you're screwing
your own kid, and going bisexual with my mom."
"Yes," Angela said calmly, "and it's all wonderful,
fantastic. If you're really grown up, you can find out for
yourself."
Mary Carter sat stiff and quiet, her brow furrowed, and Jerry
could sense the girl's mental turmoil. Then he heard a small
sound behind him and whirled to see Debbie and Lester sneaking up
the Hallway from the kitchen. Lester had on his pants and nothing
else; Debbie wore only a bath towel around her full hips, and her
lustrous breasts swung bare and intriguing. She put a finger to
her lips in warning and eased up to whisper in Jerry's ear.
"How is she taking it? What's happening--has Angela made a
pass at her yet?"
Jerry murmured the answer softly: "Mary is thinking it all
over. She's mixed up right now."
In the living room, the girl said with determination, "No; I
don't get this. Something is freaky. My mom wouldn't screw a kid
like Jerry, and my dad--he's so damned old-fashioned and uptight
that he feels guilty whenever he gets around to making it with his
own wife, which isn't very often."
"I'd better go help," Debbie said, and moved past Jerry. He
and Lester watched the woman move into the living room, and saw
the others look up. Angela smiled warmly, but Mary put the back
of one small hand to her mouth in shock when she saw her mother's
nude tits.
"It's all right, baby," Debbie said. "I'm not ashamed of my
body anymore; I'm proud of it."
"T--true, then," Mary gasped. "It's really true; you've been
balling them next door!"
"And loving it," her mother said, moving close to sit on the
arm of the sofa. "You'll love it, too."
Jerry whispered to Lester, "She's no cherry, but she hasn't
come with a guy yet. That leaves it up to you, man. You can be
the first to really thrill her."
"She knows, now," Lester answered softly, "so I guess I have
to. Old-fashioned and uptight, huh? I'll show that kid."
And on the sofa, Mary was moving uncertainly away from her
mostly naked mother, tugging at the hand Angela still held.
"Now wait a minute! I didn't say I'd get involved in
anything--I didn't--"
Debbie flipped the towel from around her waist, exposing the
dark glory of her mound, and as her daughter's eyes were drawn to
it, she took a grip on Mary's other wrist. "You're already
involved, dear. You have to be, or everything could fall apart,
and I'm not about to give up all the sweet loving I've been
getting." Lifting her voice, she called, "Les! Jerry! Come on
out here and give us a hand."
Moving robotlike, his eyes fixed upon the piquant body of his
small daughter, seeing the shock and fear in her face. But the
man's prick was bulging against the restriction of his pants,
Jerry saw. Lester worked his zipper as he neared the sofa, and
kicked off his slacks. His cock leaped out, fuller and longer
than Jerry had ever seen it.
"No!" Mary Carter whispered. "Oh no--I--I'm afraid, daddy."
"Take off her leans," Debbie said sharply, as her husband
seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Go ahead, Les--pull them down
her legs, quick!"
He was a mechanical man, bending jerkily to fumble at the
waist of his daughter's jeans, his swollen prick bobbing. Jerry
came slowly into the room, shedding his robe along the way, but
Mary hadn't seen him; she was staring mesmerized at her daddy's
erect shaft, at that glowing head with the droplet of fluid oozing
over its reddened tip. Lester pulled at the girl's pants and
peeled them away. She tried to keep her legs together and fought
against the women who were holding her wrists.
Mary wore panties, brief, tight little things that snugged
the outline of her tiny snatch. Lester's hand shook as he hooked
fingers into the elastic and broke it, as he jerked down the
undies. Then the man paused, struck by the sight of his young
girl's unshielded pussy, and Jerry didn't blame him. Mary's mound
shone with red hair, feathery and dainty, its curls scattered only
lightly across the adorable vee of a childlike vulva, and it was
positioned appealingly between the slender, milky thighs.
Her dad's voice was taut and scratchy as he said, "Hold her,
damn it! Pull her back and hold her down." The girl squirmed off
the sofa, and her mother came down beside her, clinging to one
arm; Angela pinned the other one above Mary's head, and Jerry saw
that they weren't going to try and take off her shirt. Her bottom
was bare, and for now, that would be enough, for now Lester was
desperate with the urgency swelling in his balls, with the hungry
throbbing of his cock. Now that the first move had been made for
him, Lester Carter was fiercely determined to fuck his daughter,
to force his stiff meat into the sweet little snatch that had been
taboo to him for all his life. He wasn't going to let it get
away.
Arching her back and rolling her narrow hips from side to
side, her eyes big and frightened, Mary tried to hold her thighs
together, but her father jammed a knee between hers and pried them
apart. His hand cupped the delectable vee of her little girl cunt,
and he seemed to be in a trance as she writhed her crotch into his
questing palm.
Then Lester was in between the slightly modeled legs, one
hand pressing down upon his daughter's smooth belly to hold her in
place, the other steering the distended bulb of his prick into the
shuddering mound of the fragile pussy. All of them watched him,
their eyes fixed intently upon that polished knob as it settled
into the delicate little snatch. When Mary felt its spongy
pressure, she gasped and a shudder wracked her slim body, but her
father pushed and pushed again, working the tip of his leaking
glans into the fiery heat of that little used cunt.
The man's eyes were glazed with the urgency of his passion,
his mouth open and his teeth clenched. Staring down to see his
cockhead half buried into the girl's tremulous mound inflamed him
even more, and his next shove was much stronger, powerful enough
to slide the bud up inside the pink, tight lips. Mary jerked
convulsively then, and the reflexive movement served to slide her
daddy's hard cock farther up into her narrow gash.
"Baby," he breathed, "oh my beautiful little baby--so tight
and hot, so sweet and juicy--oh darling, Mary darling--"
Lester's shaft disappeared into the fearful clench of her
girlish vagina, eased in until his stem was tight against her
labia, and those rosy lips were stretched wide around its bulk.
His balls came to rest in the hairless crack of his daughter's
diminutive ass, and the man was fucking her, all the years of
pent-up lust boiling out at once, all the dark and denied needs
being fulfilled. She twisted upon his first lingering stroke, and
quivered as he backed out for another one.
Moving around so that he could look down into the girl's
pixielike face, Jerry watched the tenseness there, and perhaps was
the first to see the other emotions that passed over it. There
was shock and something like hurt, but something else was
appearing--a swiftly growing excitement that dampened Mary's mouth
and made her eyelids flutter, that expanded her tiny nostrils and
caused a pulse to hammer in the slim ivory column of her throat.
Angela saw it, too, and released the wrist she had been
holding immobile upon the sofa pillow. Debbie was too deeply
engrossed in watching her husband screw their daughter, her eyes
avidly upon the slow and loving thrusting of his prick within the
girl's immature vagina and her nipples standing out stiffly in the
centers of her creamy globes.
"Let her go," Jerry said. "Debbie, let her go, so she can
hold him. Can't you see that she wants to fuck him back?"
Mary's arms went up to encircle her father's neck, to draw
him down to her open, panting mouth. Against his lips she said,
"Daddy, daddy--oohh! It feels so different from Freddie's thing.
Oh, daddy, it feels good--wonderful! Ah--don't be afraid to stick
it deeper--deeper! Yes, like that--oh my sweet daddy, fuck me,
fuck me!"
"Baby!" he gasped. "Baby girl--such a sweet young cunt, all
tight and burning. Darling, baby, sweetheart--ahh! Ahh!"
Lester's ass heaved up and down, rolling as he fed the meat
into his daughter's suctioning pussy, and the girl bent her knees
to slide her feet closer, so she could lift her thinly bearded
snatch and meet his strokes.
Her arms fell away from his neck then, and her hands raced up
and down her dad's sweating back, lingering upon the moving cheeks
of his ass and clawing there as her orgasm gathered force within
the seething depths of her intensely aroused vagina, as the power
began to concentrate into the receiving center of her clit.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted. "Your prick in me--oh your
daddy-cock sliding inside my pussy--it's so good I can't stand it.
Can't take it any longer, daddy--oh! Oh! I--it's happening to
me, really happening to me, and I'm going to come, come, COME!"
Mary thrummed like a guitar string, her taut muscles
vibrating in a wild, all-encompassing ecstasy that ripped her
body. Shrieking, she chewed into her father's shoulder and dug
her fingernails savagely into his straining buttocks, pounding her
crotch up against his pelvis and wringing her feverish pussy
around the surging of his stiff shaft.
Caught up in the furious release of his daughter's first
climax, Lester hammered wildly at her clenching snatch and let go
with his own ejaculation. Jerry caught his breath, knowing what a
tremendous release it must be for the man, realizing that the
hosing of thick, heavy semen must be like a powerful jet raining
come inside the snug, constricted sheath of the girl's near
virginal cunt. Lester twitched and trembled, folding slowly
forward to sag upon the small, yet writhing body, locked adoring
between the grip of her slim young thighs.
Debbie let out a long, sighing breath and cupped the swollen
melons of her breasts in both hands. "So lovely," she murmured.
"So lovely for them, and so exciting for us."
Chapter 14
They left the new lovers alone for awhile, allowing them to
luxuriate in the culmination of their long hidden desires, and as
Jerry moved away with the two women, he looked back to see
Lester's prick still buried into the steaming tightness of his
young daughter's pussy. They needed time to themselves, Jerry
knew. thinking back to how glad he had been to explore his
mother's body leisurely, without anyone nearby. But Lester would
soon bring the girl over next door so that they could join the
others; he was too involved in fucking his neighbor's wife and in
rediscovering his own wife's snatch.
In the kitchen of his house, Jerry watched as his mom and
Debbie Carter had drinks, and took a Coke for himself. Debbie
sipped her highball and sighed. "It was marvelous to see Mary
come alive on her father's prick like that. To think she had
never come until then. She was so frightened at first, and I
suppose we were all technically partners in rape, but then she
started fucking him back, and everything was all right."
"She's such a beautiful, highly sensuous child," Angela said.
"No--not a child, but a miniature young woman. And evidently
she's had a thing for her father for years, just as he yearned for
her. How wonderful that we could be in on their first screwing,
be a part of that fabulous coupling."
Jerry said, "I know just how she felt; it was the same way
when I got in between your legs, mom. You were everything I had
ever wanted, all I ever needed."
His mother gave him a sultry smile. I know darling. There's
no telling how much longer we would have stayed in that bedroom,
fucking happily, if Debbie hadn't walked in on us."
Debbie said, "Les won't take that long. He's all wrapped up
in our daughter, and I can't blame him. But he's also eager to
keep screwing both of us, too--and to have Mary shared. Let's
have another drink, and if he isn't over here in a few more
minutes, Jerry here can take care of us. The poor boy has had a
magnificent hard-on for a long time."
"Lucky for us," Angela laughed, "he keeps one practically all
night long, and he doesn't do bad in the daytime, either."
Drinking, Debbie said, "And when is Mack coming home? You
know, I'm all wired up at the idea of screwing your husband. I
want to experience that cock you've been getting all these years,
Angela. It'll be fantastic, to share him with you."
"I don't know," Jerry's mom answered. "He could arrive
almost any time--tomorrow, maybe even tonight. I never know for
certain when he's coming in."
Finishing his Coke, Jerry thought about his dad returning,
about the whole new panorama of screwing that would be ready for
him--two new cunts to try out, this sensual mother and her lovely
young daughter. Jerry hoped they would balance out the fact that
he had fucked up his original assignment, that of keeping his mom
away from neighborhood entanglements which might cause trouble.
The women were murmuring to each other over their drinks when
the back door opened, and Lester led in his daughter, both now
wearing robes. He had the girl by the hand, and she was hanging
back a little, her small cameo face down and a flush staining her
cheeks. Light glinted entrancingly in the dark red wealth of her
hair, and bathed the pristine whiteness of her flawless skin.
Lester said, "I'll have one of those--a double, I think.
Mary's still shy, but she wouldn't let me leave her behind,
either; not that I wanted to by any means."
Moving to the girl, Jerry took her arm and brought her around
the breakfast bar, where he popped the cap on a soft drink and
gave the bottle to her. "It's okay, Mary; really it is. Man, I
must have been stupid, not to make a real pass at you before.
You're so cute and sexy, you can turn on any guy. But I was
scared."
Her eyes slowly lifted to his, sea-green eyes deep and
bright. "I was, too. And you don't think I'm awful for screwing
my dad that way?"
"I think you're great," he answered, "and you made me so
damned horny I thought I'd blow off just watching you."
Mary's lashes shielded her eyes. "I--I know; I caught a
glimpse of your cock, over my daddy's shoulder. But it's so big--
"
"I can grease it," Jerry whispered. "My mom says that a
woman can take just about any size prick, that cunts can stretch a
long way when they have to. And Mary--I really want to screw you,
and make you come the way you did with your father. I want to eat
that sweet little pussy, too."
She pulled in a deep breath that lifted her small, round
breasts against her green satin robe. "Eat it? Go down on me?"
"Sure," he said. "You don't know how that can turn you on,
and I'll bet your beautiful cunt will taste like honey."
Mary's tiny hand trembled as she put down the soft drink
bottle. "Your mouth on my pussy--oh man! oh wow!"
As he put a hand upon her narrow hip, Jerry became conscious
that the others had stopped talking and were listening to them.
He blinked around at his mother, at the girl's parents.
"Go ahead into the bedroom," Angela said softly. "We'll join
you there later."
Lester mumbled, "Be careful, kid; she has such a tiny
snatch."
"I will," Jerry promised, and took Mary Carter by the hand.
The bedroom was intimate around them, scented by his mother's
perfume and by the underlying musk of the sexual activities that
had taken place there. At the edge of the kingsize bed, the girl
hesitated, until he turned her, took her in his arms and kissed
her.
This time, it was no kid's caress, but a hungry, seeking
meeting of their mouths, and when he pushed his tongue in to find
her own, Mary's met him fiercely. The tiny thing was sugary and
hot, trembling and curling. Their teeth clashed and she thrust
the small length of her body harshly against him. Jerry slid the
robe from her shoulders and wiggled out of his own. Naked then,
his crotch pressed into her belly, and his prick throbbed
powerfully against the satin skin.
Gently then, he urged her down upon the bed, and Mary closed
her eyes, her body tensed, still afraid of being screwed, even
after she had fucked her father, frightened of this new, massive
cock.
"Take it easy," he said. "Mom keeps some creams on the
dresser there, and I'll grease my prick real good, so it'll slide
in easy. But after I go down on you, Mary--after I get that
gorgeous little snatch flowing with your own juice."
He crawled up on the bed beside her, drinking in the utter
loveliness of her flesh. Mary's tits were small, but firm as
apples, their red nipples standing erect, and Jerry bent to kiss
them, to fondle them slowly and caressingly with hands and lips
and tongue. She shivered as he sucked first one tasty tip, then
the other, and Jerry let his hands roam softly over her miniature
Venus body, relaxing her, feeling the tautness go out of her by
degrees. She felt very warm and exceptionally smooth, and when he
cupped his hand between her spread thighs to fondle the girl's
mound, he realized again just how small it was.
Those red and feathery cunt hairs tickled his palm, and the
heat of her vulva burned against his skin. It was his first young
pussy, his first loving of a beguiling little snatch possessed by
a kid his own age, and she felt wonderful against him, all gentle
twitchings and uncertain ripplings.
Licking hotly down her rib cage, Jerry then nibbled at the
white flesh of her flat belly, and drew his lips adoringly over
each hip. His hands stroked her legs, and he could feel his cock
bulging with desire, but he wanted to drive her wild with his
mouth first; she had never had this provocative cunt eaten, and he
knew she would freak out when he did it to her. Besides, it would
loosen her junior-sized vagina for the fucking to come.
As his face neared her pulsating mound, as his flared
nostrils caught the savory odor rising from its pink lips, Jerry
thought that she probably still held her father's load of semen
within the compressed depths of her pussy, and that excited him
even more.
She didn't know what to expect, but her passionate body was
responding for her, reacting without her conscious guidance; her
sleek belly rolled and her slender ass rocked from side to side.
He could hear her panting and feel the quaking of her body as he
blew warm breath into the daintily haired snatch, stirring the
silken red fuzz and making the cunt lips flinch.
Then he nuzzled lovingly into the girlish crotch, his hands
sliding beneath the small cheeks of her ass as her thighs opened
wider for his head. Jerry lapped along the length of her pussy
lips, tasting the flaming excitement of them, learning the
delicious flavor, and when he opened his lips, found that he could
cover Mary's entire organ with his mouth.
Sucking upon it, he pulled her labia into his mouth, drew
them wide and released them just long enough to drive his tongue
deeply into the fragile furnace of her youthful vagina. The slick
velvets of her tiny hole sizzled around his tongue, and Jerry
probed deeply, reaching as far up into that succulent box as he
could.
"In my Pussy!" Mary gasped. "I can feel your tongue wiggling
inside my pussy. Jerry--oh, Jerry--you're really eating me,
sucking me--oohh!"
Drilling his tongue into her hood, he discovered the tiny
clit and teased it, drew upon it, but it was too small to get
between his teeth, so he was content to suck at it.
Her slim, almost skinny body suddenly arched upward, and she
rolled back upon her shoulders, bending her knees and bracing her
elfin feet against the mattress, lifting the juicy feast of her
childlike pussy for him. Jerry chewed into it, torturing her
dainty clitoris with his tongue, tenderly mauling her entire cunt
and siphoning her sweet fluids down his throat. She was blazing
hot, her belly writhing and thrusting, her ass wheeling in short,
violent circles as the sensations got better for her.
"Th--this is as good as fucking," she hissed. "It's better,
even--oh! Oh, darling--suck harder, turn my pussy inside out in
your mouth. Oohh--I can't stand it anymore! It's going to happen
to me again, all hot and slidy and tickling so much--Jerry!
Jerry, I'm coming again, coming again!"
Her flexing vagina turned more slippery, and the girl heaved
her silken-mossed crotch against his teeth; bucking and
shuddering, Mary ground her snatch furiously into his mouth as she
reached the foaming crest of an orgasm that threatened to tear her
apart. For a long, enchanted moment, she strained to him in the
savage completeness of her tremendous climax, then sagged as the
strength went out of her.
Licking gently into her pussy, Jerry continued to tantalize
her mini-clit, and brought it slowly to another state of erection.
Reveling in the pure sensual pleasure he was giving her, he teased
Mary Carter to a series of smaller orgasms, humming his happiness
into the steamy depths of her cunt each time she came.
She was gasping for breath when he at last lifted his
dripping face from between her lean thighs and climbed somewhat
unsteadily off the bed to go search the dresser for some more
lubrication. She was so juicy that he might not need it, Jerry
thought, but he wanted to be sure his thick, long shaft wouldn't
hurt the girl's inexperienced pussy. He found a jar of cream and
smeared the slippery stuff liberally over his bulging cockhead,
then down the length of his pole.
Back at the bed and setting himself between her cute little
legs, Jerry gazed fondly down at the humid cunt that he would soon
penetrate. It seemed more beautiful than ever, so cunningly
wrought, designed especially to bring rapture to a hard prick and
he adored it with his eyes.
Mary reached up and got hold of a pillow to slide beneath the
cheeks of her ass. "Maybe this will help," she murmured, flushing
pink and not looking at him, still easily embarrassed, even though
he had just eaten her snatch and made her come several times.
Not waiting any longer, driven by the pressure of his balls,
Jerry aimed his flanged knob directly into the beckoning pink lips
that glistened with the girls seeping love oils. They were
searing against his tip, very soft and very small, and he shoved
hesitantly, feeling the grease wet her miniature labia, feeling
the eager heat melting the stuff.
"Push it on in me," she said. "I'm sure I can take it--but
oh, it's so big, so thick! Push it in, Jerry--hurry, please. I
fucked my daddy, and I can fuck you."
More strongly then, he edged his cockhead into the slowly
opening cunt lips, forcing them to turn elastic, squeezing into
the narrow, voluptuous gash. An inch slid inside her box, and
more, and her snatch seemed impossibly tight, unable to expand
around his swollen knob. But she was wiggling hungrily, pushing
back at him, and suddenly the cockhead slipped into her vagina,
gliding on up inside a delicate pussy that seemed composed of a
thousand taut rubber bands, that was greased and palpitating with
eagerness.
Jerry's meat worked carefully along the girl's constricted
sheath, and he stopped when he felt his bulb pressing into the
spongy socket of her womb. Mary's narrow vagina gripped him
avidly, its walls tight and slick, tight and scalding, the newly
awakened muscles jerking and rippling. He backed slowly out, and
her cunt tried to follow his shaft, to hold it jealously, clamping
so strongly he could barely move his shaft. But the grease
helped, and he began to stroke back and forth into her, fucking
her as her daddy had fucked her only a short time before.
"L--love it!" she panted. "Migod, how much I love your huge
prick! It feels like I'm being ripped apart, but I adore being
filled up with all this lovely, hard meat. Your cock is so much
bigger than my daddy's, thicker and longer--ahh! Ah, darling,
lover, you sweet screwer. I'm going crazy, freaking out--but
don't stop putting it to me; never stop putting it to me."
Thrusting in and out of her greedily suctioning hole, Jerry
was careful not to shove his pole in to the balls. Mary's little
pussy was too shallow to take it all, and he was content to have
her squirming lasciviously upon most of his club. He felt his
semen gathering in his swaying testicles, felt them ballooning
with the liquid that was fighting to get out. Mary wiggled madly
around his pistoning rod, and he held to her ass.
He couldn't hold it back, and as the girl lurched against
him, when she pumped her crotch furiously into the base of his
prick, Jerry closed his eyes in ecstasy and stopped trying to
prolong the time to his orgasm. Mary must have reached her own
crest at the same moment, because she cried out in wordless
rapture at the same second that his semen gushed forth from the
jerking head of his cock.
Bubbling thick and creamy, Jerry's come bathed the narrow
walls of the girl's seething cunt, spurting hot and sticky
throughout the clenching vagina and bathing it, hosing it, with
the most vital juices of his straining body. Mary writhed
tempestuously as she felt the geyser of his come splashing inside
her, and shuddered violently in the throes of her own
gratification.
Slowly, locked together adoringly, they rolled over, lying on
their sides and belly to belly as the waves of passion began to
ebb within their bodies. Jerry kissed the girl's throat, her
mahogany red hair, her temple, and told her how much he loved her.
After awhile, she murmured, "But you won't be jealous of my
daddy, will you? I can't stop fucking him, not ever, because I
love him, too."'
"I won't be jealous," Jerry promised. "Nobody will; we can
all fuck each other, and eat each other, and do everything we
want, sharing our love and making it bigger that way. I'll keep
screwing my mom, and your mother, and your dad will keep right on
putting the meat to you, too. And when my father comes home,
he'll be glad to have a fresh young pussy like yours to get into."
Mary sighed, and tried to snuggle closer. She was one of
them now.
Chapter 15
Hand in hand, and not bothering to hide their nakedness,
Jerry and Mary walked back into the kitchen, but found no one
there. "They're probably in the living room," he said, "leaving
us alone for awhile as we left you and your dad. And they're
probably screwing hell out of each other by now. Hey--are you
hungry? I am; fucking always makes me hungry."
She grinned at him, piquant face and rosebud lips. "I could
use a sandwich, I guess. Let me help."
As they pulled the makings from the reefer, Jerry asked, "Did
you ever watch your mom and dad fuck?"
Shaking her head, she answered, "No, but I heard them
sometimes. Not that they made a lot of noise; they didn't seem to
get all that excited."
"They do now," Jerry said, putting mayonnaise on bread as she
opened a package of lunch meat. "It's like they're young all over
again. And it looks like your mom and mine always had a thing for
each other. When they make it, your father and I get more turned
on. You should have seen him shove it right up your mother's ass
one time, while Angela was eating her."
Mary bit into her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "I
probably will see it. And I wonder if it feels any better, to
have a woman do it. Man, I'm getting shaky all over again, just
thinking about my mom putting her face down between my thighs, or
the other way around. Do you think my dad will dig us doing
that?"
"He sure would," Jerry said, eyeing the lovely little girl.
"And Angela will, also. I can see the three of you in kind of a
triangle, eating each other's cunts and wiggling all hot and sexy.
That would be a good start for a real gang bang, because then your
dad and me would just have to start fucking the closest pussy we
could reach, or putting it into the nearest mouth. Then, when
Mack gets home and finds out that we've all been making it, all
you women will be ready to take him on, too."
"Mmm," Mary said around a bite of sandwich and nodding.
They washed down the quick meal with glasses of cold milk,
and Jerry drew the girl close to him, fondling her small, apple
tits and rubbing his half-risen cock against the smooth flatness
of her belly. "Let's go in and see what they're doing," he
suggested. "Are you ready for some more fucking?"
"Any time," the girl agreed, and reached down to pat his
cockhead tenderly. "But don't wear yourself out, man; save some
of that beautiful cock for me."
Giggling with her, Jerry kept one arm around the very slim
waist, and their bare thighs kissed teasingly as they walked
together toward the living room. The light was on, spilling a
soft and golden radiance over the naked people in the room. Jerry
saw that they were in a new position, an intriguing pattern that
allowed them all to enjoy the intimate joining of flesh within
flesh.
Debbie Carter had her lush thighs spread, and her shaggy
crotch pushed down against her husband's opened, sucking mouth;
she was facing down his body, where Angela was straddling him, the
burnished mound of her pussy clenching the stem of Lester's deeply
submerged prick.
The women were rocking sensuously upon the man, one upon his
face, the other upon his shaft, staring into each other's eyes as
they squirmed and shifted. Mary Carter's hand gripped Jerry's
hard as she took in the scene, and he heard the sharp intake of
the girl's breath. She stared wide-eyed at her father, pinned
down as he was by two women, one of them her mother, and Jerry
knew something of the sensations that were flashing through her.
He'd felt much like that, just seeing his dad lay the meat to his
mom, kind of shocked and excited and very horny.
Moved by a mutual impulse, the women lifted their hands and
twined their fingers together, their asses grinding and humping in
a slow, wanton rhythm as they shared the loving body of the man
beneath them, the male they were dominating. Leaning closer, their
hands parted, only to caress each other's breasts, cupping and
squeezing and rolling the nipples. Tilting their upper bodies
still farther forward, their mouths reached hungrily, and a pair
of red, wet tongues clashed.
"They--they're tied together now," Mary breathed. "Their
bodies are connected all the way around."
"Like a circle of sex," Jerry agreed, "and really making it."
"Mom and dad," the girl whispered, "and your mother--oh wow!
I know it's real and that I'm actually seeing this, but still it
seems like some kind of erotic dream."
Her hand left his and searched blindly until the fingers
wrapped around the shaft of his swollen prick. Mary hung onto it
for support as the trio on the carpet moved faster and hunched
more sinuously.
Clamping down on his cock and rubbing her satin flank against
him, she hissed then, "They're coming--oh, I hope they all come at
the same time! It's so much better that way."
Debbie's mouth was gasping into Angela's red lips, and Lester
was pumping madly while lapping, sucking noises rose from his face
cuddled between his wife's rounded, polished thighs. Jerry
watched his mother's ass surge, and saw her hands grip the other
woman's tits as she moaned. Looking down between the cheeks of
her ass, he could make out the coiling of the man's balls. They
were hitting it, all right, riding the crest and coming, both
women trembling and gasping, Lester shooting a wad of his thick
semen up into one boiling cunt while he chewed into another one.
The girl'shand was moving up and down his cock, gently
massaging the swollen knob, and he put an arm around her so he
could cup one of the small, hard tits and whisper into her ear.
"Do you want to fuck now?"
"Yes and no, she murmured. "I want to--oh, how I want to get
screwed. But I want us to be with them, to be a part of them. Is
that all right, Jerry?"
"Sure," he said, glad that this sweet kid had shed all her
inhibitions and was now ready for group sex. He knew that she had
big eyes for both her parents, and that was fine, too. But for
the moment, Lester was screwed out, and she might have to content
herself with him and the women.
Tugging gently at her, Jerry moved her toward the others as
they untangled themselves. Debbie rose higher on her knees,
lifting her dripping crotch from her husband's face, the black and
curly hair of her forest glistening with her clear juices. Angela
gave that educated twist of her ass, and snapped Lester's cock
from her pussy; a slow rivulet of cream oozed down the shaft as
the inflamed head came into view. Angela rolled gracefully to one
side and came erect.
"Children! How nice. Did you two make it okay? We got to
talking about what was happening in the bedroom, and just couldn't
wait."
On the floor, Lester rolled his head, his cheeks and chin
smeared with pussy lubrication, and looked up at the nude body of
his beautiful little daughter. The guy must wish he could just
keep balling, Jerry thought, seeing Mary bare-assed like that, and
knowing that she had watched him swing with two other females,
realizing that she had seen him eating out her mother's hot cunt.
Licking at his lips, Lester said in a scratchy voice, "Are
you all right, baby? You're not hurt or anything? I wanted to go
in and maybe help you, but it seemed so--and the women were all
excited--" his voice trailed off, but his eyes continued to devour
the slim, fragile form.
Mary went swiftly to him, to kneel beside her father and
press her lips against his slippery ones. "I'm just fine, dad;
really I am. Except that I'm so turned on I'm burning inside. I
want to be with you and mom and Angela, and to have Jerry's big
cock in me, too."
"That's great, baby," he said, stroking her, touching the
pert moundings of her young tits. "We're all glad for you, and me,
most of all. But I need a little rest just now. Not for long,
sweetheart because I can already feel my cock stirring for you."
Lifting her head, Mary scuttled over to her mother and buried
her face between the big, soft globes of Debbie's olive-hued tits.
"Mom--you were just beautiful, and so was Mrs. Winston--Angela.
Oh mom, Jerry ate my pussy before he fucked me."
Caressing her daughter, Debbie drew the girl close, snugging
the slender body between her opulent thighs and pressing their
humid bushes together, young pussy throbbing against mature cunt
in love and desire. Jerry moved over to his own mother and took
her in his arms, reveling in the long, hot length of her body
against his own, feeling her flesh aroused and satin, rubbing his
distended cockhead into her smooth belly, and knowing the
resilience of her fine breasts on his taut skin.
"Darling," she breathed, "I could fuck you silly right this
minute, and you know how much I want your gorgeous young prick
shoved up into my pussy. But I think we should wait awhile, that
we ought to see that little Mary is completely initiated into the
group. What do you think?"
"Anything is okay with me," Jerry answered. "She's a hot
piece of ass, just like you and her mom. Her cunt is so small,
though; I had to be careful not to stuff all my meat into her, but
it was a far-out fuck, anyway--tight and juicy, and I went down on
her, too."
"That's nice, baby; did she eat you in turn?"
Jerry shook his head. "We didn't take time for that. We
wanted to come in here with the rest of you. She's excited about
tasting another pussy, she said, and to have her own loved by a
woman."
"She's just perfect," Angela said, with a sensuous rolling of
her crotch against him. "So young and passionate and very
beautiful. We'll all enjoy her, especially your father, I'm
certain. A girl that nubile and lovely will make him pop off in
his pants."
"I hope so," Jerry said. "I still feel sort of bad about not
following his instructions."
Kissing his mouth lightly, his mother said softly, "Don't
fret about that, baby. I know your father better than anyone
else." With that, she moved away from him and drifted to the
women entwined upon the carpet.
He saw her whisper into Debbie's ear, kneeling so that her
tits brushed against Mary's naked back, and the other woman nodded
in agreement. Damn, Jerry thought; was he going to get cut out
again, while the three of them swung? He hoped not, because his
shaft was beginning to ache. Glancing at Lester, he saw the man
still on his back, but his cock was climbing slowly up again.
Then Debbie eased her daughter over, turning her onto her
back and spreading the lean young thighs wide apart. Bending
over, she said huskily, "We're both going to eat you, baby. Keep
your legs wide open for Angela and me."
Both of them? Jerry wondered how the hell they were going to
accomplish that, and edged nearer as the women went to their hands
and knees.
Debbie's round, plush ass was pointed in his direction, and
his mom's was aimed toward Lester. Two sets of cheeks glowed
entrancingly as the women lowered the upper parts of their bodies
and angled their buttocks higher; wiry black hair bunched around
Debbie's cleft, and silky golden moss shimmered from the crack of
Angela's ass. Jerry saw what they had in mind, that they were
offering themselves this way, while they worked on the girl
between them, and it was an exciting prospect.
But he was still interested in finding out just how they'd
eat Mary's lovely little snatch, and crawled closer to see. They
each fastened a mouth greedily to the girl's nipples, and their
quick, knowing hands were all over the straining, tremulous body
so small and yet so appealing. Mary writhed at the twin caresses,
her narrow hips ticktocking back and forth, her head thrown back
and her eyes closed.
Down the alluring, dainty body they went, their tongues
licking and tingling over her pristine skin, making the girl
squirm in tortured delight. Jerry approached Debbie Carter from
behind, feeling over the mellow cheeks of her rich ass, then
bending his stiff cock to slip it between her thighs so that it
lifted its heavy length along the greasiness of her hairy labia.
The woman quivered at its touch, and he looked over her shoulder
to where her tongue was flicking through the sparsely furred pubic
hair of her daughter's pulsing mound.
Then he saw his mother's face close in, saw the serpentine
wriggling of Angela's adept tongue, and watched it meet Debbie's
at the steamy opening of the small, veed pussy.
Together, they probed into Mary's clitoral hood, their wet
tongues sliding and curling, their eager tongues drilling and
boring into the sweet young cunt lips, their teeth flashing as one
or the other caught juicy, soft flesh and worried it tenderly.
Mary gasped and moaned; she reached down and dug her fingers into
the women's hair and her pelvis arched in torrid lust.
From the corner of his eye, Jerry saw Lester Carter moving up
behind Angela. The man's eyes were glazed with passion as he
watched two lovely women eating his little girl's pussy, and his
hands trembled as he placed one upon the small of Angela's sleek
back, as he used the other one to help steer his ridged knob up
into the slippery lips of her golden snatch from behind.
Jerry followed suit, settling his cockhead firmly into
Debbie's luxurious cunt, and driving it home to the hilt with a
single, powerful shove. His shaft embedded itself in the woman's
vagina, and his balls swung tingling against her slightly opened
thighs. The rounded, thrilling hillocks of her ass snuggled back
to his belly, to his crotch, and he fondled them lovingly as
Debbie's pussy clasped his prick with ardor.
"Uhh!" Lester grunted, as his pole reached up into Angela's
precious cunt. The man had let go into that marvelous sheath only
minutes before, but from a different angle, and he began to screw
that fabulous box as if he'd never known its heated depths before.
Mary panted, "Oh--oh--oh!" and squirmed upon the flashing
tongues that were maddening her clitoris and delving so thirstily
into her sweet young hole.
Thrusting into Debbie's clinging sleeve, Jerry rolled his ass
and curved his body over hers, still gripping her ripe cheeks.
Turning his head, he saw Lester backing his cock out of Angela,
all the way out, and wondered why. But a second later, he watched
the man working that greasy red knob higher, and realized that his
mother's asshole was being forced. Well, he thought, she had said
she wanted to take it there, take her son's hard meat up her back
tube, but they both knew his club was too big for that.
With interest, his own fucking arrested, he saw that Lester
was making it, and thought that his mom must have been screwed
there before, that his dad had probably packed her anus long
before now, loosening her and making her available for this new
lover.
Lester's shaft slid from sight, and the guy eased it back and
forth as Angela groaned, while Angela lapped and nuzzled into the
delectable, girlish pussy she and Debbie were so busily eating.
Then Lester withdrew from the new hole, and dropped his bulb to
reenter Angela's treasured snatch to take a few long thrusts there
before lifting again to the tighter, less known ring above. The
man was really getting off on the changeover, Jerry saw, and
envied him some. But not for long; Lester's wife was grinding her
filled gash around Jerry's buried pole, and he stroked her back,
feeding the meat into her steadily, digging the dilated cockhead
deeply into her and making her wiggle wih happiness.
High and keen, Mary's voice lifted: "C--coming! Oh, am I
coming! Mom, Angela--ahh, ahh! Keep right on eating my pussy,
you darlings--I'm coming!"
Jerry kept thrusting, continued to slide his stiff rod back
and forth into the juicy, full cunt of Mary's mother, and saw the
women's tongues wetly brushing each other as often as they were
dipping into the girl's churning mound. Debbie groaned then, and
her ass bucked heavily back against him, her lavish cunt
convulsing around his driving club.
He watched his mother's arched body stiffen out, and knew
that she was also reaching orgasm. Behind her, Lester locked his
hard prick into the narrow hose of Angela's ass and let go,
shaking and jerking as his semen gushed fiercely to soak her tube.
Now then, Jerry thought, and slammed his own cock furiously
into Debbie's pulsating snatch, rocking the woman's body with each
powerful stroke. Digging his fingers savagely into the giving
softness of her superb ass, he embedded his cockhead into the
swirling depths of her pussy and ejaculated.
Gush after spitting gush filled the woman's mature vagina,
bursting stickily over her cervix and drenching the trembling cunt
walls, oozing, foaming, and sloshing down the length of Jerry's
prick to puddle around its buried stem. There was a lot of it, so
that even though her pussy lips were stretched tightly around his
club, he felt a slow seepage of the milky fluid wetting his
emptied balls.
They had all made it, and in a wildly satisfying frenzy, each
of them climaxing in the meshed, blended loveliness of group
sharing. Jerry panted atop the woman, his head buzzing so that he
only dimly heard the rattle of a key in the front door.
But the sound penetrated his consciousness, and made him jerk
suddenly out of Debbie's flexing sheath. Moving swiftly, he
pushed Lester back, and the man's cock popped from Angela's ass.
He managed to maneuver the women into position, so that they were
lying side by side, their knees up and bent, their thighs spread--
Debbie on the left, little Mary in the middle, and Angela on the
other side. Their cunts glistened black and red and gold, all of
them shining with dewy juices, all of them gloriously appealing.
With Lester in the background, Jerry staggered to his feet
and hurried to the door. As it began to swing open, he gripped
his still erect prick and held it out in kind of a salute.
Mack Winston came into the living room, hesitating for a
moment as his eyes focused to the brighter light. Big and wide he
loomed in the doorway until Jerry pushed the door shut with a
click and cut off the outside world.
He saw his father's eyes widen, saw them move from one
exposed and spectacular pussy to the other, touching each of them
in turn, then flashing back across the delectable lineup of cunts
as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.
"Welcome home, dad," Jerry said then.
"Yeah," Mack said, deep in his throat. "Yeah, and that's the
damnedest homecoming present I ever saw."
Dropping his suitcase, Jerry's dad hurried as he peeled out
of his clothes, kicking aside shoes and slacks and hurling off his
shirt.
Jerry grinned. He and his father had done okay by each
other.
The End