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!»
