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