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
