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
