completion again and he gasped and held her hips, thrusting upward to meet her downward thrust. Mara was in the throes of little climaxes that were building slowly toward the big one she always sought. Little twinges became bumps of sensation, which in turn exploded into a further sensation that built upward toward the final one that would cause her to keen and blow her top. He felt his own cum gathering in his balls, his cock throbbing with its swelling and expanding. The knob tingled until it was a pleasure-pain sensation that nearly made him scream. Then he gasped and, reaching out, he seized her hips and thrust her down upon his raging prick just as he began to spurt. He held her hard and fast against him, his jerking prick nearly nine inches deep inside her cunt. She felt him spurt and, as the hot wash of his cum filled her cunt, she went over the mountain peak. Wailing, she jerked and squirmed in a spasm of climax that caused her eyes to roll and her teeth to grind in the extremity of her pleasure. Her cunt quivered and quaked, opening and closing upon his cock until she had squeezed every ounce of his juice out.
“Ooooohhhhhhhh, Timmy… oooohhhhhhhh lover, I'm… I'm cummiiinnnggg!” she wailed and squeezed his balls to bring more of his spunk up into her unsatisfied cunt. His cum squirted out in great gouts, almost burning her cunt as it washed the walls and poured into the hot, dark cavity. Finally their throes subsided. The world turned right-side-up again and she slid off his softening prick to lie beside him in the sun, panting with her exertions. Tim was limp with exhaustion. He had been fucked as he had never dreamed of being fucked. And by his Mom, too. God, she was good. He raised his head and looked at her body. Slim, a little plump about the belly line, but still slim, large, firm tits, with slowly subsiding nipples, red with their exertions of the past hour. And that cunt… hot, moving, clutching cunt, that massaged his prick from the balls to the head and back again. And did she love it! He could now understand that night he had lain in bed, with a huge hard-on, listening to the sounds of moans and cries of pleasure coming from his parents' bedroom across the hall. His Dad had been a loving man, no doubt about it. But his Mom had also been a loving woman, who wrung every ounce of energy out of Mike night after night, filling her quaking cunt with his hot, spurting cum. Tim lay back, resting. This is going to be a summer to remember, he thought. I wonder how many times I could fuck her and cum in one day? Guess I will just have to try and see, and with that he drifted into a light sleep. Mara Fletcher was aware that she was using the body of her son to work out her sexual frustrations. She dreamed of that great cock, and she thought of it constantly during the day. Both of them had taken to going naked all the time, and she loved to see him working around the lakeside, his huge cylinder of cock swaying and flapping as he moved, undergirded by the dangle and sway of his huge sac of balls. He was becoming a wonderful lover. Some woman (a tinge of jealousy raced through her) would get a prize as a husband some day in the future. But right now… that dangling lovely prick was hers to suck, fuck, jerk and pet. It belonged to her and she was going to wring all the hot, spurting cum from it she could into her mouth and into her cunt. She had thought of another act she and Mike often put on for pleasure and pure joy. She would jerk off his prick until he was nearly ready to spurt his cum. Then he would straddle her belly and, leaning forward, would run his hot, pulsing cock up the valley of her breasts, and, holding her tits tightly against his cock, making a tunnel for it to glide in, he would begin fucking. The large head of his cock would flash through the crevice and would nearly reach her mouth. By bending over slightly, bowing her neck, she would lick it as it appeared, tasting the streaming, clear liquid that oozed from it. Just as he was coming, he would gasp his readiness and she would bend forward and take the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking and siphoning on it, as he groaned and squirted his thick, creamy cum deep into her throat. She fantasized doing this and many other things with Tim as the summer wore on. Her cunt was in a constant state of readiness, as was his cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The weeks sped by. Now satisfied with the opportunity for sex at any instant, Mara became calmer and put more time into her housework. She dragged out her paint box and began to sketch and paint various corners of the lake and the island, which she had not done for a long time. A published poet of small stature, getting her verses in the “small” magazines over the country, she suddenly began to write again, her verses taking on sexual flavor and color, and now and then she even got up the courage to mail one to a magazine she liked. Tim came to her bed every night. They did not actually sleep together, when finally the sexual wrestle was over for the night. He would go back to his room. But usually the dawn was pink along the eastern skyline before he stumbled to his bed, drained and nearly exhausted from the long hours of fucking and sucking. One evening, after manipulating him hard and throbbing, Mara got a tape measure and stretched it along the thick shaft from the head to the roots. He had added another half-inch to the monster since they had begun to fuck. Now he was an exact nine inches long, and nearly three inches and a half around. “Pretty big, huh, Mom?” “Pretty and big, right,” she agreed. She was obsessed with the huge machine. It made her weak when she thought about it; when she held it, as she did then, her lips watered to suck and lick it until the hot, thick cream gushed out of the slit. Now and then they showered together, so she could wash it and, with it slick with soap, jerk him until the semen mingled on her belly with the foam. One morning she followed him to the beach, her arms loaded with cold drinks, cookies and blankets. They spread out the blanket and, as he was reaching over her to lay the book he was carrying on the blanket, his cock, skinned back and bobbing with his movements, flopped against her lips. Her hot tongue darted out like that of a snake and she licked it hungrily. He straightened and, holding it in his fist, let her lick it like a lollipop. Finally he dropped to his knees, rampant and ready to go. She seized him and began to move her hand up and down slowly, looking thoughtfully at the prick in her closed, encircling fist. “Lie down, Tim, I want to do something with you I read about recently, but that I have not done.” “Sure, Mom. You sure have a lot of knowledge about sex.” “That is evidence that I had a good teacher- your dad,” she answered. But as she answered she thought of some of the other men she had fucked in her life and knew that Mike was only one of many. Tim lay on his back, his cock upward and hard, still clasped in her hand. She turned until her hips were to his face and, moving carefully, she straddled him, until her hot, wet cunt was directly over his mouth. “Now, honey, you lick me and suck my clitoris as I suck you off. It will be a new experience and a lot of excitement.” Tim did not hesitate.
During the past weeks she had taught him many things. He had eaten her several times, and liked to do it, his tongue becoming a little cock that titillated her clitoris, delved deeply into her hot, slick cunt, and made her come with little explosions of fluttering nerves.
Now he looked up into the dusky contours of her ass, the crevice between her plump cheeks, then the hairy expanse of her crotch, the spread lips of her cunt, moist and quivering, with the little hooded clit standing at the top part of the slit, eagerly awaiting his fingers and tongue. He touched it gently, and wiggled it, and she moaned. He tweaked it with his finger, then took it between thumb and forefinger and twirled it gently, jerking up and down upon it. It erected instantly, the membrane stretching tightly over it, moist and thin, and he rubbed it gently and felt her tremble and hunch slightly as he did so. She was meanwhile playing with him. She licked the head of his cock, taking the little bubble of cum from the slit and sucking it down her throat, loving the slightly earthy taste of it.
She licked the shaft down to his tightly gathered balls and then gently sucked first one ball, then the other, into her mouth. She tongued them softly, loving the feel of them, their slithering about in the moist, sperm-filled sac, and the taste of sweat and oil. Then she released them and licked her way back up the huge stem again, coming to the knob, and there, under the head, at the puckering of prepuce, where nerves were many and close to the surface, she licked and nibbled, feeling his cock swell and harden, and him flex his hips, trying to push his cockhead into her mouth. She began to fuck at his tongue, with slow little hunchings, as he slipped his mouth to her cunt and began to lick and suck at it with growing fervor. She loved this, and every chance she had with Mike, she had encouraged him to suck her off. He had been a man, however, who loved the direct plunging of his rod into her hot, wet, slick box, and would allow her only once in a blue moon to suck him and he to eat her. Tim was getting into the swing of it now, his tongue hardened and twitting her clit, making it quiver and stand, causing her to squirm and moan with the exquisite sensation that began to spread throughout her body. She began to spread her lips over the spongy knob of his cock, sucking lightly at the slit, laving it with her tongue, making it slick with her spit and spreading his little oozings of lubrication over the surface. She nibbled gently at the rim of the head with her teeth, causing him to draw back a bit. Knowing that she had startled him with a moment of pain, she murmured her apology and began to Lick and suck on the head, taking the pain away, and putting a wonderful, exciting feeling in its place, a sensation that grew and spread through his loins, as she formed her mouth into a beautiful O and slowly spread her lips wider and wider, allowing the burgeoning head to slip completely into the hot cavern of her mouth. Once there, filling the space, she wanted to go wild and suck and rub it with her cheeks and tongue, until he
