her tits, then opening her blouse, firming them in his hands, making the nipples strut and tremble in the darkness. He lowered his mouth and sucked gently on them, first one and then the other. She moaned and seized his cock through his shorts and began to move it up and down.
It became impossibly long and hard, running down his pants leg until the head of it was peeking out of the leg of his shorts. “Mom, I think you and me had better do something about this,” he told her, as he reached into her bikini and ran a finger down the soft, wet groove of her cunt and felt the rise and throb of the rampant clit. “Oh yes, son, yes… yes!” She raised up on her toes and her tongue speared deeply within his throat, laving his mouth and inside cheeks.
Her lips suctioned upon his, making him shake with desire. Finally her lips softened and she eased away and slowly unzipped his fly. Reaching inside, she removed his cock and with equal slowness and gentleness began to masturbate the gigantic instrument of love. It oozed a stream of clear liquid that ran down stickily upon her fist and she paid it no attention. She kissed his paps and tongued them until the little nipples thrust hard against her lips. “Tim… did you come, when that trooper crashed into the cabin?” she asked softly, her tongue licking his chest. “Yeah, why?” He was kissing her tits, licking them and making the nipples quiver. “I knew you were nearly ready, for your balls had stopped swinging and slapping my ass. They were tight against your cock and I remember your cock beginning to swell like it does just before you come. Did you come a lot?” “It squirted out about three feet in the air,” he told her, “about two or three spurts. Then I dived into the couch to get away from his gun.”
He was fingering her asshole, pushing his finger into it up to the first knuckle and turning it about. She gasped and thrust back against him. “Do you want to fuck my ass?” she asked him. “I sure do,” he panted. “Right here, right now?” They were at the edge of the patio now. She murmured her pleasure as he continued to finger her.
“Yeah, right now,” he gasped. They hurried over to a chaise lounge. Mara tore the cushion from it and placed it upon the concrete flooring. Then she knelt upon it and bent over the frame of the lounge, twisting so her ripe ass was pointed up at him, her thighs widely spread. She was panting with her needs. “Gosh, Mom, you sure are hot tonight,” he groaned. Taking another cushion, he placed it back of her and lowered to it. His huge cock, hard and swinging about like a warm club, nudged between her thighs and under to rub in the wet slit of her cunt. A flood of her fuck-juice came down and spurted out upon it and the head was slick with her liquids. He felt the warm wash of it and groaned. Reaching under she began to finger her clitoris and the little instrument stiffened and thrummed under her ministration. She began to hunch back against him, her soft asscheeks slamming into his belly. Seizing her asscheeks he spread them apart. “There it is,” he murmured, and fingered the little brown hole there, puckered and awaiting his intrusion. “Be easy,” she breathed. “You are terribly huge to go into such a small place.” “You know I will,” he murmured, as he placed the head of his cock against the brown spot and pressed inward, making it slick with her own juices and easing the head so that it was about half in, the hole spreading slowly as the muscle there loosened. Then the entire plum-colored knob popped into the cavern, the muscle closed tightly back of it, and Tim gasped at the sharpness of the pinch. His balls jumped and trembled as he felt the squeeze of the ring.
“Are you in?” she asked plaintively. “I feel like you just put a ball bat inside me.” “Yes,” he breathed, his breath coming short in his chest. It was a most exquisite pleasure he had experienced. The slowness of the act, the building up of the lust within them, the apparent need of his mother to feel him feed the monster cock up her dark hole, all accumulated to thrill him as never before. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. There was no doubt about it, this was going to be a glorious spurt when the moment came.
“Don't rush it, honey. Be easy and slow and let's get the most out of it.” She eased back and caressed his balls, tickling him from the roots of his cock at his puckered asshole to his balls, and then caressed the shaft of his cock all the way up its incredible length to where the knob was fitted into the anus. He trembled with her caresses and she knew that he was building toward a crisis. “Easy, honey,” she breathed, putting her fingers to her cunt again and caressing just inside the lips, rimming her sensitive opening and caressing the little clit until her loins began to heave and move under her private finger-fucking. He settled himself firmly and, holding her hips, he eased the cock deeper inside her, making the hole stretch and the tissues within spread at its gigantic girth. She breathed through her nose to make sure she did not let herself get carried away with the moment and the movement. Deep inside her she felt her own crisis building, stirring, pausing and then stirring again. A slow warmth invaded her tissues, firing her blood, rising as a hot flood within her. She moaned and twisted and fucked back against him, feeling the hot thrust of his rod deeper and deeper. “My cock's nearly in your ass, Mom,” he whispered, his breath ragged and panting. “And I can't hold myself off much longer.” “Just a little longer, darling,” she cried. “Let me build up a little more and then we will go together! Ah, damn, but you can sure fuck a woman until she is weak to her bones,” she told him. She was beginning to thrust back and forth, meeting his hunching that was driving the huge cock all the way into her guts. The cock staff was slick with his juice and slime and was slipping in all the way into her depths. He settled into the rhythm and she began to sway with him, moaning as she heaved back and forth. Her full, lust-tightened tits rocked against the chaise lounge, the nipples rubbing and thrilling, and her fingers delved into the sensitive depth of her cunt, making her hunch more rapidly and bring herself nearer to her private explosion. “I'm almost there, Mom!” he yelled. “So am I, ohhhhhhhhoooo,” she moaned, her voice rising and falling. She grunted and heaved back against him, holding there, her ass arched high and her cunt and ass full of fingers and cock.
Then it hit them both the same time. “I'MMM COMMMINNNNGGG,” he yelled, heaving it into her, his balls tightened and squirting his juice deep inside the dark cave of her colon. She could feel the throb and spurt of each load of jism as it lurched from his cockhead, washing the insides of her gut with the hot cream. “WHEEEEE, I AM TOOOOO,” she squealed, and then grunted and groaned, as the squeeze and throb of her own crisis and climax caused her nerve-ends to quiver and vibrate, making her cunt flutter and throb against her fingers.
She moaned and went through one climax after other, as she felt his come unload deep inside her until his cock began to soften. He moved his cock from her with a faint, wet plop and sprawled back of her, his strength gone for the moment. About them the darkness deepened, the night came over the lake and the insects began to buzz and saw, nightbirds twittering and fluttering in the woods.
Finally she stirred. “Come on in, sweetie. We'd better get a shower and then a night's sleep. We've had a hard day.” He groaned and rose, and holding hands like lovers, they entered the house. They did not know that they had been watched. First during the lasting daylight, by regular binoculars, and after the darkness came, through a pair of infra-red glasses, that were developed in Vietnam for night reconnaissance. Hank Truman was the new Forest Ranger assigned to the sector in which lay the lake, and the island that was owned and inhabited by Mara and Tim Fletcher. He and his daughter, who was the same age as Tim Fletcher, were making their first trip around his assigned area. Their camper was pulled into Jerry's garage and getting a quick tune, oil change and lube, and the daughter, Cherry, was nosing around the small shops in town. Hank had walked down to the landing in the dusk and, having already cleared it with Jerry, put out into the lake with his small rowboat. He rowed and drifted until he was around the slight bend where he could see the island. It was then he saw the woman and the boy on the island and watched them approach the house. Taking his glasses from their leather case, he zeroed in upon the two as they came to the patio, and watched the entire performance with growing excitement and wonder.
“I'll be damned,” he breathed. “That boy has a cock like a mule.
Bet he is ten inches long!” Then he paid attention to the woman, not knowing that they were mother and son, and immediately began to get a hard-on as he watched her ass being reamed by the huge cock of the boy. She was all woman, he could see, and suddenly he wanted to know more about her. Perhaps Jerry, the garage attendant, could tell him.
“You mean the two on the island out there?” Jerry asked when Hank mentioned seeing them. “Yeah, I know them. That's Mara Fletcher and her boy, Tim.” “Her boy-you mean son?” “Yep. And he's all boy, if you know what I mean. I seen him stripped once and he's a man where a man should be a man, even if he is a boy by age.” Jerry leered, thinking of the scene in the cabin he had caught as he followed Marty through the door. Tim holding his huge cock in one hand and the cream spurting three feet in the air. “I guess I will have to make a call upon them in the morning,” Hank said, “since I am supposed to know everyone in my assigned area.” “If you get to know Mara Fletcher real well, it will be worth the effort, I assure you.” Jerry grinned. “If you get what I mean.” “I think I understand you.” Hank returned the grin. Later that evening, Hank and Cherry were in their motel room. Cherry was showering and called to her father. “Hey, Dad. How about scrubbing my back for me?”
Hank grinned. He knew the invitation and the hidden meaning underneath the words. Quickly he stripped and, with his rather plentifully endowed cock growing as he went toward the shower, and his handful of big nuts swinging, he slid back the curtain and stepped under the water with her. Cherry was five feet two, with tine, full tits, big nipples, at the moment expanding and growing fuller under the gaze of her father; her waist was trim, her
