with her lips and tongue, and took the entire bulb into her cavity, loving the soft, hot feel of it, the seeping of the liquid from it, and the knowledge that she was once again sucking the exciting cock of a virile male. Tim groaned and thrust upward. She gagged and immediately pressed down upon his stomach. He got the message and held himself immobile as she lapped at the head in her mouth-cavity, suckled upon it, the sides of her cheeks rubbing it and hollowing as she did so. Then easily and gently she lowered her head, taking in about three inches of the massive cock, until the knob was pressing against the back of her throat. Mara Fletcher was an experienced cock- sucker. She loved to do it and had experimented on her dates early, and later her husband, until she was “deep- throating” long before Linda L. brought it all to the movies. She took in a deep breath through her nostrils and, swirling her tongue-tip around the sensitive triangle underneath the knob, she was rewarded by feeling the tightening of Tim's belly muscles as he reacted to the pleasure shock, and a grunt of ecstasy.
She shivered with joy at making him flinch with the pleasure, and suckled more fervently. Abandoning all backwardness in sucking the wonderful steel-hard cock of her son, she immersed herself in the act. As she became more and more wrought up in her actions, she became more and more passionate. Experienced in the ways of bringing extreme pleasure to her male partner, she could read his reactions, his little moans of joy, his movements to combinations of sensations racing throughout his entire system. Deeper and deeper she took his big glans to the back of her throat, with five inches of the massive joy-rod disappearing into her mouth and throat as she moved expertly up and down the shaft. Her spit and his cock-juice combined to make a foam that showed on his stem and made a rime about her lips. Her eyes closed, she was immersed in the personal joy of sucking the magnificent cock. Her tits hung across his belly, rubbing, rubbing, dangling and touching, the nipples thimble-large and tingling with pleasure. Mara was enthralled in her act. To her sucking was far more intimate than any other of the sexual activities. She was almost an artist, as she played upon the rigid, pulsing, hot organ of her son. She felt that Tim was getting close to his explosion. She shifted along his body, until she was lying with her head toward his feet and her belly near his head. He reached over and delicately licked her navel and she shivered and moaned around the huge mouthful of cock she was sucking. Now she was lying so that she could eventually take more of the incredible length of his prick into her throat. He was longer than any she had ever tried to deep-throat, and thicker. But she wanted to try. Her loins tingled and she knew that she was streaming with her slick, hot liquids of sex. Crouching beside him, her throat constricting and moving, she slowly swallowed two more inches of the cock. She could feel the throbbing of the blood in the veins, the slick, hot seepage of the liquid from the slit, and feel the tremor of his body, as he strained to keep from hunching his massive instrument into her throat. He was panting and moaning and she knew from the gradual swelling and further elongation of his cock that he was nearing his crisis. She slowly released her grip on the rest of his cock, having now at least six or seven inches in her mouth and throat. With only two more to go, she was able to see his huge balls in the hairy sac right before her eyes. Her nose was touching the hair now and in another minute she would have her nose against his balls. She sucked as she let the rod slip down her throat, past the uvula. The gag reflex stirred but she conquered it. “Oh…
Mom… oh, God… Mom…” Tim whined, his belly sucking in and his balls pulling up tightly against the thickness of his stem. They nudged against her face and she loved the smell of them, sweaty, sexy, manly scent. Her jaw hurt and ached from being wide open for so long.
Only two more inches! She felt his cock pass the back of her throat and into her esophagus, pointing the way to her stomach. If it were six inches longer it would be there. She siphoned, breathing through her nose. He was moaning and beginning to fuck her face in little strokes, driving the cock further and further. Then it was there! She nearly spasmed with the thought. More than eight inches of hard, throbbing male prick was in her mouth and throat and he was at the point of coming. She gave a long, hard suck at it and then slowly, carefully eased her mouth back until the massive cock was out of her throat and she was suckling the knob again. He gasped and his prick constricted and jerked. Mara thrust down and took all of it in one giant swallow, and at that moment the dam burst and he began to come! His huge cock swelled to impossible limits, constricted by the confines of her throat, and then jerked and spat a stream of semen into her stomach. He drew back and thrust and she was forced to retreat from his action, for he was choking her, the great stream of cum filling her throat and her mouth. She swallowed spasmodically and again, and then her mouth was cleared and, as the last spurts of cum were jetted into her mouth, she sucked at the moments of ejaculation and drew them from the hot tube, making the boy squirm and moan with the feeling. Timmy was shouting in an agony of pleasure, moaning and muttering, then keening again, as his balls seemed to be drawn through his cock by the sucking, laving, loving mouth of this woman, his mother! Then, all too quickly, it was over. The spurts of his manhood eased down to a flow and then a final surge, and it was all out of him for the time being. She eased back gently and suckled upon the shiny glans, taking the final drops of his semen, tasting the wonderful, slightly salty, slightly raw flavor of his cum. He lay breathing deeply, drained and weak. She cuddled down beside him and, cradling his cock in her hand, caressing his balls with the other, they both dozed off in a sweet, light sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Tim awoke the next morning, his mother was gone from his bed. But he vividly relived the sensation of her hot, loving mouth sucking his prick, and he stretched and erected immediately. Caressing himself until he was stone-hard, he wondered how he would ever get her into his bed again. But he need not to have worried about it. Mara had made up her mind about it all. If it had to be, then it had to be, and thrown together as they were, what had happened and what was going to happen in the future was the natural consequence. She had given in, and knew that one day soon, one night before long, she would feel that gigantic cock of her son reaming her cunt to the core. She shuddered as she took her morning shower and washed away the dried cum from her thighs where he had spurted in the night. She had been awakened by his probing, still asleep and dreaming-trying to get his huge cockhead into her anus. She had reached back and moved the shaft between her legs and let him hunch until he moaned and came, smearing her thighs. She had come with him and, asleep in a moment, dreamed of him fucking her. Tim spent the morning swimming, came back for lunch, and afterwards went out upon the beach and lay there, nude, taking the sun. His body was getting as brown as that of an Indian. From the cottage window, she saw that he was semi-erect, thinking and dreaming, she decided, of the night's sexual adventure with her. She shivered at the thought and remembrance of the feeling of his great organ in her mouth and throat, and felt her cunt quake with the desire to envelope all of his cock in hot, liquid depths. Why not? she thought. Why not right now? On the beach in the open, with the blue skies above and the lake lapping musically at their feet. What better way to enjoy the sensation of love in the extreme? Rapidly she made her decision and, stripping off nude, she walked slowly down to him, carrying a short towel draped casually about her shoulders. Her large, full tits bounced gently as she walked. The nipples were lengthening and darkening as she approached him, for the thought of what was about to transpire made her entire body tingle. “Hi, honey.” She stood above him, shading his eyes with her shadow. He opened them and then widened them at the sight of the naked woman, her legs slightly parted, standing over him, her cunt gaping slightly with a moisture gathering upon the darkened lips. “Hi, Mom. Gee, you look great. Going swimming?” She dropped down beside him and laid the towel over her lap, covering the bush and the quivering, desiring cunt beneath it. “Not right now, honey. Just wanted to join you, if you don't mind.” “Golly, I don't mind, Mom.” He grinned at her and, taking hold of his cock, he moved his hand up and down slowly, causing the organ to swell and strip back the foreskin. The dark-pink head bared itself, glistening in the sun, moist and full. She immediately recalled the taste of it upon her palate. “Mom, I sure did like what we did last night,” he said, slowly stroking his cock, his eyes upon her tits and the strutting nipples. “Timmy, you mustn't think about sex all the time,” she admonished, but her eyes never left the magnificent prick as she spoke. He was so thick and long, so smooth and silky-hard under the white skin. And the balls were wonderful to tease, making them move mysteriously in the hairy sac between his thighs. “Aw, Mom.
Boys think of sex all the time. Don't girls?' “No, they don't,” she told him. “They think of boys a lot, but not always of having sex with them.” “They don't know what they're missing.” He grinned.
He was beginning to move his hips a little, fucking his fist, the clear, sticky lubrication running down upon his fist. “Mom, have you ever been screwed in… in the ass?” he asked abruptly. His face reddened, and she smiled to herself. He was still a boy, embarrassed at certain words and phrases before his mother. “Yes, Timmy, I have. Why?” “Does it feel as good as being fucked in the… right place?” “Fucked in the cunt, Tim, that was what you wanted to say.” She smiled at him, and one of her hands caressed her tit, making the breast swell and the nipple
