He stared into them, seeking an explanation. What had happened? Why was he mounted on his mother's body, his cock buried in her slobbering hole? How had this come about?
Her hand rose to his face and fingertips brushed caressingly over his cheek. This was the first sign that Kit, his mother, existed in the body of the voluptuous stranger he was fucking.
'I'm sorry,' she said.
'Sorry about what?'
She paused. 'I don't know. I'm sorry because I feel guilty. I shouldn't have done it. I was half-crazy because-no, I can't blame anyone. That's the worst of it, there's nobody to blame. And I don't feel sorry enough. I must be an animal. I should be dying of shame.'
As she spoke she kept wetting her lips.
'Sonny, I cheat myself so. I find excuses for everything I do, so I can live with the evil inside me. And once I have found an excuse for doing it, I dismiss it, and enjoy it. I'm enjoying it now, already. Already! I should want to kill myself! Instead I want…'
Her voice trailed off. Her arms slid caressingly about his shoulders. And once more her legs lifted, crossing on his back, her heels resting on his spine.
'Do you hate me?' she whispered.
Hate her? He could see into her shadowed eyes now, saw tears, and her habitual doting expression, as always when she gazed at him. The love that had always bound them together was there in her eyes. He could not quite believe that they were naked, he lying on her, his cock up her cunt, not when he looked into her eyes.
He kissed her lips best, Mother.' and said, 'I'll always love you 'Sonny, did you-and Lily-do anything- together?'
He nodded.
'Did you do this?'
She turned away again, frowning, biting her lip. 'What a fool I ant.'
He guessed she meant she should not have pushed him at Lily the way she did. But that was unimportant. What counted was the slow realization that he was actually here between his mother's legs and that he loved it.
He nuzzled her cheek and whispered in her ear, 'Mother, this is terrific.'
She turned, glancing sharply at him. 'Do you really like it? Being naked with me? Your-penis- inside me?'
He nodded, kissing her cheek.
'You don't feel-strange-about it?'
'I don't know. It's just terrific. I can't explain. I guess all I care is if it makes you happy.'
She was silent. Her hands began slowly caressing his shoulders and the back of his neck. Her touch was affectionate, aimless, as though she were thinking of something else.
She whispered, 'You don't feel badly about it? Ashamed?'
'No. Just surprised.' This was true, though maybe because it had been her doing. Still, he recalled the moment after stripping off his clothes and climbing on the bed between her legs, looking at her open, hairy cunt lips, the glistening flesh of her split. Nobody had made him stick his cock into it.
But that was past. His twitching cock was buried in his mother's belly and his chest was flattening her plump breasts. That's where he was.
She asked, 'Did you like Lily better?'
He tried to recall fucking Lily. He could not even imagine it. He could only picture the Lily he had always known, in a denim skirt and a t-shirt, her tits marked on it by dirt from carrying flats and boxes.
Before he could answer his cock gave a surge and he found that his hips were moving, slowly, rigidly. He felt a jogging of his prick deep in his mother's cunt, a hard clicking of his hipbones, an abrasion of his knees against the sheet.
He said, 'I'm here. That's all. I'm here.'
His voice came out thin, as though drawn through a keyhole. A pulse pounded in his forehead. His cock was swelling up, filling her. He arched his back, drawing his cock slowly out. Air cooled it, telling him how hot her cunt was. His tip rested in the portals, in a pool of oily juice.
He shoved in hard, gasped at the scalding heat engulfing his cockstem.
'Ahh-hh!' he breathed.
She squeezed him and whispered in his ear,
'Sonny, is it good?'
'You're so hot inside!'
'Oh, darling. Oh, you sweet boy. If only you were-not-but darling, you are. And it is such a hard, long thing, the best prick I've ever had in me, really it is. So terribly hard! I just love it.'
He moved in long, stiff sweeps, sliding in and out, his scrotum flopping into the cleft of her ass at the end of each stroke. His skin was so sensitive that her ass hairs seemed to etch their curled shapes on his scrotum, and her pubic muff, larger than the hair nest from which his cock sprouted, mashed silkenly at his naked groin. Her broad, plump mound formed a cushion that dwarfed Lily's and the hot orbs of her tits made the girl's seem like oranges. But the greatest thrill was more than the maturity of her physique, the soft, round arms about his shoulders, the lusty thighs cradling him, the ham-like buttocks he pressed against. The best was the liquid violence of her lust, the way her indrawing, squishy cunt expressed the hungers of her entire body.
He wanted to tell her that. But if he spoke he would be distracted by one of a hundred other sensual impressions, the stiff rubberiness of her tit knobs, the strongly female odor of her armpits; the softness of her cheek as he rubbed his chin on it. He thus held his tongue and shortly paused in fucking her to study individually these exquisite sensations.
He fingered a small, dainty, shell-like ear.
She smiled up at him. 'You're tickling me.'
He pressed his lips to the ear, breathed into it. Kit squirmed all over. Her cunt sucked at his prick.
He mouthed the ear, tongued lightly, whispered, 'Does this tickle?'
'You little devil, that makes me squirt inside.' Her arms tightened on his shoulders. 'But don't stop it.'
He laughed. He nuzzled her soft neck. He raised, looked into her eyes and saw all her old affection magnified a hundred times, a thousand smiles crinkling her eye corners.
He said, 'You're not sorry now? I mean, sorry that it happened?'
She shook her head. 'No, because being sorry would spoil it. You're right, it happened. Like an accident. So there, that's all there is to it. I love feeling you on top of me, your beautiful big thing up my vagina, your balls nestling into my behind. Nothing else counts.'
His own doubts were dispersing as she spoke. Still exploring the delights of her body, he raised enough to see her breasts, the swollen caps darkish, gathering shadows, while the white orbs captured moonlight, bright hillocks each leaning a bit to its side. He cupped his hands on them and kneaded the soft, yet firm, flesh, delighting in its resilience, moving the peaks, digging in his fingers.
He whispered, 'Should I suck them?'
'Darling, I think you'd better shoot your load into me. Later we can play all sorts of games.
'I'm in no hurry.'
'I suppose not.' She rapped a finger on his cheek. 'Because you screwed Lily and got off your trigger edge. You horny little devil! If I don't watch out, you'll be into every cunt in the neighborhood.'
She spoke lightly but he heard the tightness of jealousy in her voice.
She said, 'Besides, I'm starting another orgasm and I want us to come together, it would be ten times as good for me. Will you, please, just let it go? Run wild on me?'
He realized that he had a certain power. She was begging him. His mood was to dawdle, tease her, wallow in the voluptuousness of this incredible new experience.
But she soon showed him that she could add muscle to her begging.
Her heels dug into his spine. Braced, she lifted, her cunt slowly closing, at last compressing his cock, then squeezing a ring from the root up the stem to the head, where the ring seemed to palpitate, sucking squishily.
The feel of that wet, fluttering pressure on his cockhead shot down his cock to his balls. His whole body stiffened and jerked.
