He reared up, plunged violently back into her.
He gasped, 'Mother! Agh-hh! What you're doing!'
'Ride me, honey.'
Braced on forearms and knees, he whipped his body in, sliding his prong up her cavern, whacking his balls against her ass.
She gave a cry and armed him fiercely tight. 'Sonny, oh-hh! I can feel y our balls swat me! Oh, they're such lovely big balls, such a loose scrotum, swinging like a bell! Rick me long and hard, darling! Hit me with your nuts, please hit me hard!'
He was gasping, his eyes bulging, his body on fire. He speared in and out of her sludging, grabbing, sizzling cunt, terribly aware of his balls, of how they struck and jolted and flames erupted from them into his cock, a horn such as he had never before possessed, a gargantuan cock filling and naming every drooling inch of her cunt.
She heaved in long, wrenching pulls, the big muscles of her thighs and hips and buttocks channeling their strength into the core of her, the gulping cunt milking his prick.
He howled, bucking high, whacking her clit, his loins seeming to splash in her open, jellied cunt lips. An unmoving bolt of fire clawed at the core of his cock, enlarging and tearing as the pounding his balls were taking jolted jism up to pool and seethe and struggle to escape.
'Oh fuck me,' she sobbed. 'Fuck me, Sonny, shoot your jism into my cunt! Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
He blasted and his mother's body arched up, twanging and wrenching, her hairy pubes grinding his, her thighs crushing him. She bit his throat, then flung her head about as she lurched into orgasm.
His charge flew into her and Kit shrieked. He heard the bedsprings creak loudly and the splat of his balls against her ass, the swishing suction of her cunt, even the sound of her heels beating his back.
On his second shot her breath hissed out like the puncturing of a car tire.
Still he fired into his mother's convulsing belly, feeling a terrible joy, a power, in his triumph, in his driving her through the explosive upheaval of this orgasm. His cock spewed into her and her moans weakened, became sobs. His thrusts slowed, pulling noisily from the squishy seal of her hole, returning heavily into her gurgling cavern.
Her limbs fell from him, her whole body jellied.
Still he pumped her. He wanted to be the best lover she had ever known, no matter if he exhausted himself.
His last spurts had dribbled into her, but plumbing her sloshy cunt was still the biggest thrill of his life.
Sonny dreamed that his cock had grown out like a baseball bat, wagging from side to side as he walked. It was heavy but he could bear the weight, and by clenching his ass he made it angle up, pointing at the face of whoever he met.
He awoke in the first pink light of dawn, his prick bone hard.
He was not alone.
On his side, he gazed at a luscious female form, back to him, narrow of shoulder, fine waisted, hip arching strongly.
He was in bed with his mother.
He studied her form, the sprawl of loose red hair on the pillow, coppery strands tangled in gold and mahogany; this was real, not a dream. That was his mother's silken hair, and a small, soft hand was half-concealed by a curled lock of it: He had long known that his mother's hair was not simply red but a mixture, and now he gazed at it, picking out a strawberry hue bright in the dawn light, and dark tangles emphasizing that brightness.
His cockhead reached almost to the cleft in her buttocks.
Yes, they had become lovers last night. After discharging his load he had lain long in her arms, lulled by her caresses and sweet murmurings, until he had fallen asleep.
Now his prick was fully erect, the head inflamed, the skin pulled painfully tight.
Would she want to do it again?
He still did not know why it had happened.
Maybe she had been drinking, had not been herself, had, in a crazy moment of excitement, let him sink his dick into her glorious cunt. Maybe now she would regret it, spurn him, send him away.
Her breathing was even. If he could slip it in without awakening her- He scrunched down on the bed, under her buttocks. He could see the fringe of hair in her cleft, widening, then very thick on her plump pussy lips.
He hipped up to her and fingered his cockhead between the dewy labia. Soft. He pushed, watched his cockhead spread the lips and then disappear inside.
Heat seethed on his throbbing tip.
Her cuntlips had ovaled to the form of his cock.
Then she whispered, 'Sonny-'
He jerked, startled by the faint sound in the quiet of morning.
He choked, 'Mother, I wanted to-it's so hard it almost hurts-'
Her leg lifted. Her torso curled down: Gazing at the cock half buried within her hairy cunt lips, he saw her small hand appear under her thigh, thumb and forefinger closing on the base of his stem, then nudging, steering him into her hole.
She squirmed, backing to him. His penetration deepened.
She fingered his balls up into the palm of her hand and gently kneaded them.
He pushed in until he was flush against the hot swells of her buttocks.
'Ah-hh!' she murmured. 'Sonny, you have no idea how wonderful it is to wake up feeling a cock push into me.
Holding her hip, he pushed deeper. She stiffened, moaning.
His prick was bathed in fire. There were little flutters, very faint movements of her cunt walls.
He stilled, studying the throbbing of his cock in her hot hole.
She said, 'I'd love to wake up every morning being fucked. Sonny, you will sleep with me, won't you? From now on?'
'Yes, Mother.'
'It will be so easy, no chasing around, knowing that at night you'll shove it into me, sure that when I wake up in the morning you'll be poking at my cunt. Sonny, do you love me?'
'Yes, Mother.' He reached up her body to her front and cupped his hand on her breast. On her side, the tit had fallen against the one underneath. He fingered it tip and held the firm weight of it.
'I think you should call me Kit. You're grown up, now.'
He frowned. 'I don't know.' In truth, he was fucking his mother, whom he loved, and because he loved her. To him she was not a woman named Kit.
She said, 'Well, call me what you wish. Darling, fuck me a little, a few long thrusts-'
He drew back, then lipped in, sliding it up the curve of her cunt, gasping as the heat closed in. Her response was a shiver, a quick undulation inside, very gentle compared to last night.
He gave her several long penetrations, each time bringing his cockhead out into the coral mouth of her hole, letting it throb there a second before he again drove up into her.
She moaned in gasps that seemed to ooze out of her mouth, breathless, easy, spelling out her satisfaction.
He paused, asking, 'Mother, do you like it this way, from behind?'
'Urn-mm! Do I ever! Though, I need pressure on my clit to come.
'Do you want me to get on top?'
'No, darling, I just adore this. And if I want to come, I'll just rub your balls on my clit. If that isn't harsh enough, I'll finger it.'
'You mean, like masturbating?' He was surprised.
'Yes. I squeeze it, pull a little, rub it when I'm getting to the peak.'
'I didn't know that women did that, I mean, when they're being-fucked.'
'I do. I don't know about other women.' Then she giggled. 'Would you like to see it?'
She continually amazed him. He said, 'I guess so. I mean, if you don't mind.'
'Then, pull out, but wait. Give me a few more good ones like this. Okay?'
He rammed in, long, hard ones, and.Kit moaned loudly as he flattened her ass, digging in, boring into her, grunting with pleasure at the seething heat now sucking his cock and the lovely softness of her buttocks as he
