flattened them.
Finally he withdrew and pushed upright. His mother turned on her back and looked up at him, smiling, her eyes misty.
He avoided her gaze. He could not yet look directly at her.
She had spread her legs and inserted a fingertip in the upper part of her slit. He saw the glossy, pink little nubbin bend before the push of her finger.
Her hairy twat lips had spread out, forming an oval about her gash. Between her raised inner lips he could see her-pee hole and below the red rim of her vagina.
His cock gave a violent twitch. A hammering within him connected to his cock. He was very suddenly on fire. A minute ago he had been all calmness, shoving his cock into her from behind as she directed. But now- 'Mother, I have to-I'm exploding-'
'Yes, darling.' Her legs jacked up, drew back, her knees beside her tits. Her split gaped and her vaginal orifice raised. Below it he saw the knot of her asshole. Her arms reached toward him. 'Darling, mount me. Honey, fuck your mother, just climb onto me and slide that beautiful cock into my cunt.'
He thrust into her arms. Her hand, flat on her mound bush, turned up and received his cockhead, bent it down as he shoved, and, oh God, he was in, buried in her, flopping down on the mounds of her tits, tonguing into her yawning mouth.
She moaned into his throat and her legs crossed on his back, drawing him in.
He fucked her with jackhammer speed.
Her hip movements matched his, perfectly timed, an insanely fast rhythm, the beginning of a come. Yes, he was going to shoot his nuts off right now!
Feverishly he sucked his mother's mouth, whacked his cock into her squirting hole, felt it grab his rod and wrench it, strip it. Like last night, those thousand inner fingers were jellying as they squeezed and pulled at his cock.
His nuts seemed to rattle against her ass.
He cried, 'Mother, I can't hold back! I'm going to shoot off!'
'Let it go, darling! Let it go, just fuck like crazy, screw me right through the bed, pound me, honey! Oh, FUCK ME!'
He was roaring, banging his loins into her juicy gash, his immense prick swishing up her into the suction, withdrawing as though pulling her cunt out with his cockhead.
Her limbs vised him in. Held as though in a fist, he strove with every muscle to blast through, to ease the load in his slamming balls.
Then he reared up and blasted.
'There!' he howled. 'I'm shooting off!'
Her panting seemed to fill the room. She jerked frantically against him, her cunt sucking at his flying jism.
She was laughing and crying, moaning and shrieking, raising up off the bed and whacking her wet belly against him.
'Sonny, what a come! I'm coming all the way to my teeth, my toes and fingers! I am coming! Honey, keep on fucking! Yes, fuck me!'
As he blasted he realized what pleasure he was giving her. The understanding of it came in a flash, and he saw how she was thrashing about, heard her shrieks and moans, saw the joy transfiguring her face.
He sank his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it as he delivered his last charge.
There was a moment of silence, all movement stopped.
She held him trapped in her crossed arms and legs as he tumbled downhill from the peak of ecstasy.
Her body softened.
As he panted against her cheek she whispered, 'Honey, I've never been so well fucked in my life.'
CHAPTER FIVE
While her son slept, Kit toyed with his limp cock.
It was long and ropy, the head fat. She tucked it in between his balls and lifted the genital handful, sighing with pleasure.
She bent down and kissed the pulpy tip. It smelled strongly of her cunt juice. She lipped it, gulped it into her mouth, tonguing the split.
He stirred in his sleep, groaned, turned away from her.
She relinquished his cock and balls, sat up gazing fondly down at him. Yes, he had fallen asleep after shooting his load into her. She must go easy on him. He did not yet have a man's strength, though any man would envy his long prick, and the stony hardness of it.
Naked, she padded softly from the room, closed the door, entered the bathroom and squatted on the john to piss.
She gazed down at her thighs. The inner surfaces were scummy with dried cunt juice and jism. Her cunt hair was matted to a muck, the auburn color dulled. She had to bathe. But she liked seeing this evidence of fucking with her darling son. She forked her index and middle fingers on her lips, pressed, opening them, revealing the scarlet split just as the stream of piss squirted into view. Her bladder had been full for a half-hour but she had dawdled, watching Sonny sleep, fingering his flesh, his developing biceps, his strong back, his protruding, narrow buttocks, and then playing with his cock and balls.
As her urine hissed loudly into the bowl she nudged her clit wake. Kit felt alive and vibrating in every cell of her body.
Some women said that after sex they felt strong enough to move pianos. Kit varied. Sometimes she was lethargic, as prone to fall asleep as men usually were. Today she was all energy. Get breakfast. Clean the house, it's Saturday. Wash clothes. Outside, the day was warm and breezy. She would have Sonny hang the clothes on the line instead of using the dryer.
He would work at the greenhouse. They were transplanting violets today, or something like that.
Abruptly she stiffened, as alert as a forest animal scenting danger. Oh no, he would not work in the greenhouse! Let that pretty Lily get her hooks in him? Never!
Kit did not underestimate her competition. Lily could not match her voluptuous body, but despite her disparaging thoughts about the dull darkness of the girl's hair, Lily was a threat. In truth her hair was raven's-wing dark, and glossy, her eyes splendid, and her cheeks had that hollowness of beauty. Her titties were not large but her extremely slim body made them appear so.
Even worse, Lily was no fool. She was a sharp-eyed little bitch, that was the truth of it, and she loved Sonny as fiercely as did Kit.
He would not set foot inside the greenhouse today.
Decided, Kit tore off a sheet of toilet tissue and swabbed her cunt, a futile gesture because it was still juicing. She rose and took her dressing gown from the hook on the back of the door, went carrying it out to the kitchen.
There she tossed it over a chair and put the coffee pot on the stove. She gazed out the window at the greenhouse, already an eye-hurting glare in the morning sun. She saw Bill Polsom moving about at the far end, slowly but with inexorable efficiency. He never wasted a movement. She guessed that had helped him become a baseball star, that constant conserving of his energy until it was needed.
He would be quite a lover, she thought.
But she had given up any hope of ever seducing him.
She massaged her pussy as she stood waiting for the coffee. She had, to take Sonny somewhere today. Out of town, Someplace where nobody knew them. She had to cement their relationship as lovers by performing as such in public.
Her twat felt softer than ever, and as she rolled the lips between her fingers, juice seeped out. She could smell it. In fact, she stunk all over of a hot woman. She smiled, pleased with herself Abruptly she turned and seized
