'MMMM!!' she moaned, thrusting her hips down hard, wanting to have him totally in her snatch, digging his balls into her splayed labia.
'Oh, darling! Darling Billy, fuck me! I've got to have you – I can't help myself! Aiee! Yes! Yes!!'
Bill let one hand drop from her ripe breasts and squeezed it between their bumping, sweating bodies, his hand closing in on the ripe, tingling bud of her clitoris as his cock continued sawing in and out of her snatch. As he worked at her stiff button of lust with his fingers, his mother stiffened every muscle in her body and thrust forward again.
Massive tremors shook her from head to foot, and she crushed his head into her wildly jumping breasts as her breath whistled through passiontwisted lips.
'Unngh! I'm coming… COMING!!' she panted. 'Ohhh, sweet, sweeetttt cummmmMMMMMMM!!!'
Bill felt her pussy spasming around his burning cock shaft as she suddenly broke into a tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure, and the rippling woman-flesh squeezing and kneading his already over-excited prick sent him back into the throes of ecstasy as well.
'Yeah! Oh Mom, MOM!' he shouted into her breasts, suddenly whipping both his hands around to brutally grasp her thrusting asscheeks and hold her down onto his jerking cock. 'I'm coming in you! Fuck!!
FucckkkkKKKKKK!!'
Carol held herself in the strained position, every muscle stretched to the limit as she felt his cock blasting forth its load of white-hot cum, flooding her snatch with love juice. Bill's shouts into her tits sent little after-tremors of pleasure through her as she came down off her orgasmic high.
Bill was thrashing about wildly as he spent his seed inside her, caught up in the joy of fucking his own mother, and his elbow accidentally struck the flush lever of the toilet. Somehow the loud sound of the sudden rushing water, coupled with her son's youthful, incestuous cock pumping her full of his gooey jizz, sent Carol suddenly back again over the brink and into yet a second bone-busting orgasm!
As the last tingles of delight slowly ebbed from her cunt, she slumped forward limply into his arms.
'Oh Billy, Bill…' she sighed, catching her breath. 'I know we shouldn't have, but now that it's done, I'm not sorry.'
Bill gently kneaded the firm flesh of his mother's ass, his cock still lying warm and tingling in her syrupy hole. He had finally done it!
Finally gotten into his mother's burning snatch. And where there was a first time, there would have to be many, many more!
Chapter 7
On Monday morning both men had to leave early, Bill for school and Ken off to work, so that by the time Gwen awoke and shuffled downstairs, only she and her mother were left in the house.
'Gwen honey, are you okay?' Carol inquired as her daughter flopped listlessly down on a chair in the kitchen, staring with reddened eyes into the steaming coffee cup her mother had set before her.
Gwen had spent most of the night split between tossing restlessly and crying. When Bill had crawled into bed with her, his insatiable young cock hard and eager for her body, Gwen had tried to respond but it had been no good. She had confessed to him tearfully about her bungled experience with their father that day, and her fears that because of it she may have pushed him away from her forever. Her father had not spoken a single word to her that entire evening, but she'd seen him polish off quite a few drinks as he stared unseeingly at the television.
All through her tearful confession Bill had held her lightly to him while she sobbed on his shoulder. He didn't mention his own lusty episode with their mother, figuring that his own success would only make Gwen's situation seem all the more hopeless to her. And neither had he been able to come up with any kind of helpful solution to her worries. Gwen's sobs had finally slowed, her trembling body stilled, and with a light kiss on her forehead Bill returned to his own bed.
An hour later he came groggily out of a deep sleep when he felt the mattress creak beside him, and felt her hands stroking his body, her own warm form snuggling in close to him.
'I'm sorry I stopped you at first, Billy,' she had whispered, kissing him with the more-than-sisterly passion she had shown the first night.
'You've been so good to me, and I love you so much. Please make love to me, little brother – help me forget about Daddy!'
They fucked for almost an hour, Bill starting out slowly and gently with much stroking and whispers, and then building her arousal with his tireless mouth working on her juicy twat. Finally ending with him almost violently fucking his sister doggie-fashion, Gwen gasping with pleasure at his every deeply-penetrating thrust, finally losing herself in a world of pure physical pleasure.
But that morning she awoke in tears again, still thinking of her failure with her father, and fears of having lost him for all time, not simply as the lover she had dreamed of, but even now as her father.
'Let's go shopping, honey,' Carol said. 'We've got the whole day to ourselves, and I've been wanting to get out of the house – your being here is my perfect excuse!'
Although still feeling depressed, Gwen agreed to join her mother, hoping that a day of shopping would serve to take her mind off her father just as, in a definitely different way, her frenzied fucking with Bill had helped her that previous night.
But she found that strangely her mother was no help in that regard – if anything, she was making matters worse, for somehow as they traveled around from store to store and mail to mall, Carol always managed to work their conversation back to sex and the men in Gwen's life.
'I've never heard you talking so openly about sex before, Mom,' Gwen finally said as they strolled through a local neighborhood mall. 'Why this sudden interest in my sex life?'
'We're both a little older and wiser, Gwen honey. You know I never talked with you very much about sex and men when you were growing up.
But the times are changing.' She suddenly stopped and grabbed Gwen's arm, pointing to the shop they were just passing. 'Here, see, a perfect example!'
They had come upon a small Frederick's of Hollywood lingerie shop, the windows filled with exquisitely constructed mannequins dressed in the frilliest and most diaphanous of gowns and dresses.
Carol laughed and glanced about the crowded mall with people of all ages wandering about, shopping. 'Here we are in a public mall and they're showing things in this window that could only be ordered from the backs of magazines some years ago.' She stepped behind Gwen and placed her hands on her shoulders, guiding her into the store. 'Let's see what they've got!'
Laughing happily, Carol steered Gwen around the shop, looking over the array of tantalizing clothing, gauzy nightgowns and frilly underwear.
They both giggled at Gwen's observation that the price of the garments seemed to go up in proportion to the smaller the amount of material in an outfit.
'Let's try some of these on,' Carol said, pulling a baby-doll gown off the rack and holding it up in front of Gwen.
'Oh, Mom, I don't need anything – besides, I don't wear anything when I go to bed anyway!'
Carol raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. 'Indeed? My little girl sleeps in the nude? You really haven't told me anything about your love life, but every woman should have some kind of frilly bit of nothing to wear at night for her special man.'
Selecting a long flowing gown of gauzy black silk for herself, Carol asked the young salesgirl where they could try on the outfits. Gwen complained again but only half-heartedly, enjoying herself, her mother's playful mood lifting her from the gloomy clouds she'd started the day in. And she found she was curious to feel what it would be like to dress up in a sexy outfit her mother had selected for her.
They followed the salesgirl through a beaded curtain doorway into a small room behind the sales counter. A square waiting room with several chairs and small sofas, it was lined on three sides by a number of small doors, each leading into a separate dressing room. The fourth end of the small room was one single large floor-to-ceiling
