Winifred Avalda

Sex ahead!


It was past eleven and if a stranger had been in Tuttleville that evening he would have assumed that most of the people who lived there went to bed with the chickens. He would have been right, even if they didn't go right to sleep after they got into bed.

Maple Street, which was in one of the town's nicer residential areas, was in darkness, except for the lights that glowed in several upstairs windows. At number 212 which was the Baker residence, a light shined in the upstairs' window that was Mrs. Baker's bedroom. Inside, Dorothy Baker was giggling instead of sleeping. She couldn't help giggling when she was being tickled, and right now she was giggling uncontrollably.

'Oh Mark, stop!' she gasped, trying to catch her breath. 'Please, no more… don't.'

She was naked and face down on the bed, her head and shoulders resting on the mattress, her beautiful blonde hair in disarray. But she was on her knees, so that her rear end was sticking up in the air. Pressed up close behind her, Mark was sitting between her calves, his legs stretched out on either side of her. He had a firm loving grip on her smooth satiny buns with his face thrust from time to time, into the groove between the round fleshy globes of her ass.

'No more now,' said Dorothy. 'Take it easy.'

'I thought you liked analingus, Mom,' said Mark with a laugh.

'My, what a fancy name for running your tongue up and down the crack of your mother's bum, and kissing and licking all over and around her butthole,' Dorothy replied, breathing heavily. 'You know I like it, or I wouldn't be letting you do it. My God, if our neighbors could see us like this. You'd think that doing naughty things with my son is something I'd be used to by now.'

'Gosh, Mom, I thought I'd found all your ticklish spots. I never knew about this one before.'

'Well you know about it now. Gimme a break.'

'How come I've never found this ticklish spot before, Mom?' asked Mark. 'It doesn't bother you when I put my prick up your bumhole. And I've been fucking you in the ass for the past two years. Since…'

'Your eighteenth birthday,' Dorothy cut in. 'It was your present. I knew you wanted that.'

'Yeah,' said Mark with a laugh. 'Dad had to catch a plane right after supper, and I slept with you that night.'

'Like hell you slept with me,' said Dorothy. 'You didn't sleep at all. But you did lots of other things, you bad boy. I let you get into bed with me because I was lonely there by myself. I expected you to be a gentleman and behave yourself. I should have never let you cuddle me in your arms when you kissed me goodnight. What a shock it was, after, when I realized you wanted to fuck your mother.'

Mark laughed. 'Who do you think you're kidding, Mom? Do you think I didn't know what you wanted, when you let me get into bed with you? You'd been thinking about that for a long time. You even said that there was nothing wrong with a boy sleeping with his mother, as long as Dad never found out about it. Then when Dad went out of town on that business trip, you told me that was our chance to do it.'

A sly smile spread across Dorothy's face. 'Isn't that typical? Blame it on your mother, pretend it was all my idea. What did you expect me to do, after you got me all hot and excited? Push you out of bed and make you go back to your own room?'

'What I expected was just what you did. What we did.'

'What you did,' Dorothy corrected. 'Then in the wee hours of the morning, when you had me so pooped out I couldn't do anything about it, you put your thing up my rear end.'

'You suggested it, Mom. You said that was my special birthday present, from a loving mother to her son.'

Dorothy laughed. 'If you say so. Anyway, you've been fascinated with your mother's bum ever since.'

'So how come I never discovered this ticklish spot until now?'

'Because it's only recently that you started kissing and licking me back there. Running your tongue up and down the crack like you do, you were bound to slide your tongue over it sooner or later.'

'You mean I can't kiss and lick you back here anymore?'

'Heavens, don't even suggest such a terrible thought, darling. I like it when you kiss my asshole and lick all over and around it. And I like it when you run your tongue up and down my crack. Just be careful to avoid my ticklish spot, that's all.'

'Okay, Mom. I'll be careful,' Mark promised.

Sitting as he was, his long stiff erection was sticking out in front of him and almost poking his mother in the belly. It reached nearly to her tits. Suddenly her hand reached under her and seized it in a firm grip.

'You better believe you'll be careful,' she said with a gleeful laugh. 'If you touch my ticklish spot again, I'll pull this thing out by the roots.'

'Wow! Be careful how you handle that, Mom. It's fully charged,' Mark warned her.

But in spite of the warning, the inevitable happened. Mark ran his tongue up and down the crack of his mother's ass and slid right over her sensitive ticklish spot. His mother let out a piercing shriek and pulled on his cock. Mark shot off his load and a torrent of come spurted out beneath her.

'Now look what you've done,' she scolded. 'You've got your hot gooey stuff all over my belly and my tits, even up under my chin, for heaven's sake.'

'Sorry, Mom,' Mark panted. 'You know how I love the feel of your fingers on my cock. And when you pulled on it like that, while my mouth was in the crack of your ass, it just felt so good.'

Dorothy rolled over and slid off the bed. 'Well just for that, you can clean it off. Come on. You're taking a shower with me.'

That didn't offend her son in the least. He scrambled to his feet, followed her into the bathroom and into the shower stall. As soon as his mother had her shower cap on, so she wouldn't get her hair wet and spend the rest of the night drying it, Mark turned on the water and adjusted it to a comfortable degree of warmth.

'I think you did that on purpose, just so you could take the soap and run your hands all over me,' his mother accused.

She really had no cause to complain that he took so much time soaping her tits, her cunt and the crack of her ass, because she then in turn, spent just as much time working a thick lather all over his cock and his balls.

'Do you think Dad ever wonders if we take showers together, Mom?' Mark said, teasing her.

'Funny boy!' Dorothy replied, pulling his foreskin back so she could wash around the head of his cock. 'If your father even suspected you were getting into the shower with your mother, he'd throw you out of the house and divorce me!'

'That might not be such a bad idea,' said Mark. 'The divorce, I mean. Then I could get into bed with you every night, instead of just when Dad is out of town on business. And when we fuck in the afternoon, we wouldn't have to worry about him coming home early and catching us doing it.'

'There's small chance I'll ever divorce your father,' Dorothy told him, working a thick lather around his balls. 'One of the few things I appreciate about your father is that he provides us with a very good income which enables us to live quite comfortably and allows you to stay home with your mother and fuck her everyday, instead of having to get a job. All things considered, we have a good thing going here, and I don't even mind too much that your father has a hot thing going with that secretary of his.'

'Yeah, Dad sure can pick 'em,' said Mark. 'That young cunt of a secretary is sure something. But that hot looking piece of ass has a husband who's built like a Mack truck and if he ever finds out his sexy young wife is being screwed at the office every day by her boss, Dad is going to come home someday with his head shoved up his ass.'

'That's his problem, not ours,' said Dorothy. 'What we have to be concerned about is that he never finds out

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