he fucked hard and fast and as deep as he could. She pulled her knees up and opened her legs as far as possible, so that he could bury himself in her fiery pit of love and passion.
Hot and excited, beside herself with lust, she came and came, and then she felt the gushing flow of her son's hot spurting charge. Bucking and jerking, her son's fabulous cock sent spurt after spurt of his manseed into her still convulsing pussy.
Irma's mind was reeling so that she was only vaguely aware that it was finished. She clung weakly to her son as she felt the warm glow of a good fucking flow all through her. His prick was still in her and she gave a contented sigh as she pulled him closer so that his chest flattened her tits. Together they lay with their arms and legs about each other, whispering sweet nothings to one another, between tender loving kisses, as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.
Sometime later, she felt his cock inside her returning to its usual state of steel-like hardness and she acknowledged it with her mouth pressed onto his in a long and loving tongue-probing kiss.
'I don't know what you can possibly do now for an encore, after a fabulous performance like that,' she cooed.
Richard grinned. 'I'll bet you do!'
'What can Mother do for you now, darling, to show how much I appreciate what you just did?'
'You know what I always like, Mom, after we come this far. I want to fuck my mother in the ass!'
Young Michael Bradner was so hot and horny he couldn't get to sleep. He turned over on his bed to lie on his stomach and hugging the pillow, he made humping movements with his hips, as if he had a woman beneath him and he was fucking her. But when the friction against his stiffly erect cock increased the fever in his body, he stopped himself. It wasn't any use. He wanted the real thing. He wanted the joyful sensation of shoving his prick into a warm moist pussy. The feel of his cock rubbing against the mattress just wouldn't do.
It wasn't unusual for him to be horny and to have an erection that was so solid and immense, that any woman or girl would be thrilled to feel it between her legs. He was that way most of the time. But back home there was always a teenage girl who would let him fuck her, again and again, until they were both satisfied and temporarily exhausted.
In fact, he had quite a record of achievement, where teenage girls were concerned. At the Tuttleville High School, there weren't many girls who hadn't let him have what he wanted. Even two of the teachers frequently had sex with him. One of them, Mrs. Tait, would keep him there after she dismissed the class for the afternoon, then she would lock the door and let him fuck her on top of her desk. Mrs. Tait loved all kinds of sex. Not only did she suck his cock, she would stand with her legs apart, lean over her desk and invite him to fuck her in the ass. That was an invitation Michael never refused. He dearly enjoyed going into Mrs. Tait's bumhole.
The other teacher, Mrs. Pearson, wasn't that brave that she would let him do it to her at school. Instead, two afternoons a week she would take him home with her, after school was out, and there in her bedroom, both of them naked, for almost two hours they would fuck like crazy, until it was time for her husband to come home from work.
After a workout like that, Michael could sleep peacefully all night long. But when he awoke in the morning, refreshed and restored, he would start thinking about cunt all over again.
Unfortunately right now he wasn't home, where he could get his hands on some of that pussy. He was up at the lake, in their summer cottage, alone with his mother. Every year at this time, he and his mother came up here to open up the cottage and get it ready for summertime living. As in past summers, he would spend this summer here with his mother, while his father would stay in town because he had to work, and Dad would come up on weekends.
He thought of what his father would be up to, now that he was alone in the house back in town. He'd be having himself a ball, screwing that good looking, hot-assed Mrs. Halsey next door, and a couple of other married women who lived just down the street. For the old man (he was forty), extramarital sex was his favorite pastime. He looked after the hot and neglected pussy of every attractive woman he could find, whenever the lady's husband wasn't around. It seemed to Michael however, that his mother's pussy was being neglected in the meantime.
The old man did all right for himself. There was plenty of hot pussy in the neighborhood and it was a joy to fuck it, especially Mrs. Halsey next door. Michael knew that for a fact, because he had fucked her and some of the others himself. His lovely next door neighbor even told him his wonderful tool was longer, thicker, harder and more enjoyable than his father's, not to mention her husband's.
It amazed him how those quiet, respectable ladies, most of them in their mid-thirties, loved making it with an eighteen-year-old youth. Like most of the others, Mrs. Halsey showed her appreciation by letting him have what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And she took it in her mouth, in her cunt and quite frequently in her ass. Michael loved putting it up her rear end. There was something about fucking a woman in the ass that made him feel like a king. There she was in front of him on her hands and knees, with him holding her by her hips, having her completely in his power. Once he had her ass impaled on his cock, there was no way she could get away from him. She had to remain there until he was finished with her. Not that any female ever tried to get away, once it had gone that far. With Mrs. Halsey it was a question of, once he had his prick in her ass, whether or not she'd ever let him have it back.
How he wished Mrs. Halsey was with him right now, that he had his arms around her instead of his pillow. Mrs. Halsey was the same age as his mother (thirty-six) and almost as good-looking. Her gorgeous figure was as nice as Mom's. That made it easy, when he was on top of her with his eyes closed, to pretend that he was fucking his mother, that it was Mom who was squealing with delight and telling him how good he was making her feel.
He got out of bed and with the room bathed in bright moonlight, he was able to see the clock on the dresser. It was two in the morning. What could he do to appease his fever? He slipped quietly out of the cottage, naked, and walked along the beach. It was a small lake, with the beach extending about ten feet back from the water's edge. Tall trees and shrubbery grew right up to the edge of the beach, giving plenty of privacy. The moon shone unhindered by any clouds in the sky. It reflected off the calm water and it was so bright he could almost see to the other side. Theirs was the only cottage on the lake. It was like having their own private lake, their own personal paradise.
He and his mother enjoyed being up here in the summer, though for him it wasn't as easy to find a hot and willing pussy as it was back in town. Last year though, he had a good thing going with Mrs. Jones, whose husband owned the general store eight miles down the road. While Mr. Jones and his two daughters were busy in the store, his wife would sneak Michael into their house which was just up the road. There, undisturbed in her bedroom, they would fuck for hours, their only concern being that one of the girls might leave the store and come to the house unexpectedly.
Then one day a crisis arose. Mrs. Jones who had been working in the store that day, came home and found him fucking her older daughter, who was the same age as he. The horrified mother went right up the wall and Michael thought the world had come to an end. But she didn't tell her husband and a few days later, her pussy began to itch and send lewd signals to her brain, which prompted her to let him know that all had been forgiven. Then for the remainder of the summer, he joyfully fucked both the mother and the daughter.
But that didn't help his situation now. He couldn't very well tramp eight miles down the road and knock on Mrs. Jones' door in the wee hours of the morning. Not when her husband was there in bed with her.
Suddenly he saw something ahead of him on the beach he couldn't believe. She was too far away for him to see who she was, but in the light of the moon he could tell she was a gorgeous looking creature – and she was naked.
When she stepped into the lake and waded out until the water was up around her tits, he hurried along the beach to where she had been standing, then splashed into the water. He came closer to her and she let him. He could see her clearly now.
'What's the matter, Mom?' he said with a pleased grin. 'Couldn't you sleep, either?'
'What are you doing running around without anything on?' his mother scolded. 'Shame on you.'
He laughed. 'You don't have anything on either. I saw you before you got into the water.'
'I didn't expect my own son to go nosing around,' she said. 'I thought you'd be in bed and asleep.'
'Who did you expect to be nosing around?' Michael teased.
'Don't get smart with your mother, young man,' she replied sternly.
Michael wasn't worried. The way she smiled at him told him she was glad he was there with her.
