motion, as if for a battle. He grabbed her and brought her body against his, so that she couldn't help but feel the tautness of his hard cock.
He placed it between he legs. She reached down and took hold of it as she closed her thighs on it, holding it a prisoner. Then her arms encircled his neck as she kissed him, not at all the way a mother is supposed to kiss her son, but with eagerness, excitement and passion. His hands searched her nakedness and caressed her everywhere. He felt all over her luscious rear end, his fingers exploring the crack of her wriggling ass.
Then she moved away, and he had to swim to catch her. Again he placed his hard prick between her legs and she gently closed her thigh on it. They kissed again, and with his hands holding her by the cheeks of her ass, he sought to penetrate her. She broke loose and ran out of the water, to where she had a large beach towel spread out on the hard sand. Dripping, shining, laughing, he ran after her. As she stretched out on the towel, he lowered himself down on top of her.
Then at the exact moment when he thought he had her, when his desire for her was at its peak, his power suddenly failed him. She lay beneath him, waiting for him, smiling her willingness for him to go ahead and take her, her cunt moist and open – and his prick wilted.
He was baffled. Was it the idea that she was his mother? Had the thought of screwing his own mother overwhelmed his urgent lust for her? He had wanted to fuck her for as far back as he could remember. All that day his only thought was that he would get his prick into her and he would screw her like she'd never been screwed before, if she gave him even a little bit of encouragement. Now he was on top of her and she was beneath him with her legs wide apart, hot and excited and ready for him to take her, eager for him to do it – and he couldn't. He was deeply humiliated.
To his surprise and relief, his mother's voice was tender. 'Don't get all uptight about it, darling,' she soothed. 'There is plenty of time. Don't get off me. It feels so good having you on top of me!'
Her warmth passed through him and he thrilled to the feel of her naked body touching his, but his desire didn't return. His cock didn't harden. But it was sweet to be on top of her, to feel her. He lay on her, his belly against hers, her sexual hair mingled with his, her full firm tits almost flattened from the weight of his chest pressing on her. Her arms were about his neck and her mouth was glued to his.
Then slowly he slipped off of her to look at her, her beautiful legs, her cunt hair, her pale glowing skin, her mouth-watering tits, so full and round and inviting, the stiffened nipples evidence of her heated arousal. Her warm smile told him better than words could have, that she was now fully convinced there was nothing wrong with lying here on a beach towel, expecting to be fucked by her own eighteen year old son.
He was sitting close to her. She turned onto her side facing him, then leaned over and took his semi-erect cock in her mouth. She licked it softly, tenderly, lingering over the tip of it. His prick quivered.
He looked down at her and was thrilled by the sight of his most fantastic fantasy having become reality. His mother's sensuous mouth was beautifully curved around his cock. His own mother was kissing, licking and gently sucking on his prick. With one hand she played with his big hairy balls which she seemed to think were so wonderful. With the other she held the shaft of his cock, her fingers entwined lovingly about it, while she slipped her mouth again over the bulbous-shaped head, enclosing it and pulling on it gently.
She sucked him for the longest time, until Michael was sure he was in heaven. Then she had him lie down beside her, facing her. She took hold of his cock again and guided it between her legs. She rubbed his cock gently against her clitoris, over and over again. Michael watched her hand, thinking how beautiful it looked, holding his prick. It stirred but it did not harden sufficiently to enter her.
He could see at the opening of her cunt the moisture of her desire appearing, glistening on her cunt hair. She continued to rub. Their two bodies, equally beautiful, moved in harmony with her rubbing motion, his prick feeling the touch of her skin, the warm tender flesh of her cunt, enjoying the friction.
'Give me your tongue,' she said in a lewd whisper. Without interrupting the rubbing of his cock against her cunt, she took his tongue into her mouth and touched the tip of it with her own. Each time his prick touched her clitoris, her tongue touched the tip of his. And Michael felt a warmth running between his tongue and his cock, running back and forth.
In a husky voice his mother said, 'Stick your tongue out, out, out…'
He obeyed her. She again said huskily, 'Out, out, out…' obsessively, and when he did so he felt a stirring in his body, as if his prick were extending toward her, wanting to reach into her.
She kept her mouth open, her fingers closed around his cock, her legs parted expectantly.
Michael felt himself in a turmoil, the blood running through his body and down to his prick. It hardened.
His mother waited. She did not take his prick in at once. She let him now and then thrust his tongue into her mouth. She let him pant like a dog in heat, open his being, stretch toward her. He glanced at the red mouth of her cunt, open and waiting, and suddenly the violence of his lust shook him, completed the hardening of his cock, making it once again like a bar of steel. He flung himself on top of her, his tongue inside her mouth, and his prick pushing its way up into her.
It was glorious, such a snug fit, like she was a teenage virgin who had never had a cock up there until now that she was feeling his. She squirmed beneath him, wriggled her hips sensuously, brought her legs up over his back and helped him all she could. His hands took a firm grip on her shoulders, for leverage, and he went in deeper. His mother responded like she'd never had anything that good in her whole life.
'Ummm, that feels so nice. It's beautiful. Oh darling, you're making your mother feel so good!'
He took his time, making it so good for her she could hardly stand it. Each time he advanced, he pulled back slowly until only the head of his cock was in her. Then he went back into her, a little deeper each time until she had it in her as far as he could go. His mother had it all, and she could feel his big hairy balls resting against her asshole.
She looked up at him with a warm loving smile and teased him. 'Oh what a bad boy you are. What a terrible thing to be doing – fucking your own mother!'
He laughed, then pulled back and jabbed her. His mother's response was to tighten her cunt muscles around the base of his cock, making him moan with delight. Then he went to work on her, using all that he had learned from fucking all those teenage girls in high school and the several married women in his neighborhood. Two of those married women were his mother's close friends and they had taught him plenty. Holding his mother by the cheeks of her gorgeous ass, he drove her into the most sensational climax she'd ever experienced. She babbled incoherently as she sailed off into ecstasy, crying out how good he was and how much better it was with him than with his father.
With his mother lying beneath him, panting and gasping, trying to catch her breath which her sensational orgasm had taken from her, Michael couldn't help but be pleased with himself. She was his now. She loved what he was giving her. She loved his cock and the way he was using it. He knew that from now on he could have her whenever he wanted her, as often as he wanted her. He would fuck her silly all summer long, and even after that.
And wouldn't it be great? Who would ever suspect him of fucking his own mother? They would keep it a secret, of course, a much better secret than the three women and their sons that he had told his mother about. No one would ever know. It would be wonderful for his mother too. She needed his cock. She had made it quite obvious from the way she had responded to him, that she hadn't been getting enough from the old man, not as much as a hot, sexy woman like her should be getting. He knew why she hadn't taken a lover, hadn't been getting a little on the side. It was too risky. Having some man slip around to see her while hubby was at work, could happen only a few times before the neighbors would catch on and start gossiping. Mom had her unblemished reputation to think of, her social standing in the community to protect. But she had the ideal solution now. Who would ever dream she was getting all the cock she wanted, by getting into bed with her own son?
His cock was still hard, as solid as bone, and he hardly gave her time to catch her breath before he went at her again. After all, he had waited a long time for this moment, to get his prick into her, and now that he was actually fucking her, he was going to make the most of it. He pounded away at her until she finally got into harmony with his movements and gave back as good as she was getting. Then he brought her off a second time. Sometime later, he got her off a third time and then he discovered that he could not come. He had sent his mother sailing through three hot fiery climaxes, but he couldn't get off himself. She was thrilled at his staying power but enough was enough. He wanted to send his hot boiling juices gushing up into her twat, just as she was getting off and really send her into orbit.
He fucked his delighted mother until she was breathless, while her orgasmic juices soaked his balls and his
