deep inside her. Immediately her passions were awakened. Still, she could not manage to open her eyes. She felt the hand on her tit and she wrapped her legs about a slender waist as she felt her womb flooded with cum.
'Ummmnnn… yessss… fuck me again… fuck me… me…' she moaned before she passed out again.
Jim was terror-stricken. His prick throbbed deep in his mother's cunt. He pulled out his prick and stood back from the bed, frightened that she had awakened. But she hadn't. He sighed deeply.
It took him some time to get his mother under the covers, but he finally made it. As he reached down to pull the sheet over her naked body, he could not resist one last touch. He cupped her naked tits firmly, then ran his left hand down her belly to her pussy. As his fingers sought the wet warmth there, he found a stiff little piece of flesh high in the folds of her cunt. Curiously, he kneeled down and tried to see what it was. He was leaning over her spread legs when he felt a hand between his legs.
'Hhuh… kiss it again, baby…' Thelma mumbled drunkenly as she gripped her son's still-stiff prick.
Terrified, Jim tried to pull back, but he lost his balance and fell across his mother's body. He felt his prick being freed from his shorts, then something warm and wet closed over it.
'Ummmmnnn… tastes good…' his mother mumbled as she licked his prick.
In her drunken stupor, Thelma thought she had a hold of Tim Hogan's stiff prick. She took the length of her son's hard cock into her mouth and tongued him wildly as she forced his head between her legs.
Jim felt her hand on the back of his head. He inhaled deeply of her cunt odor and he felt a strong thrill go through him as he recalled the picture in the magazine… the one with the man eating the woman's pussy.
Cautiously, Jim kissed the puffed, wet lips of his mother's cunt. He heard her groan, and then she lifted her legs up. His mouth was poised over her pussy. Then, as she sucked his cock, the boy suddenly licked out and found that turgid little piece of flesh between her cunt-lips. As he tongued it, he heard her moan again.
'Ummm… lick it, Tim… lick my cunt give me another cum, honey… Oh, yesss!'
Jim felt her take the entire length of his prick into her hot mouth. His legs quivered as she tongued him. He knew he was going to cum again. As he licked her wet pussy, he sensed that something was happening to her, too.
Thelma had her mouth filled with a throbbing prick and she could feel his mouth on her.
Wildly, she sucked the pulsing member and her pussy.
For one wild moment, Thelma imagined the mouth on her pussy was her son's, then the orgasm washed over her shaking body. Wave after wave of sensual sensation passed through her body, then the prick in her mouth erupted. It spurted hotly and her mouth was filled to overflowing with sticky white cum. Thelma swallowed only to have her mouth filled again. She held onto his smooth ass as she drank the hot cum and her own body shook uncontrollably.
Jim felt himself cuming in his mother's mouth and he renewed his efforts on her clit. He sucked and licked as her knees drew back and he felt her body shudder. She held his ass tightly as his prick jerked deep in her sucking mouth.
Finally, the boy's contractions passed. He sobbed out a deep sigh as his mother's legs went limp again and his softening prick slipped out of her mouth. He took a deep breath and tried to roll to one side. His mother rolled with him and he found himself trapped in a tangle of arms and legs. He could feel her cheek pressed tightly against his crotch and her arms were wrapped firmly about his ass and legs.
Jim sighed deeply and nestled against his mother's soft, warm body, his cheek against her pubic thatch. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Tim pulled into the driveway of his home. He climbed out tiredly and stumbled toward the doorway of his home. Inside, he found the nightlight burning and he sighed deeply as he made his way up the stairs to his room. He looked in on Michael, then on the twins.
Tim suddenly sobered. He saw his two golden-haired daughters lying naked on the bed, arms entwined. He looked at their still forms and he thought of his dead wife, Peggy. A dull ache began low in his stomach as he crossed the room to stand by the bed. The girls were sleeping peacefully, and Tim was enchanted by their loveliness as he gazed upon their naked bodies. As he reached for the sheet to cover them, his hand brushed a naked thigh.
Tim touched his daughter's warm flesh. In the dim light he could not be sure whether it was Trina or Trish. He moved his hand slowly up her body until he reached her breast, then he stopped. He felt the fullness of her tit and a thrill coursed through him. Tim ached to take them into his arms – to feel their warm bodies next to his, to love them.
Pulling back, Tim sighed and covered the girls. Then he went to his own room. Tiredly, he climbed into bed and closed his eyes. As he lay there, thoughts of his daughter, his dead wife, his sister and finally his mother came to him. They were all so alike, it seemed.
And Tim recalled the night so long ago that his mother had come to his room. It was shortly after the divorce and Tim fancied himself as the man of the house. Lying there with his eyes closed, Tim experienced the old feelings as he remembered the thrill of that night.
Tim heard the door of his room open, then close softly. He knew it was his mother. He could smell her perfume as she crossed the room to sit on the side of his bed. She brushed his forehead with her lips. Tim smelled her breath and knew she had been drinking again. He felt her hand on his chest and wonder was replaced by fright as she moved her hand downward to his stomach. His heart was beating rapidly as he felt her fingers brush the outline of his prick inside his pajamas. Then, she slipped her hand inside the flannel garment, and Tim fought to control his breathing as her warm fingers fondled his prick.
Immediately, his prick came to life. Silently she sat there on the side of the bed and stroked his growing prick. Then, Tim felt her pull back the cover of his bed, and he felt the cool air.
'Oh, Tim…' she murmured, then she lifted his hand and pressed it against her tit.
The feel of her warm flesh excited him. She was naked beneath her, gown. As she rubbed his hand over her tit, he felt her nipple stiffen. Again she moaned and leaned over him, but this lime he felt her lips on his belly.
He shivered as he felt her fingers fumble with the tie of his pajama pants, then open them fully.
Tim felt his prick jerk in his mother's hand. He knew that if she continued playing with him, she was going to have a mess in her hand. He fought to control his breathing as her warm mouth kissed toward his prick, and he wondered why she was kissing him down there.
'Oh, Tim…' she groaned again.
Then Tim felt something warm and wet envelop the head of his pulsing cock.
Tim could not believe it. He opened his eyes as his mother licked the length of his prick. She was actually sucking him! Slowly, he began to respond to her oral manipulations. His breath came in sharp gasps as his mother's mouth took the entire length of his prick and sucked it hotly. He began to squeeze her full tit, and she began to moan.
Tim gasped. He felt his juices boiling up. He experienced a moment of panic as he realized he was about to cum in his mother's mouth. 'Ughhhnnn…' he groaned. 'Mother… Oh, Mother! I'm… Oh… oh… oh!'
Tim's prick exploded as his mother's tongue flicked along the underside of his throbbing prick. His cock jerked strongly and Tim shuddered as his cum spurted forth. He felt her swallow time and time again as her tongue washed sensuous circles around the swollen head of his prick.
Tim placed his hand on his mother's head and was urging her on.
Finally, the contractions had passed and Tim lay gasping for breath as his mother licked his cock and fondled his aching balls. He was dizzy as he lay back heavily on his pillow.
Tim's hand dropped from his mother's tit. She raised up and kissed his belly softly. Then, her lips found his in the darkness, and he was thrilled as she offered him her tongue to suck.
'Oh, Tim…' she sobbed. 'I'm so lonely can you forgive me?'
Tim held her as she cried. There was much he did not understand about sex, but he knew his mother missed his father. As he held her, she lay down beside him, and the thrill of her nearly-naked body next to his made him ache. His face was wet with her tears as they kissed again, and Tim felt her fingers fumbling with the buttons of
