him and spoiled him for immediate fucking. But, no, to my glee, his prick remained as hard as steel. He was ready to keep on going.
'Fuck me!' I pleaded, pulling away from his mouth and opening my thighs to the ultimate. 'Stick your cock between Mom's legs and spray her cunt the way you sprayed her mouth.'
He scrambled into the crux of my loins and pressed his dick against my throbbing cunt. Obviously this was the hairiest twat he had ever had access to, and he liked the mature flossiness.
'I don't see why Dad sleeps on the couch,' he said. 'if I had a cunt like this I could fuck, I'd be doing it every night.'
Then he penetrated. Immediately he was banging away to the hilt. His sister had taught him well.
I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him even nearer. The action was so hot it felt like our loins were melting together. This was fucking!
'Harder, harder,' I moaned. 'Your cock feels so goooood in my cunt. Is my pussy tight enough for you?'
He breathlessly informed me that it was. It made me feel terrific, knowing that I could make my cunt muscles do the job at my command.
He came after only a short period of fucking. The second time was even richer than the first. What my snatch couldn't hold creamed down my thighs and trickled into the crack of my ass.
However, when he was through shooting his wad, Ted surpassed himself. Without even stopping for breath, he started screwing me even harder than before he had come. His stamina was incredible.
'Keep fucking me, keep fucking me!' I implored. Needless to say, my urging was far from necessary. My son took to screwing his mother like a duck to water.
As for myself, all of my separate orgasms had melted into one. My senses were like a snowball, gathering force and volume as though hurtling down a steep hill. Before long I would be the victim of an avalanche.
His cock snapped in my love-hole and exploded again. The third time actually surpassed the first two efforts. By now the womb that had nurtured my son into life was full of his cum.
And, when it was over, his cock was still as hard as ever! Both of us were more eager to keep on fucking than we had been before.
Because my twat was so full of slippery cream, any more friction there was impossible. If we were going to keep on making love, we'd have to shift operations to a fresh, dry hole. Both of us knew what that meant.
'Fuck me in the ass!' I cried, but my words were beside the point. Ted had already pulled his prick from my cunt and was moving it down a notch. My asshole was waiting for him with ridges flared.
Oh, God, it was tight as he shoved it in. 'More, more, more!' I screamed until he was in me to the hilt. His beautiful balls, were wedged between my buns and churning with what would be his fourth load of spunk.
I wanted his latest outpouring even more desperately than I'd wanted I he first three. Cum to me was like heroin to a junkie – the more I got, the more I wanted.
He fucked my ass harder and harder until I could feel the jerking impact all the way up in my intestines. The shit was bubbling in my colon, waiting to be joined by a blast of scalding male juice.
Anally orgasming already, I wiggled my butt like somebody had poured gasoline all over my tail and lit it on fire. I was consumed by, the flames of incestuous passion.
It took him a little longer to come this time, since, after all, this was his fourth time at bat. However, the wait was worth it because it meant the divine friction was prolonged. I'd never felt anything as exciting as my son's hard-on pumping up my tight asshole.
Then, after several minutes of furious pistoning, he gasped. His prick lurched so the head reached the mouth of my bowels. His pelvis cracked against my thrusting crotch.
'Come in my ass!' I screamed. 'Fill my ass with your jizz.'
At long last the eruption occurred. I'm not exaggerating when I say that this time it was like a miniature volcano. There was no difference between his spunk and molten lava.
The cum rushed into my colon and blasted my crap from its moorings with its pressure. The center of my being felt as though I'd swallowed a time-bomb, digested it, and had it go off before I could defecate it. Jack- knifing from the explosive liquid thunder within me, I pitched around on the creaking bed like a ship in a violent storm. Carrying Ted between my locked legs, I rolled us over several times until we reached the edge of the mattress. There, we seemed to hover in mid-air for several seconds until we finally fell.
When we toppled to the floor, his prick came shooting out my asshole and fell back against his flat belly, still dribbling goo. Throwing myself at his beautiful crotch, I hungrily licked up what was left. Because he had no pubic hair, nothing was there to get in my way and every remaining drop was mine.
When I was finished, his groin and cock and balls were inflamed to scarlet from the constant chafing of my cunt, ass and mouth. He would be sore down there for days. Everytime my son got up or sat down he would think of his mother.
I can't tell you how much the thought of that pleased me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After what happened between Ted and me, I started to see my children in an entirely new light. And it wasn't just the sex I'd had with my son which was responsible for this.
Remember that Ted had told me some things about his sister which were most surprising, indeed. Even at the height of my concern about Gwen's boy-craziness, I had never speculated for a moment that she might be doing anything more than a little making out. That she had not been a virgin for some time was the one thing I'd never considered.
Of course, now that I knew, I began to nervously wonder about all soils of things no mother can ignore when she knows her daughter is sexually active. A son's participation in sex is one thing, but a daughter – well, it's a lot different. First and foremost, she can get pregnant.
And a pregnant daughter was a heavy matter. What's more, Don would be certain to blame the whole thing on yours truly.
Realizing I had to pay more attention to Gwen's activities, I began to keep tabs on her.
Oh, why beat around the bush. I began spying on her.
I convinced myself that I was perfectly justified. After all, among other things, I now knew that Gwen had been having sex not only with guys from school, but with her own brother. What if she became pregnant and it was Ted's child?
However, even this was not my greatest concern. If Gwen was capable of making it with her brother, who knew where else her hornily warped judgment might lead her. She might even be fucking someone of another race.
Increasingly, when she left the house, I followed her. More often than not the trail led me to Billy Preston, the kid Ted had mentioned.
At least, I consoled myself, Billy was a well-brought up guy who came from a nice, middle-class family. If my daughter was going to have sex with anyone, I preferred that it be with someone whose parents I knew.
There was only one catch, though, and it was a big one. I could never catch Gwen and Billy in the act. I started to wonder if perhaps Ted had been lying to me in order to cover up his own sexual precocity.
Then one day something happened that shook me to the core. Surprisingly, it had nothing to do with discovering Billy and Gwen naked in one another's arms.
Gwen had said that morning that she was going to play tennis with Billy. She looked so cute in her summer garb of cut-off jeans with no panties, and a bra-less t-shirt. I was sure if there was really something between them beyond puppy love, Billy wouldn't be able to resist making love to her and I'd catch them fucking at last.
However, to my surprise, when I drove by the tennis courts, Billy was there playing with another guy. Stunned, I sat in the car and watched them play for over an hour before I realized that Gwen was nowhere around.
Then, when I was getting ready to leave, Billy and the other guy finished their game and walked off the court. Seeing that they were going to a secluded area that was concealed from passers-by, I decided to eavesdrop
