cock with a squeezing sensation, gripping and releasing. She moaned with the intensity of her ecstasy, arching her ass against him.
Brett hugged his mother tightly, his cock caught inside the tightness of her cunt. He fondled her tits and caressed her side, her hips and thighs. He kissed at her creamy back and
flicked about it with the tip of his tongue. Karen fondled his balls tenderly, her eyes closed as she savored the early fucking, the beast within her sated for the time being.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was strange, Karen thought, how a person could go through so many years without really knowing anything about herself. Then, bang, overnight she becomes a different person.
She had beard that people go through various changes in seven-year cycles, but had not paid much attention to that. She had not noticed any changes in herself-until lately. She had now become a different person than she had been. It was as if she wanted to make
up for lost time, the time lost lacking the erotic aspects of living, the excitement, the enjoyment of fucking.
Knowing that her son showed no signs of reluctance to fuck her, Karen suppressed any feelings of shame or guilt, too. Surprisingly she felt no jealousy toward his girlfriend. She didn't care how often he fucked the pretty girl, or where he fucked her. In a way it was exciting, knowing he was sticking his cock into that young cunt and then fucking her later. She knew that her son loved her, and that, by him fucking Sally, she wasn't losing anything.
Fucking could be easily separated from love, Karen knew. A hard cock and a wet, hot cunt were not necessarily love. But it sure as hell was fun!
She knew her son was waiting right now for Sally to call him. She knew they had a date for this afternoon, and it was up to Sally when she could get away from her own home. And she knew Brett and Sally seldom went on real dates. The dates they had were fucking dates, not the movie and hamburger dates other teenagers had.
Her son's relationship with Sally was based almost solely on fucking. Brett had talked enough about Sally so that Karen knew the girl dated other boys, but those were movie dates.
As far as Brett knew-and he was certain of it-he was the only one fucking the sweet little creature. It was as though Sally was leading a double life, one of outward virginity and one of wild fucking. That didn't make Karen feel any the less for the girl. She could easily associate with the double life. She; too, presented the perfect picture of a loving, caring mother to those outside her home, and in private she was fucking her son like the insatiable nymphomaniac she was becoming.
The secrecy of fucking her son was exciting to her too, like eating the forbidden fruit. Doing something absolutely unacceptable to society went streaming tingles of excitement racing up and down her creamy smooth flesh.
Karen sat on the couch next to her son as he waited for Sally to call. She had one arm over his shoulder and the other hand in his lap. She was stroking his cock inside his pants, her skirt high on her long thighs.
'If-she don't call soon,' Karen whispered into his ear softly, 'There won't be much of a hard-on left for her.'
Brett grinned and fondled his mother's thigh. 'I always have a hard-on,' he said.
'Brag, brag,' she teased.
He poked a finger toward her cunt, and Karen squealed and pressed her thighs
together, capturing his hand between them. She thrust the tip of her tongue into his ear, and at the same time grabbed his cock through his pants. Brett jerked his hand free of her tight thighs and closed his fingers about one of his mother's arching tits.
'Mmmmm, you like that tit, do you?' she whispered into his ear. 'Well, I like this cock!'
She opened his pants and pulled his prick free, wrapping her fingers around his cock and jerking up and down. She ran her tongue into his ear again, and her son dug into her tit, making her moan in pleasure. She squeezed his cock hard, then jerked rapidly.
Taking her arm from around his shoulders, she fondled his prick with two hands. Brett ran his arm about his mother's shoulder, hugging her as she rested her head on his chest, watching his cock as she toyed with him. The piss hole was wet again, beads of clear liquid seeping from it. She drew her fist up tightly, bringing more liquid forth. Her eyes were glassy and her cunt was pulsating with increasing heat and wetness.
It was a moment or so before she felt the pressure of her son's arm around her shoulders. He was trying to push her face downward, and she lifted her head and looked
into his eyes. 'What is it you want me to do, darling?'
Brett didn't say anything, his eyes glazed with desire.
'Does Sally do that for you?' Karen asked. 'Does she let you stick your cock in her mouth?'
Brett nodded.
'And you want to stick it in my mouth?'
Again he nodded.
Karen stared into her son's eyes for a long time. She finally said, her voice a soft whisper, 'I don't really know how to do it, darling.'
'Just put it in your mouth, Mother,' he said in a thick voice. 'I'll do the rest.'
'You're sure Sally lets you do this?' 'She sucks good cock, Mother.' 'Sucks… cock,' Karen whispered, the phrase sounding strange to her. 'Sucks cock…you mean she's a cocksucker?' 'And a damned good cocksucker, Mother.'
'You want me to be a cocksucker for you, too, don't you.' she asked.
Brett didn't say anything, just waited. Karen gazed back at his cock. The piss hole was quite wet and slippery now. She ran her tongue over her lips, and her son pressed at her head, urging her to go downward. She didn't
resist him. Her head rested on his stomach now, her mouth only inches from the swollen head of his cock. She could feel her son's stomach quivering in desire, and his cock lurched in her fist.
She felt her son's hand on the back of her head, pressing her down slowly. 'Take my cock in your mouth, Mother,' he urged.
Karen's lips were closed when the wet head of his cock touched them. She felt the heat and wetness of his prick smear her lips, and she slowly allowed him to press the smooth head of his cock between them. Her lips stretched, and the smoothness of his prick felt like satin as she made a tentative lick with her tongue. The wetness had a sweet sort of taste to her, and she found she didn't mind it in the least. She held his cockhead with her lips and ran her tongue over the head, feeling him pressing her head down more, urging her to suck the full length of his cock into her mouth.
Brett lifted his hips as he pressed his mother's head down, and that drove his cock deeper. Karen could feel the hardness now, the heat, and her lips tingled in a delicious way. He shoved more of his cock into her mouth, then began to fuck up and down slowly.
Karen mewled about his prick, enjoying the feel of his cock inside her mouth, the taste of
his prick. She liked the way his cock throbbed against her lips. She rested her cheek on his lower stomach, letting him fuck into her mouth, her lips gripping his cock tightly. She pressed her fingers into his thigh, her eyes closed. He arched up and down, fucking her mouth slowly, and Karen found herself taking his prick all the way. The smooth roundness of the cockhead probed at her throat, and she found it easy to accept without gagging or choking. He started fucking her mouth faster, and Karen began to moan softly, her tongue licking the prick shaft. She dug her fingers into his thigh hard, feeling her cunt convulse with an orgasm.
With her head resting on his stomach, Brett could arch his cock up and down, fucking into his mother's mouth as she passively accepted it. Although Karen wasn't bobbing on his cock, there was an appeal to having his prick in her mouth this way that caused her cunt to spasm with ecstasy. She loved the tingling stretching of her lips around the throbbing hard-on.
'Mmmmmm,' she moaned softly as he fucked in and out of her accepting mouth. 'Mmmmmmmm!'
