crotch. They rolled together for a long time. He got her off two more times, then he stood up and helped her to her feet.
They walked along the beach, their arms about each other. Michael's cock was stretched and taut, and his mother delighted in the sight. Farther along they dropped to the ground and he fucked her again, bringing her off three times, before they again got to their feet. Part way around the small lake as they walked, she in front of him, he encircled her in his arms and pulled her to the ground so that they were like dogs coupling, on their hands and knees. His immense cock was all the way in her as it quivered, shook and gyrated inside her. His mother cried out with pleasure and her shapely ass wriggled and undulated in a lewd and obscene fashion against his groin. She climaxed twice, in response to her son humping her, leaning over her and kissing her, holding her tits in his eager hands.
'Do you like it, Mom?' he panted. 'Do you really like it?'
'Oh yes! Oh do I ever!' she gasped. 'But make it last. Do not come. I love it like this, over and over and over.'
She was so moist and feverish as they walked some more. All the time she waited for the moment he would pull her to the ground and fuck her like he was obsessed. Then with her mind still spinning from her third and sometimes fourth climax, he would pull her to her feet and they would trudge on again, their arms about each other. Each time he fucked her, she felt anew his hands all over her body, the warm sand on her back, his caressing mouth on hers and his wonderful cock deep inside her cunt.
As they walked, she held his fully erect prick in her hand. Then she stopped him and dropped to her knees before him and took it into her mouth. He stood towering over her, his hands on her head, his fingers tangling in her golden hair, his belly moving slightly forward.
As they were nearly around the lake, she again dropped to her knees in front of him. This time she pressed his upright cock between her tits, making a cushion for it, holding it and letting it glide between this soft embrace. Dizzy, palpitating, vibrating from these caresses, they walked on drunkenly.
They returned to the cottage and once more he put her down on the ground. He wanted to come, to fill her hot pussy full of his copious fluids, and would not let up on her until he did. She was so hotly aroused, so delighted that her son had fucked her over and over again without letup. She moaned with delight as she felt his enormous cock push its way up into her. As she entwined her legs about him, he took a firm hold on her ass, then doubled over so that he could get his mouth onto one of her tits. Her nipple slipped in past his lips and he began sucking. In this way he fucked her for the longest time, bringing her through one orgasm after another.
Suddenly he began shaking all over. Even his cock inside her was shaking. And then he came with a violence. Huge spurts of boiling come gushed into her pussy, flooding her snug and tender passage and sending her into another climax along with him. She half climbed over his body in the extreme joy of reaching her own fulfillment. They laughed and cried together.
Lying side by side, pressed tightly together, their arms and legs about each other, they dozed off. With the dawn coming upon them they felt too cool and Michael awoke to find his mother tenderly and lovingly kissing him all over, her hands fluttering across his thighs, touching his cock and his balls.
'Do you know what I think we should do now?' she said in a soft whisper.
'What?'
'I think we should go into the cottage, take a warm shower together, then get into bed – together.'
On their feet once more, they walked with their arms about each other to the cottage. Just inside the door, he hugged her to him and said, 'This is Tuesday. Isn't that nice?'
'Why?' she asked.
'We have four days and three nights to be alone together, before Dad arrives for the weekend.'
CHAPTER FIVE
The way young Manley got started fooling around with Patricia Preston wasn't all that different from the way any local eighteen-year-old boy made out with an attractive thirty-six-year-old woman. If you lived in Tuttleville, you'd know there was a lot of that going on. A stranger however, would never realize it.
The women of Tuttleville – and the teenage girls too – were rather clanish. They didn't take to strangers. Men from out of town, business men, traveling salesmen and the like, came away with the impression that the ladies who lived there, were pure-minded, well behaved women who didn't stand for any fooling around and only had sex with their husbands.
Nothing could have been farther from the truth, as most of the boys in their senior year at Tuttleville High School knew only too well. Their favorite sport wasn't football or basketball. It was crawling between the legs of all those married women who loved making it with a horny teenage stud. More than just a few neglected wives were getting a little on the side from some teenage kid, who lived just down the street or over on the next block. Young Manley was getting his full share of that kind of action. He was fucking Mrs. Carpenter over on the next street, and Mrs. Tamerlin who was his next door neighbor. What made it different with him and Mrs. Preston, was that they weren't neighbors. Patricia Preston was his mother.
Maybe that's what made it so easy. They lived in the same house and they were alone together a lot. Manley was hot and horny for his mother and it helped considerably when he became aware that she had the hots for him too, even if she wouldn't admit it, even to herself.
Their intimacy came about in easy stages, with Manley making a little more progress each time. He came home from school one day to find his mother applying lotion to her body, because she had been out in the backyard on a beach towel, sunning herself. When Manley came into her room, she let him take over the job and he did so eagerly. He spread the oil slowly and gently over her neck and shoulders, and then all over her back. The upper part of her bikini was lying on the bed where she had tossed it, and Manley began to apply the lotion all around and over her luscious round tits. He was having himself a grand time when his mother realized she hadn't got any sun on her boobs, so it wasn't necessary to put any lotion there.
Unperturbed, Manley then massaged the lotion into her legs, from her ankles right up to the crotch of her bikini. His mother let him, even though he spent a lot of time rubbing between her thighs, while he kissed her with his tongue probing deep into her mouth in search of hers. She was breathing quite heavily when she whispered, 'That's not the way a young man should be kissing his mother.'
She didn't seem to notice, or pretended not to, the way he was feeling between her legs.
Whenever Manley's father was out for the evening, back to the office or to a lodge meeting, Manley would take his mother out, to dinner or to a movie. In the movie he would sit with his arm around her, while he took her hand in his and in the dark they would neck like two teenage lovers. Once, when he freed his hand from his mother's, he eased it up under her skirt, up between her legs, all the way to the crotch of her panties. He had succeeded in getting his fingers in around the legband and was feeling her cunt. When he got that far, she took his hand away and scolded him in a whisper, saying, 'Now that's not for you, because I'm your mother.'
One evening when Manley and his mother were alone together, they were sitting cuddled up together on the couch in the living room, talking about sex.
His mother said, 'I find it very hard to talk to anyone about sex, except to you.'
She had no trouble at all discussing sex with her son, and they made some startling confessions to each other. Manley even confessed that his first piece of ass was with Mrs. John Bentley (Sally), an attractive woman about his mother's age and his mother's very dear friend.
Before long she told him, 'I wasn't a virgin when I married your father and I made the mistake, later on, of telling him.'
When she saw how interested her son was in hearing about her sexual indiscretions when she was his age, she went on.
'I wasn't really in love with your father. I married him because I was already pregnant – with you. During the first two years of my marriage, I told him all sorts of stories about myself that I should have kept quiet about. I told him about the seventeen boys who fucked me during my senior year in high school. They're grown up now of course, and several of them work with your father and one of them is his boss.'
'Wow, Mom. That must have really surprised him,' said Manley. 'What else did you tell him?'
