He didn't believe her. She wasn't stalling him anymore. He had his prick in her, part of it anyway, and she was now going to get it all. He rolled her onto her back and he came up over her. He had a firm grip on her ass and he pushed for all he was worth. So well lubricated was his mother's cunt that he went in all the way. Regardless of the fact that her cuntal passage was a tight fit and his hard cock was enormous, he was in her right up to his balls.
'Darling, stop!' she called in a fierce whisper. 'I hear your father's car in the driveway!'
That wouldn't work this time, he thought. He whispered back, as if there was someone there who might overhear what he was saying to her. 'I'm in you, Mom. I'm fucking you at last. I'm going to fuck you until I make you feel so good, you'll come back to me for more, again and again.'
He didn't hear his father's car pull into the driveway. He didn't hear his father come in the front door, either. But luck was with them both that night. His father, instead of coming up the stairs, hollered up from the hallway.
'Patricia? You ready yet? Get a move on. We should have been at the Hendersons a half hour ago. I got delayed at the office.'
His mother let out a startled cry and uncunted him. He rolled onto his back as she pushed him off her and scrambled off the bed. Grabbing her robe, she shot out the door and into the bathroom. So quick was her exit, she was gone even while Manley's cock was spurting out its heavy charge, all over his belly, his chest and right up to his chin.
It took Manley a while to get over his frustration. He lay there on the bed until he heard his mother and father leave for their dinner date with the Hendersons, then he got up and went into the bathroom. After his shower he began to see the humor in the incident and he thought it was funny. It was also thrilling and exciting. He'd actually had his big hard prick in his mother's cunt! Right up to his balls! Her one and only objection was that they didn't have enough time, before his father was due to arrive home. She didn't raise any fuss about the fact that he was going to screw his mother. Hell, she wanted his cock just as much as he wanted her pussy. And if the old man hadn't come home when he did, he would still be fucking her.
As far as Manley was concerned, he'd really done it. True, he had his prick in his mother's cunt for less than a minute. But he'd had it up there, as far as it would go. That his mother was upset, wasn't because she didn't like it. She liked it all right. She was uptight because she was afraid the old man was going to catch her being fucked by her own son.
The next time it would be different. He wouldn't have any trouble getting his prick into her a second time, he told himself. Now that his mother knew how good it felt to have him in her, she'd be as eager to fuck as he was. She was likely looking forward to the next time they were alone together, as much as he was. She'd been thrilled out of her mind with the way he ate her pussy, and she'd feel the same way about fucking her. He was willing to bet that right now, while his mother was at the Hendersons, her thoughts were still on that moment when she was sprawled out on the bed, with her son on top of her, shoving his prick into her.
After he dried himself off, Manley went back to his room and sat on the side of the bed. His cock was sticking out in front of him like the handle on a pump, just from thinking about those wonderful few moments alone with his mother.
Wouldn't it freak the old man out, he thought, if he knew he'd had his head between Mom's legs and had eaten her pussy? That he had kissed, licked and sucked her cunt, and lapped up her juices while he brought her off three times? It wasn't every day that a guy got a chance to kiss and lick his mother's snatch and swallow her come, while he held her by her bare ass and she wriggled it all around, rubbing her twat all over his face. What would the old man do, if he knew he'd been on top of Mom when she was naked, had touched her cunt with the head of his prick, then pushed it up into her?
Well he had a pretty good idea what the old man would do, and he didn't want to experience it. He didn't ever want the old man to find out about it at all. What he wanted was for his mother to find out how good it could be with his prick in her for an hour or more at a time.
Now that he'd had his prick in her cunt, he considered his mother as much his woman as she was Dad's. Maybe even more so, because his mother was never as loving and affectionate with his father as she was with him. He was her favorite man, he knew that. She was forever hugging and kissing him, and standing close to him with her arms about him. And she didn't seem to mind that he was feeling her tits, and running his hands all over her ass. Once when they were sitting close together on the couch, he slipped his hand up under her dress, up between her legs and she didn't say a thing about it. What thrilled him even more was when she stood with her arms about his neck and rubbed her pussy against the hard bulge in the front of his pants, and didn't object when he grabbed her by both cheeks of her ass and pulled her tightly against him. He was certain she'd had a climax quite often that way, because he frequently shot off his load in his undershorts while he was doing it.
His cock sticking out in front of him was like a bar of steel, except that it quivered and pulsed impatiently. What was he to do? He couldn't stay here all evening thinking about how great it had been fucking his mother – for all of thirty seconds. He needed a hot pussy he could fuck all evening long.
He thought of Mrs. Tamerlin – Agnes – who lived next door. He had a hot thing going with her, because her husband was away a lot and it was so easy to slip into her house through the back door and get into bed with her. Agnes wasn't one to waste time in idle conversation. The moment he came into her kitchen, she led him off to her bedroom, where they took off their clothes and got into the bed. They did take chances though, especially on weekends when her husband was home. Often he would fuck her in just the time it took her husband to drive to the store for cigarettes and come right back. One time he fucked her while her husband was mowing the lawn and once while he was washing the car.
Quickly he put on his clothes, went downstairs and phoned Agnes. The grin that spread across his face indicated she had told him her husband was out for the evening and she was alone. He lost no time in leaping over the low fence that separated her backyard from his. Then he was through the door, into the kitchen and into Agnes' waiting arms.
Manley may have been right. Maybe his mother was eagerly awaiting her next chance to be alone with him, so he could fuck her again. And this time have the opportunity to do it properly, without it ending as soon as it got started. But the trouble was that three days went by without him and his mother having a chance to be alone together. So he still didn't know if his mother was as eager as he was to do it again, or if she had no intention of ever getting into a position like that with her son a second time.
That night the three of them, Mom, Dad and himself, were to go out to dinner, then meet the Emersons at the theater. The Emersons would have their daughter Sheri with them, so for her and Manley, it was a date, arranged by the girl's parents.
The Emersons liked Manley very much. They thought he was a wonderful young man, the kind of boy they wanted their daughter to be dating. They were very protective of her and didn't approve of most young men who tried to take her out. But they did approve of Manley and were forever thinking up discreet ways to bring him and their daughter together. Sheri didn't mind that her parents were interfering. She had more than just a crush on Manley. She had the hots for him and she was grateful to her parents for any help they could give her, in her pursuit of him.
Manley was the only boy the Emersons trusted alone with their daughter. Their belief that he would behave like a gentleman, even when they weren't there to watch him, was a mistaken belief at best. The first time he was alone with Sheri, he fucked her. In fact, from the time the Emersons had left, to the time they returned around midnight, he had fucked her six times.
He hardly deserved full credit for this achievement, however. As soon as her parents' car pulled out of the driveway, the girl practically climbed all over him. She came on so strong that Manley was amazed that up to the very moment when his prick went up into her, she had been a virgin.
He liked Sheri very much and was warmly affectionate toward her. But he was that way with all the other teenage girls he was fucking too. To him, Sheri was just one of several girls he could fuck whenever he wanted to. The girls in the neighborhood put out for him, even though most of them had steady boyfriends and three of them were engaged to be married. Indeed, one girl let him fuck her the night before her wedding. And four girls who were already married, didn't see that as any good reason why Manley shouldn't go right on fucking them whenever he wanted to. They didn't express that idea to their husbands, of course, but a wedding ring on a finger didn't stop a hot cunt from wanting Manley's prick.
Manley took it all in stride. To him it was a normal way of life, to be able to fuck any girl he chose to, at any
