Ian M. Stuart

Home-Made Loving

CHAPTER ONE

Mara Fletcher woke to the song of birds outside her window. She stretched, feeling the goodness of a full night's sleep blessing her body. The sheet spilled down, exposing her large, full breasts, with the thimble-sized nipples, erect fleshy strawberries in the morning air wafting through the cabin's open window. She recalled where she was and, rising, looked out. All around, the lake washed at the island sand just a few feet from her bedroom. As far as she could see there were forests, sky, and water.

Her island! Sitting in the very center of a large lake. Secluded and nearly inaccessible. She smiled. Her man had been no dummy. Then she frowned. But he had up and left her. Dead. Killed in some sweaty, steaming jungle swamp. One more time, she had heard him say. One more time, and then we can live on easy street. One more war. That was what it had been, one more. His last. She heard the sound of running water down the hall and knew Tim, her son, was up and around. She threw the sheet back and, going to the door, opened it and went into the hallway, her plump butt-cheeks tic-tocing. Tim was in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar. She thought to call to him and then realized the water running into the basin would drown out her voice. She stepped to the door so he might hear her. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Then blood rushed to her face and she felt her loins moisten. Her son was jerking off and using the sound of water to mask his lewd movements and groans of pleasure.

He stood before the basin, his shorts down about his ankles, his legs spread. His fist was clasped about his cock, pumping it up and down, making little liquid, fleshy sounds as he reached the apex of the stroke and started down again. As his fist reached the hairy base of his prick, the large purple knob of his cock strutted and swelled, and she noticed a thin stream of clear liquid oozing from the little slit in the point of the knob. She drew a silent, shuddering breath.

Should she make a sound and let him know his activity was discovered?

Should she walk away and be silent, later to caution him about too much handwork? Her breasts swelled and the large nipples jutted until they stuck out an inch from the dark pink whorls of her slightly pebbly areolae. They hardened and trembled from the excitement of watching her teen-aged son extract pleasure from the movement of his fist up and down a very well-developed penis shaft. So many things ran through her mind fleetingly. Mike, her husband, was well endowed, with seven thick inches, huge hen-egg balls, and a staying power which had been her delight and pleasure. She had learned to lead him and stay with him, so that their climaxes happened together, a glorious coming in accord. But as she watched her son, rising now and then on his toes as the moment of his extreme explosion neared, she saw his balls were every bit as large, full and heavy, speaking of quarts of hot, spurting come to be showered into some waiting, quaking eager cunt. And his prick must be nearly as long- no, she saw it clearly for a moment. It must be longer, and the head was thicker and broader. What a cock her young son had on him. Her mouth moistened and she licked her lips as though she could taste it. She felt weak and leaned back against the hallway wall momentarily. Her cunt quivered and she felt moisture running down her thighs. God, she was hot! She hadn't had a hot, hard cock ramming up into her liquid depths for over a year now, and she was beginning to feel she would run out into the street and grab the first man she met and rape him! Unconsciously she widened her stance and one of her hands reached into her labia and began to caress the little stiff clit there, strumming it, feeling it quiver in its intense passion. She rubbed it gently and twirled it between forefinger and thumb as she watched her son jack off. He was steaming now, his hand flashing up and down his cock-shaft, making the popping liquid sounds as his juices gathered and dripped off the end of his cock into the basin of water. Then, over the sound of the water, she heard him groan. She moaned softly, her fingers digging deep into her mound. He reared up on his toes and gasped, his head thrown back. He trembled and gasped again and then, his prick held tightly in his fist, mashed deeply into the pubic whorl of his bush, he shook and came! A hot white glob of semen spurted high and onto the glass of the shaving mirror. Another! And yet another, and then the spurts diminished and became a flow. It came and came until she could hardly believe what she was seeing. He must have come a cupful of semen into the basin. He sighed and relaxed, looking tired and drained. She rose on her toes and gasped, her fingers flashing in and out of her anxious, hot cunt, and came three times, one right after the other. Before he could turn and see her, she whirled and ran on tiptoes back to her room, closing the door silently behind her. She leaned back upon it, and delved into her cunt again, draining out of the moment the last twitches of the delightful sensation of coming. There were a few more sweet, soft quivers and then it was over. She staggered to the bed and fell upon it and into a light doze. She never knew when Tim came to the door and opened it and looked in. As he looked at his nude, uncovered mother, he saw the sprawled legs, and had a close look at the pink, dewy slit out of which he had emerged. He was still nude, not meaning to have stepped entirely into the room, but seeing her asleep, he had come in.

Now, as he gazed upon her sleeping body, he noted the full tits, the nipples rosy from recent rubbing and half-erect yet, no doubt from slowly receding erotic thoughts and feelings, the dewy slit which was gaping slightly as she moaned softly and turned, moving one leg aside, opening more to his gaze. Tim had fucked a few of his girlfriends. But it was mostly on and off in a moment, with him jerking out and coming on their bellies if they weren't on the pill.

He had never yet used a rubber. One of them liked to suck him off and he loved that. Now, as he looked upon his mother's cunt, he realized it was the first grown woman's cunt he had ever seen. The bush was heavy and dark as her hair, running in an upside-down triangle to the point just below her indented navel and finishing between her plump thighs to surround and crown her pink-lipped cunt. As he looked, he began to harden. The recent jerking-off was not enough to stay his passion, and his cock hanging between his legs over his big balls lengthened, thickened, and rose, moving like an animal stirring from its sleep. He breathed deeply and stood looking and thinking how it would be to ram the long shaft of his hot cock into the wet, slick depth of that delicious cunt, and as he thought of that his cock went to half-stand and swung sideways, quivering and uncovering the purple knob slowly as the weight and lengthening forced it beyond the short prepuce. Reaching down, he took his cock in hand and slowly moved the foreskin back and forth over the swelling knob, and his cock hardened and stood at full stance, complete at eight-and-a-half inches, and thick enough that most of his girls were unable to make their fingers meet about it when they jerked him off. Slowly, toying with hot, sexual thoughts, creating visions of himself fucking her in the cunt, between those beautiful tits, and finally in the ass, his hand moved up and down the shaft. He spraddled slightly so his balls could swing freely, and then began to jack off in earnest.

She stirred on the bed and rolled onto her back, sprawling her legs and raising one thigh invitingly. He watched her tits rising and falling in her sleep and felt his loins beginning to pause, gather, and to poise, roiling at the point of exploding again. His hand was beating slowly but steadily, his cock growing harder and thicker at the same time. Her cunt was leaking clear fluid, her juices flowing as she dreamed of some sexual activity. One of her hands ran slowly down her body and came to rest at her clit, and delicately her forefinger and thumb began to rotate the little bud. He watched it grow and then harden under her fingertips caressing it, and then she began to hunch, gasping a little in her light slumber as she reached toward a small, sweet, dream-induced climax. He was about to come. Looking down he saw her panties and, seizing them, he wrapped them about his huge cock and began to beat again, the purple knob streaming clear sticky liquid out of the little slit on the point. He gasped and began to hunch into his fist. Then he came! He threw back his head, almost agonizing in the pleasure of it. Through slitted eyes he watched his mother's cunt quaking as she came again and again in her dream. She pulled up her legs and held them wide apart, as her hand reached deeply into her cunt and began to move in and out of the juicy hole. His sperm gouted out of his cock into the panties, filling them with the steaming semen. Finally it ceased flowing and he relaxed. Wiping himself and milking down to get all of the cum out of his cock, he tossed the panties to the floor where he had found them and then backed slowly and carefully out of the room. Mara raised up and looked at the door when she heard the latch dick. She hadn't been sleeping at all, but had heard the weak board in the floor beside the door creak as he entered the room, awaking her from her light doze. She had wondered what he would do and decided to fake sleep.

Through slitted eyes, the gleam of her eyes masked by her long lashes, she had thrilled again at the sight of his slowly gathering and growing hard-on, even though he had just finished jerking off. She had seen him cum all over the shaving mirror. Her heart had beat fast and hard as she watched it thicken and lengthen until she was now sure that her son had a thicker and longer cock than his father had ever had. It was white, with blue veins running underneath the skin; the knob was heart-shaped and huge, nearly big enough to fill a teacup. As his cock hardened and lengthened, the prepuce slowly slid back the shaft, unfolding down over the rim of his cockhead, until the entire knob was free and clear. As she watched him jerking off, his fist moving faster and faster, making his balls bounce against his nearly hairless thighs, she nearly gave her awakened state away by sprawling and opening her arms to him, taking him to her and fucking him until that hot sticky cum spurted deep inside her yearning cunt. But she had continued to fake sleep and had merely opened her legs wider so he could get a good look at her pink-lipped, juice-emitting cunt.

She had gasped lightly as he did, as he raised upon his tiptoes and wrapped her panties about his swollen rod and then groaned as his semen spurted again and again into the nylon cloth. She nearly fainted as she came lightly, three times, one right after the other, merely from watching him and delving upon her innermost feelings. Once the head of his cock jerked free from the cloth and a slug of his cum missed the panties and leaped across the space, landing upon her thigh. He never noticed, and when he was gone she slowly and carefully wiped it upon her fingers and then into her mouth, tasting it tenderly, savoring the sea-salt taste, the aftermath of passion-aroused maleness. When he had gone long enough, she rose and dressed, used the bathroom, pissing a hard, amber stream, making it splash and resound in the bowl. She knew he could hear her, for his room was through the wall, and she could often hear him moving around in his room while she was brushing her teeth, sitting on the stool, or dressing. Then she went to the kitchen and soon had a plate of eggs and bacon waiting for him and called him to breakfast. “Hi, Mom.” He came into the breakfast nook and seated himself at the table.

“Morning, son. Did you have a good night's sleep?” “Sure did, Mom.” He attacked the eggs with gusto befitting a growing boy-and he was more than a boy, she knew now, having seen the fullness of his manhood thrust out before him in his curled fist. She ached to take it in her own hand, but she knew this was wrong and it would undoubtedly frighten him. No, she had no incestuous thoughts toward her handsome young son, she told herself, while her nipples hardened as she recalled the bulging sac of his balls and the high spurt of his creamy cum as she had watched him jack off. And deep inside her cunt the juices started flowing again until she felt the crotch of her panties soaking wet. Thirty minutes later she watched him as he raced down to the island shore, clad only in his skimpy swimming trunks. His hefty bulge showed strongly, and she was aroused again as she became aware of its hugeness. She needed to be filled. She was a small woman, but her body structure was such that she was able to take a large cock with ease. Long or short, she had always been able to absorb them. One time, she loved to recall, a teacher kept her after school and showed her a huge erection, at least nine inches long, and bet her she wouldn't let him put the great, pulsing head of it into her cunt. He had fingered her before and knew that she had fucked many times. In the dimly lighted schoolroom, she had lowered herself into his lap, placed the huge knob between the slickened lips of her cunt, and settled slowly upon him, spreading easily to him, until she had all of him thrust deeply inside her hot, quaking cunt. He had come then and spurted his thick semen deep into her body, loving her as she had never been loved to that tune. Since then she knew she was built to take big cocks. Morning chores did not take long. She finished them and took a long, cool bath, then donned her most brief bikini and went to the patio to sun. She could hear Tim down at the lakeshore humming to himself. Rising once, she looked and saw him busy gathering boards. He had a hammer and some nails. He was at the eternal task of the boy near water, building his own raft to sail away to unknown adventures around the next bend. That he had a perfectly good canoe, a small flat-bottomed boat with a motor, and the family motor launch, twenty feet long and fast-this did not matter. The raft was the thing of adventure that called to every boy and Tim was no different from any other. Once, glancing at the patio where he could see his mother reclining with a towel over her eyes, he looked all around and, feeling secure, he slipped his big cock out of the leg of his bathing trunks and pissed a hissing stream at a bug rolling along the sand.

Shaking the drops off, he skinned it back and felt the tingle of enjoyable lust. He had come twice this morning already, but still he was horny. He might go behind the bushes over there in a few minutes and jerk off again. Boy, he sure could use that juicy cunt of Millie McFadden, once his next-door neighbor. He'd put it in as far as it would go and spurt right up to her navel. He put his cock away and went back to the occupation of building the raft, but some of the enthusiasm had gone out of it. His thoughts dwelt upon the sight of his mother's cunt as it had lain before him that morning. Hairy with pink lips, gaping to show darker-colored tissue, and the little hole in there. His cock would be just about right, he reasoned, for he imagined every cunt that had been the issuing portal of a child as being stretched out of all reasonable tightness. He had yet to fuck a mature woman who had had issue. He sighed. Probably would be a long time, too. His cock had swollen until his crotch was uncomfortably tight. Guessed he had better go jerk himself off again so he could be comfortable. Now and then Mara would raise her head and look for her son. He was a good swimmer but her motherly instinct caused her concern when he was around the water alone. She saw his shoulders disappear through the bushes and knew he was going into them for a minute of relief. She lay back with a sigh. If only she could get relief! She rubbed her clitoris through her bikini panties and felt the thrill race up her loins and into her body. She was horny and needed the thick, long cock of a man pushing and pulling in and out of her. She breathed deeply and squeezed her legs together at the thought. Mike had been an excellent fucker. He would make her cry with the intensity of their mutual climax. He had been a good provider, soldier for hire, employed by the leaders of those small wars in Southeast Asia, Africa, and the Middle East. He was a planner, a mapper. He worked out the war to the tiniest detail and then went out and recruited the men needed for it, men he knew personally, experts in war, as was he. And they, led by his expertise, would swing the balance of the conflict in the direction of the power paying them.

During the past sixteen years of their married life, he had made a fortune. Most of it went into gilt-edged securities, certificates of deposits, and land deals that brought in a fabulous income for them.

He had bought this little island in the middle of the Ozarks, a home in Key West, a villa in France, and a townhouse in New Rochelle. Still he went to the little wars. One last one, he said, and that was it.

Only he had been captured, taken to trial, sentenced and executed before a firing squad. The entire world watched. Every leading newspaper and news magazine wrote about him. But they never once knew he was married with a wife and son who agonized throughout it all, and had finally sought peace and healing solitude in the hidden seclusion of the Ozark estate with its island in the middle of a huge lake and the completely furnished modern cabin. Within six months all the holdings had reverted to Mara, according to the sharing instruments drawn up by Mike's lawyer. Now he rested in a grave at the highest point of the island. The U.S. government had begged for the body and had finally gotten it shipped to the States. They had worked with her closely and she had had him placed in the grave where he would have wanted to be, on his island in the middle of the lake. She sighed. A year. And All that time she had not had a man. Mike would understand that. He knew her sensuality, her need for deeply charged sex, delving her cunt to the deepest point. That she loved sex in any form and could take it in whatever way her partner wished. She squirmed as she thought of it and her breath came quickly. “Hey, Mom,”

Tim called from the beach. She raised up and waved to him. “Come on down, Mom. Let's go in awhile. I'll race you to the float.” He pointed to the small diving float bobbing on the small waves about fifty yards from the shore. “Okay. Let me get my cap.” She rose and waved to him. Going into the house she found the cap, used the bathroom, and then returned to the patio. She left the house open, for they were the only ones on the island. Once past the grassy lawn of the cabin, she trotted down the sloping path toward the beach where he waded knee-deep. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as she noticed the hugeness of the knot at his crotch. Oh, to feel a big cock like that sliding sweetly and smoothly in and out of her slick, hot cunt! It would be heavenly! “Ready, Mom?” He grinned at her, poised for the rush into the water and then the swimming dash to the float.

“You are going to get yourself beaten this time, laddie,” she said and, without answering his challenge, she dived into the water and struck out for the float. With a yell of pleasure Tim plunged after her and they raced side by side. Then Tim pulled ahead, ducking his head and reaching for his stroke until he arrived at the float a body-length before her. As she arrived and seized the edge of the float, she looked up at him, laughing, and then realized his eyes were not on her face but upon her tits. The bikini halter was tiny, just covering the nipples, and one had slipped. She glanced down to see the large nipple jutting from the cold water, reaching out an inch from her breast. Her son was looking at it, and she saw the bulge in his suit grow larger and twitch. “Hey, I'm growing out of my clothes,” she said, and moved the tiny patch of cloth over the protruding bit of excited flesh. He reached down and gave her a hand up and they sat side by side on the float. “Mom.” His voice was low and he kept his head down. She glanced and saw his crotch bulge between the white thighs twitch as life moved through it.

“What, hon?” He was silent a moment and then a deep thrill, a sexual experience, ran through her body. He raised his eyes to her, big and blue, innocent in expression and yet pleading. Reaching over he put his palm around the breast nearest him. Squeezing gently until the nipple nosed his palm, he said hoarsely, “Mom, let me see your tits! I want to see them the worst thing in the world!”

CHAPTER TWO

She shivered, and the tremor of her body, the goose-bumps on the flesh of her arms and legs, were not caused by the chill of the wind or the temperature of the water. Sexual desire raced through her and she trembled as she heard the request of the teenager beside her on the float. “Tim… Timmy…” “Please, Mom. I have never seen a grown woman's tits. I have seen some girls that had little nubs, but that wasn't anything like you.” The bulge in his crotch was so huge that the cloth protruded outward. So hard was he that the shape of the knob of his rampant cock was outlined by the cloth. She could hardly restrain herself from reaching out and encircling the mouthwatering bulge and caressing it through the fabric of his trunks. “It-it isn't right for a son and a mother to do such things,” she whispered. “Mom, I have read where mothers and sons take showers together so the son will know about a woman's body before he gets married, and the same with a daughter and her father.”

She shivered, thinking of it. How it would feel to have soft, warm water pounding down upon them, while the huge cock pressed against her belly. “That doesn't make it right, Tim,” she insisted. She had shifted toward him and the thin cloth that covered her nipples gapped again and he could see the pebbly flesh about them, and the long hardness of them thrusting upward. He turned on his side, not trying to hide his erection, and now the head of his huge cock was almost escaping above the waistband of his trunks. He grunted with the thrill that raced through him as his cock hardened more and the sexual fire raced through his body. “Please, Mom, I just gotta see them.

What would it hurt? There's no one to watch us. We're out here alone, miles and miles of trees and hills between us and anyone else. You know that.” His hand was beginning to knead her breast now. One finger hooked about the little patch of cloth and tugged downward, and his eyes bulged as the shape of her tit began to be revealed. She shook with the intensity of her feelings, and her desire to cast herself into the arms of her son. Finally, forcibly seizing control, she sat up and looked about, staring around the lake. Then she reached back of her and unhooked the bra, letting it fall forward, lying back as she did so. It was loose now, and still retaining hold of it, he gently tugged and then gasped. It slid down to her belly, and lay there, two tiny bits of cloth, her breasts were fully and completely bared to the sun and to him. He stared at them for a long, long time. Then timidly he reached up and cupped a slim hand about her left tit, squeezing it gently, rolling it in his palm, then taking the nipple in his forefinger and thumb and squeezing it gently, tugging upward, until he was holding it outward from her tit, an inch or more and as thick as a thimble. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed, feeling the thrill of a male hand manipulating her tits again after a full year without it. There was more to come, she knew-there had to be now. The reddened knob of his cock thrust above the waistband of his trunks now, and she noticed it throbbing with his excitement.

“You are so uncomfortable,” she told him gently. “Why not slip your trunks off? A young boy gets so excited when he does what you are doing.” Without further invitation, he skinned the trunks down, and his rampant cock swung out and up, slapping against his sweaty belly with a wet, snapping sound. As he returned to playing with her tits, rolling and palming them, squeezing them, tugging at the darkened, quivering nipples, she kept her eyes upon his throbbing prick and thought how it would feel slipping deep into her juicy cunt, or deep into her slurping throat. She had seen only one other cock as big as this of her young son and she recalled it now vividly. It had belonged to her Uncle Benny. One summer he had stayed at her home while he worked, saving money to go to college. He was twenty and she was just beginning to develop, and had been instructed by a girlfriend recently fucked by her brother all about how the big cock could slip way up into your body and make you almost faint as it erupted with hot, slick cum again and again. One afternoon, when all were away from the house but she and her uncle, she went to his bedroom to take some ironed shirts into him. He had taken a shower and was standing nude before his mirror, whistling softly and combing his hair. He did not see her at first, and she stood and stared, bug-eyed at the long, thick cock that swung out from his belly, half-hard, with a big, ruby head completely skinned back. Then he had seen her and turned.

She recalled nearly fainting. Her friend had not told her that it would be so huge. What she did not know then was that hugeness of cocks ran with the men in her family, and apparently Tim had inherited the equipment. Later, in a moment of play, she measured his cock, and found that her uncle had exactly eleven inches. It was as thick as her wrist and the knob was so large, it would scarcely fit into a regular teacup. He had shown all this to her later after they became regular sex partners. But this first occasion made her tremble with fear.

“Mara, you shouldn't come into rooms without knocking.” He stood and continued to comb his hair. His cock started bobbing and weaving, hardening and rising straight out from his belly. He was rapidly getting an erection from her looking at him. “I'm sorry, Uncle Benny. I had some ironing for you and I didn't know you were in here.”

She laid the things she held on the end of the bed, and then sat down upon it, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining and big as she watched the trembling of the strange rod that swayed out in front of him, and the huge balls that swung back and forth between his thighs as he moved. Benny had moved to the bed and, pushing the ironed clothes aside, sat down beside her. His thigh brushed hers and it was like fire thrusting through her. The huge thing, with its swollen head and little eye of a slit, was only inches away from her hand. She wore shorts and a halter and she felt tiny, beaded nipples press outward on her tiny titties and a looseness and wetness begin in her crotch. She moved her legs aside and apart to relieve the pressure and he noticed.

“Honey, haven't you ever seen a man's cock before?” He put his fist about it and stroked it slowly up and down. A bead of clear liquid appeared at the slit and then ran down the side of his thick cock and onto his hand. He did not notice. He was watching her face.

“No. I saw little Jimmy Thrasher's when he peed here one day. But it was tiny and not stiff like yours.” “My pee-pee,” he smiled at her, “is a man's pee-pee and it is stiff like this because it feels good. Want to feel how hard it is?” She hesitated and then put out her hand timidly. Taking it, he placed it upon the thick shaft and closed the fingers around it. “Now move your hand up and down gently.”

He showed her how, moving her hand with his. She recalled now, so many years later, the hotness, so strong and thick her fingers would not close about it, the velvety softness of the skin. And more than anything else, the steel hardness under that soft skin. “You must not tell anyone what we are doing,” he told her. “Oh, I won't, Uncle Benny. This is funny. It feels funny,” she had said. She moved her legs more comfortably apart and one of his hands drifted to her plump thigh and then down into her crotch. She started. She, herself, often played with her cunny. But this was the first time anyone had ever done this to her. After a moment of hesitation, she spread her legs for him and one of his fingers found its way under the shorts leg and began to caress her little cunt. “Let's take off your shorts,” he had told her. “If you can see me this way, and touch me, then I should be able to do the same to you.” She did not hesitate for she was fearful he would take that wonderful plaything of his away from her. And she wanted to see more of it and do more things with it.

So she lay back, reluctantly releasing her hold upon his rampant cock, and quickly skinned out of her halter and panties. Then he lay down beside her and she found his cock again with an eager hand and began to pump him. She sprawled for him and his fingers began to caress her little clit, ran up and down the hot, slick slit, and found the small hole of her vagina, as yet unpenetrated. She noticed that her uncle was beginning to breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his increased tension and lust. She felt funny with his fingers moving in and out of her little pocket there between the thicker lips of her fuzz-surrounded cunt. She began to hunch against his fingers, instinctively, having never had male fingers pushing and touching at her there before. A warm, liquid feeling was spreading through her loins that she was enjoying thoroughly.

Uncle Benny's cock was streaming with his slick, clear pre-lubricating juice. It ran down out of the tiny slit in the purple knob, and dripped over her clasping fingers. But she continued to pump him, feeling the heat and the swelling suddenly becoming greater.

“Honey… I'm going to do something in a moment,” he had gasped to her, “so don't let it scare you.” “What are you going to do?” she gasped, his fingers having found her vagina and probing into the little hole there, enlarging, stretching it. It hurt a little, but at the same time it had felt so good. “When a man gets excited like this and his cock… gets big… and a woman does what you're doing,” he had groaned, thrusting into her tight little fist, “he explodes some sticky white stuff through his cock.” “Are you about to explode?” she asked, her breath panting. She was hunching her little hips against his finger now. “Oh, God yes!” Suddenly he had grabbed her and, before she knew what was happening, he had flipped her onto her back. Then, rising above her and spreading her chubby legs, he had begun to rub the throbbing, angry-red knob of his huge cock up and down the slick lips of her cunt. The puffy outer lips had parted and he had snugged the broad knob between them, pushing until they nearly surrounded it. Then he had circled it around and around, pushing a little, but not getting up into her. He made a hot, slick nest for his cockhead and then, groaning, holding the thick cock in his fist, and the cockhead securely in the little hole of her throbbing cunt, he came. White, thick globs of cum spurted into her and then out again, having no place to go. It covered her legs and her lower belly and then it began to just seep from him, and finally stopped. He had rubbed against her for a long time, making her feel good and wanting to do it again… Mara flashed the scene of her uncle over her, his dangling balls swaying, his rampant cock weaving from side to side, as he lowered it toward her tight little ass. Her eyes never left the engorged cock of her son, as it swayed to his movements, the cock-head thoroughly skinned back and the knob dark red and obviously swelling more and more as he touched her thigh with his hand, while rolling her tit with the other. “Oh, they are so pretty, Mom,” he whispered. “And the nipple gets hard just like my cock. I want to kiss it; is that all right?” “Timmy! You must think your mother is awfully loose to let you do things like that.”

She watched his face change and tighten, his eyes gleam and his lips purse and loosen as he caressed her tits, becoming more and more aroused. “No, Mom. You are wonderful, so wonderful.” He leaned close and kissed her cheek and then her lips. She opened her mouth under his and sucked in his active tongue, pulling it in and out of her lips, trading spit, laving his cheeks and gums and roof of his mouth with her slashing tongue. He began to tremble and breathe hard, and she knew that the hot, moist activity of her tongue in his mouth was bringing him near to his climax. She slowly ceased, bringing him down slowly from the plateau of passion she had raised him to.

Without further begging, he lowered his head and began to kiss the upper slopes of her breasts, his wet lips trailing over them. She shivered at the sensations running down her spine. As he leaned slowly over her, the huge, swollen knob of his cock trailed along her side, hot and slick, oozing his fuck-juice. She wanted to reach down and touch it, seize the huge staff and begin to pump it. But at this moment, at least, she was unable to bring herself to it. One of his hands reached down and caressed her belly just where the heavy bush of her pubic hair began and then slid down slowly, to caress the puffed outer lips. She started and quickly removed his hand. He groaned with disappointment and then his lips closed over the nipple on her left breast. He sucked on it, drawing the erect knob of flesh between his lips and tugging gently upon it. His breath was so hot with lust that it burned. He pushed the nipple back into the breast flesh, and then slowly, excruciatingly sucked it out again and into his mouth. She felt her liquids gush into her cunt and knew that if she were to feel, she would be able to find herself dripping wet.

Now he was lapping and sucking her tits in earnest, first one and then the other, while his hands caressed her sides, cupped her tits and pulled them upward to his lips, smoothed her belly and tried again to finger her cunt. “Oh, Timmy, don't do that, please.”

“But, Mom, it makes me feel so good to touch you. I almost come, just feeling the outside of it.” She twisted away from him. “I let you touch my breasts and kiss them. That was what you asked to do.

But every time I let you do one thing, you do another, or try to. You aren't being fair.” “All right, Mother.” He was so contrite and his huge prick, against his slim body, seemed so out of proportion that she felt sorry for him momentarily. And then she felt his lips on her nipple again and his hand caressing the other one, and she knew that her sympathy was wasted. He didn't want to be sympathized with-he wanted to fuck, there was no doubt about that. And so did she. But with her own son? Her desires were nearly erupting and she noticed as she relaxed under his sucking, caressing lips again, that his fuck-juice was actually streaming out of the gaping slit in the head of his cock. Without thinking, she reached over and took the shaft in her hand. He moaned in pleasure and twisted about more so she could reach him better, but never leaving off his sucking of her delicious tits. Her nipples were bright red from his lapping and sucking, and her tits had swollen in passion until they stood out from her chest like small melons. Her fingers wrapped themselves about his hot cock and she sighed. How good it felt! It had been over a year now since she had felt the huge, steel-hard, yet velvety softness of a man's rampant cock in her fist. She eased her hand up and played about the underpart of the rim and the cockhead with her thumb, in the sensitive part where the nerves are close to the surface. His balls rolled forward and nudged her fist and she rubbed them with her other hand, feeling their fullness and knowing a pride that her son was a man, well hung with balls and cock. Slowly she began to pump her hand up and down the long, thick shaft of his prick, feeling his belly shake with his excitement, and his lips suck harder and his tongue lap at the nipple. She could sense his excitement. His mother was jacking him off! And she was no less excited. For it felt so good, to have the fullness of a man's prick again in her fist. How many, many times she had dreamed of this during the past year. Mike had not minded her masturbating him. She liked to jerk men off. She would watch the expression of their faces, their grimaces, and feel the surging of their bodies under the manipulation of her hand. She had begun this early with her young Uncle Benny, and had loved doing it ever since.

In high school she had jerked off every boy she dated on at least the second date, and then let him fuck her on the third. But now and then, just for the pure enjoyment of it, she would not let him fuck her until she had shucked him down, and had jacked him off and let his first cum of the evening spurt out into her hankie or onto the ground, or now and then, between her tits or on her belly. Then she would strip him down and play with him, sucking the slowly stiffening cock until he stood rampant again, and then lower herself under him and let him pound the swollen, streaming rod deep in and out of her equally steaming cunt. The feel of the hot cum spurting into her fist, the sensation of feeling the pulsing of the big vein on the underside of the cock, and the balls tightening up to cuddle against her hand as they worked to bring the hot cum-juice squirting out of the throbbing cock, always sent her, and made her more than ready for tine invasion of an eight-inch rod deep into her guts. One thing the boys could always say about Mara, she gave as good as she got. She was a real “fellow” when it came to fucking, and no boy or man ever left her up-tight and unfucked or at least unjerked-off. She was not a tease in any sense of the word. She gently pushed him over on his back.

For a long moment she considered straddling the slim body, thrusting the huge, slick cock into her cunt-hole and fucking him until she was exhausted and be drained. Then she resisted the impulse and settled down beside him, her hand moving slowly and expertly, from the tip of the cockhead down to the base of his beautifully shaped prick. She was breathing heavily with her passion and wanted to get her fingers into her cunt and rub her clit until she exploded. But she held back and concentrated upon bringing her son to his climax. Tim was groaning with his passion, his hips hunching up and down, moving his thick cock through her slick fist, using it as a tight cunt. He did not know how it felt to fuck a mature woman. But he knew what it was to have a hand job done on him. That had been done many, many times. Seemed like the girls liked to play with his cock and some of them sucked it until he spurted his thick globs of cum right onto their bellies, or spewed it up into their breast-valleys or even onto their faces. He recognized, however, that he was being jerked-off by an expert. His mother's small hand was steadily bringing him along.

He could feel his cum rolling and pausing, poising to squirt out through his cock-slit in a moment or two. He held back, quivering under the extreme pleasure and joy of the sensation and closed his eyes, moaning in his approaching moment. Mara knew he was near and decided to let him go on. He was completely absorbed in her manipulation of his cock now, and was not playing with her tits. She moved her free hand under his ass and he raised up for her. Fingering the crack of his buttocks, she found the puckered little hole of his anus and wormed her finger around and around until she had inserted it up to the knuckle. He gasped and then she began to jack his cock in earnest, running her fist up and down the quaking shaft quickly, making a liquid sound as her fist reached his belly, slapped against his sweaty pubic area, and then flashed up the stem again to reach the very top. She was causing him great pleasure and he grunted with it, fucking into her fist with heavy hunching of his hips. He was straining to hold back, to exact every ounce from the activity of his body, the thrill of having his mother's hand bring him to a roaring climax, and the deep, straining pleasure of his cum gathering and readying itself to spurt out into the world. “Oh… Oh gawd, Mom… I'm-I'm-going to… I am coming, coming… OOOoooh, there it is now!” He thrust up into her fist and held there, his body arched and quivering. She thrilled and gasped and then suddenly spread her legs widely, knowing he would not notice her, so absorbed was he in his own great, body-shaking pleasure. With her free hand she grabbed her clit and began to rub it, finger-fucking herself furiously, as she hand-jobbed her son. Then she felt his penis swell, become steel-hard and then throb, as a gigantic curd of cum burst from the hole in the head of his penis and arced at least four feet in the air above the float. She gasped in excitement and maintained her grip upon him.

His penis throbbed again and another huge glob spurted, not as high this time, and then his body mechanisms took over and he hunched and groaned until his body was a mess of poured-out cum, white and creamy, hot and sticky, and had run down his shaft and covered her fist.

Finally it was over, and he sighed and sank back. She tenderly milked his cock until every last bit of his cum was out of his cock-stem. She cleaned her hands in the lake water and then, wetting his shorts, she wiped him and his penis clean. Patting it, she let go of it, seeing it fall flaccid across his thigh, red and used-looking, now depleted until he was able to get her fingers into her cunt and rub her clit until she exploded. But she held back and concentrated upon bringing her son to his climax. Tim was groaning with his passion, his hips hunching up and down, moving his thick cock through her slick fist, using it as a tight cunt. He did not know how it felt to fuck a mature woman. But he knew what it was to have a hand job done on him. That had been done many, many times. Seemed like the girls liked to play with his cock and some of them sucked it until he spurted his thick globs of cum right onto their bellies, or spewed it up into their breast-valleys or even onto their faces. He recognized, however, that he was being jerked-off by an expert. His mother's small hand was steadily bringing him along. He could feel his cum robing and pausing, poising to squirt out through his cock-slit in a moment or two. He held back, quivering under the extreme pleasure and joy of the sensation and closed his eyes, moaning in his approaching moment.

Mara knew he was near and decided to let him go on. He was completely absorbed in her manipulation of his cock now, and was not playing with her tits. She moved her free hand under his ass and he raised up for her. Fingering the crack of his buttocks, she found the puckered little hole of his anus and wormed her finger around and around until she had inserted it up to the knuckle. He gasped and then she began to jack his cock in earnest, running her fist up and down the quaking shaft quickly, making a liquid sound as her fist reached his belly, slapped against his sweaty pubic area, and then flashed up the stem again to reach the very top. She was causing him great pleasure and he grunted with it, fucking into her fist with heavy hunching of his hips. He was straining to hold back, to exact every ounce from the activity of his body, the thrill of having his mother's hand bring him to a roaring climax, and the deep, straining pleasure of his cum garnering and readying itself to spurt out into the world. “Oh… Oh gawd, Mom… I'm-I'm-going to… I am coming, coming… OOOoooh, there it is now!” He thrust up into her fist and held there, his body arched and quivering. She thrilled and gasped and then suddenly spread her legs widely, knowing he would not notice her, so absorbed was he in his own great, body-shaking pleasure. With her free hand she grabbed her clit and began to rub it, finger-fucking herself furiously, as she hand-jobbed her son. Then she felt his penis swell, become steel-hard and then throb, as a gigantic curd of cum burst from the hole in the head of his penis and arced at least four feet in the air above the float. She gasped in excitement and maintained her grip upon him. His penis throbbed again and another huge glob spurted, not as high this time, and then his body mechanisms took over and he hunched and groaned until his body was a mess of poured-out cum, white and creamy, hot and sticky, and had run down his shaft and covered her fist. Finally it was over, and he sighed and sank back. She tenderly milked his cock until every last bit of his cum was out of his cock-stem. She cleaned her hands in the lake water and then, wetting his shorts, she wiped him and his penis clean. Patting it, she let go of it, seeing it fall flaccid across his thigh, red and used-looking, now depleted until he was able to get it up again. She really did not doubt that in a few minutes he could have it rearing again. “Oh, Mom,” he whispered, touching her tit nearest him, seeing it still reared and hard. “You never got any enjoyment out of it, and here I am glowing with it.” She lay back beside him, her fingertips barely touching the head of his cock.

“Timmy, we must never do this again. I did it for you because I knew you were so wrought up. But this is all. Mothers and sons are not supposed to act like this, it isn't right.” But as she talked to him, her fingers were rubbing the sensitive head of his cock, causing it to swell and stir, and before she was finished saying what she wanted to convey to him, he had a half hard-on, swaying and bobbing above his belly. “Let's do it again, Mom,” he whispered. “Or at least let me finger you off. You are needing it, I can tell.” Her heart was beating hard within her chest wall. “Oh, Timmy, you are so bad. Is sex all you think about?” But her hand was resting on his thigh and then slid over and began to cuddle and palm his huge balls, making him squirm with pleasure, and the egg-sized balls roll gently around in the hairy, sensitive sac. Without answering her, he slid his hand from her tit down to her cunt hair and ran a finger down the puffed lips between her legs. Moaning a bit, she put her forearm over her eyes and gently spread her legs. He scooted down closer so he could see what he was doing and have a good look, for the first time in his life, at a maturely developed cunt. As she spread her legs, the puffed, reddened outer lips, the labia, gaped and he could see the tender, pink flesh further in, and the smaller hole. He saw the clitoris strutting above the upper fold of her cunt-lips and touched it, making her hunch into his hand. He touched it again, and then began to caress it, massaging it slowly, causing it to quiver and jerk. His mother gasped and hunched again, murmuring, “Oh yes, there… there!” Her cunt was putting out a large amount of juice now, slick and clear and hot, and he mixed his fingers into it, and then rubbed it slowly up and down the widened slit of her cunt, making her gasp with pleasure and make fucking movements against his hand.

She moaned and clutched at his shoulders and then fell into a long, grinding, pleasure-colored climax. “Oh… Timmy… I'm… Fm…

Coommmmingg!” she screamed faintly. Her body heaved against his hand, which was continuing to dip into her hot, slick cunt and shove in and out in a fucking motion, feeling to her almost like a huge cock pushing and pulling in and out of her. “Oh, Tim… coming again… OOOoooeee, it feels good!” She squirmed and pushed against his hand until all of the little pulses were spent and she relaxed limp and almost fainting on the platform of the float.

CHAPTER THREE

After resting on the float for several minutes, Tim rose and, smiling at his mother, slipped into the water.

“Thanks, Mom.” He grinned. “Like it says in the ad, I needed that. And you know what?” His face became serious. She rolled over and looked at him, covering her breasts with a forearm, suddenly shy with him, now that the episode was completed. Why had she done it? she wondered. She was not an incestuous person. She had never thought of having sexual intercourse with her son before this morning. At least not consciously. “What do I know?” She reached out and tweaked his nose. He ducked, slid under the water and came up sputtering. “You need more than just a finger job, Mom. I can tell. You need-” He hesitated to say the word to his mom, but then boldly continued, “You need to have a big cock slipped in and out of you until you come. Then you wouldn't be so nervous and restless.”

“Oh, Timmy. Of course you are right. But we mustn't get ourselves all worked up again. We must not do anything like that again.” He grinned at her and then, turning in the water, he thrashed away to the shore and climbed to the beach where he had been working before she had come down to the lake with him. She sighed and watched him, desire growing hugely between her legs again. God, how right he was. She needed to be fucked by a huge cock, ramming in and out of her, making her come again and again. Finally she rose and, diving into the lake, swam to the shore and went into the house to shower and begin the noon meal for them. It was a long tune until her sexual appetites quieted and she could go about her household chores without wanting to scream out for a man. Two days went by without either of them mentioning the episode on the lake float. Tim and she lay on the patio during the first evening and watched a portable television, laughing together over the antics of a popular comic character. She noticed that he was more relaxed about her and that when they were near each other he always had a half hard-on bulging his shorts. She suspected that he had ceased wearing underwear shorts so his erection might be more noticeable. That first evening he went to the shower before bedtime and walked boldly into her bedroom and stood leaning against the doorframe, completely nude. She heard him and turned, gasping at the sight of him. His huge young cock, jerked-off and played with during the day, was now wanting again. He stood, hip-shot, one shoulder against the door, and his cock hung, half-erect, out from his body, already seven inches or so, and thick, moving a little as blood stirred and filled its veins. It was so beautiful she wanted to kneel before it and suck the dark pink knob into her mouth and siphon his spurting cum deep into her stomach.

“Mom,” he had said, “are we going to stay here all summer?”

She had flushed and was not paying too much attention to him, her eyes on the slowly growing cock, flaring, skinning back at the knob, the big balls swinging gently between his white thighs. “Huh?

What did you say, Tim?” Then she continued before he could tell her, “Please get some clothes on, someone… might come in.” “Okay, Mom. But are we going to stay here all summer?” He walked into the kitchen, his big cock swinging and bobbing before him. She stood watching him, a fire beginning to burn between her legs again.

“Yes, son. All summer, until it is time to get you in school again. I think it will be best for both of us to work out our problems here, rather than in the city among so many people.” “Oh, boy!

Then, we can have sex together… like we did on the float? And,” he pleaded, his hand now grasping his cock and slowly skinning the foreskin back over the swelling, purple-pinkish head, “maybe some other kind of sex, too?” She sat down abruptly in a chair and he came and stood before her, his cock fully erect now, the knob reaching up to his belly button. Her hand drifted out and her fingers curled around the stem. Slowly she began to masturbate him. Then, her eyes vacant and longing, she bent forward, forming her mouth into a beautiful O, and placing it directly over the slit that was leaking clear, slick lubricant. She kissed it tenderly, and then raised up, and the fluid, clinging to her red lips, looped out from his cock to her mouth, in a long, shining string. She shuddered and then wiped her mouth. “Tim, we must talk about this,” she told him, “talk about it in depth. I will cab you for the talk when I am ready. Now.”

She rose briskly and slapped his cock playfully, making it quiver and swing. “You go get your shower and get ready for bed.” He grimaced and then left, slowly allowing his cock to soften and lose its hardness. Later, in bed, he turned on his light, and taking a box of sex pictures from his side-table drawer, he read and looked at the pictures until he was hard again and then slowly jacked-off, letting the cum spurt up high on his body and cover his hand as it slowed in its flowing from his prick. The following day she spent on the mainland in a small town close by, shopping for groceries and other needed items. It was not much consolation to her to have men ogle her as she walked by, her neat ass tic-tocing in her tight slacks. Looks didn't make one twitch and scream with the joy of climax. But she did appreciate that she could still draw their attention. She returned in the middle of the afternoon and found Tim building his raft again, the first efforts having come to disaster when he tried to launch it. He waved to her and turned back to his work. She put the purchases away and, in her swimsuit, went down to the lake and swam for a half-hour, wondering all the time why they did not swim in the nude, since there was no one around to see them. The thought was pleasing and she decided that from now on they would try it.

Supper was rather late, after the darkness was nearly complete.

Tim talked about a TV show he had seen that afternoon, and a fish in a nearby brook which he was sure he could catch. Seeing that he was calm, and that his mind was not on sex at this time, she decided that it would be a good evening to talk to him about their sexual problem.

He went to his room about ten o'clock to listen to his records, and she bathed and, putting on a nightgown and a heavy robe over it that could not be seen through, she went to his door, pecked on the frame and opened it. “Anyone home?” she called and smiled at him. His music was blasting out and he sensed her presence rather than seeing her. Turning, he saw her then, and turned the music down. He was dressed in only the pants of a shortie pajama suit. “I thought this would be a nice time for us to have our talk,” she said and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Sure, Mom. I wondered when we'd have it.” He turned his music very low, and coming over, sat down, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He sprawled on the bed and she saw the bulge, then, of his huge cock, pressing against the front of his pajama pants, and could see the ridge of the knob through the thin material. In fact, the pulsing of the blood through the veins of the large, thick rod could be discerned. He was slowly getting an erection just with her being close to him. “Timmy, I should not have… used my hand on you the other day. This is not the kind of relationship that a parent should have toward a growing son.”

“But, Mom, you helped me out, so much. I have been jerked off by a girl once in awhile at school, or on a quickie date, sitting in a car, but you did it the best I ever experienced. It must have been nearly like having a good fuck.” He rubbed his hand down across his cock and he bulged out further. She trembled at the urge to reach over and take it in her hand. “Son, I know you were relieved. That is only natural. And I know you wanted me to do it for you, which is also natural. But it just is not right. It may… make our relationship more difficult in the future.” “Aw, Mom. I will always love you.”

He twisted around and, reaching down, unbuttoned the fly to his shortie pants and slowly took his huge, erecting cock out, allowing it to swing free. It was red with the pressure of the cloth and, as it bobbed up, the foreskin jerked back down across the cockhead, clearing the pinkish-purple knob. The slit immediately began to emit a dribble of clear, slick liquid. He closed his fist about it and looked at her, a yearning deep in his eyes. “Tim… put it away, please.” She shuddered with desire and felt a thick gush of fuck-juice race down her tubes and bathe her cunt. “I need it again, Mother! Please.

Just one more time. In fact,” his face colored, “I read about how it feels so good to have someone suck your prick until you come. Do you know how to do that?” She stared at him. The thought of loving him by mouth had occurred to her, but the actuality of it had not struck her. She licked her lips and looked at the throbbing, swollen cockhead, almost tasting it in her imagination. “You mean… perform fellatio on you?' “Is that what it's called? All I know is giving head or sucking off,” he told her, his hand reaching out to tease her breast again. Her nipple strutted and he palmed it gently, rolling it, making it spike in its excitement. “Yes, I know how to do it,” she answered him softly, her eyes watching his hand curl about his cock and stroke it absently, his hips hunching into his fist, at the feel of his stroke. “Would you do it to me?” “Tim…” She drew a long, shuddering breath, then nodded.

“All right, so you can have the experience of it. But we must not continue to do these things,” she added. “Mom,” he whispered.

“What?” She reached out and began to caress him, running her hand up and down the full length. “How long is your cock, Timmy?” she asked him. “Jenny Harris measured it one day last month and it was just exactly eight and a half inches long. That's pretty long, huh, Mom? Was Dad as big as me?” She nodded. “That is very large, son. Your father was smaller. Yours is longer and at least an inch thicker around. It is very large. There are some women who cannot take that big a one.” “Can you, Mom?” His eyes were eager, as she pumped him slowly. She nodded. “Yes. I can take it, if I wanted to. Your father was big-not as big as you, but large.” “Did you suck him sometimes?” he asked. She nodded, her eyes not meeting his. She wanted to suck this massive cock of her son. Why not? Who would ever know? “Will you… will you do it for me?” She did not answer, but ran her hand into his shorts and brought out his large balls and caressed them, feeling them move and slither in the hairy sac. Without speaking, she gently pushed him down onto the bed.

Reaching up, she pulled his shortie pajamas off his hips and he kicked them away. She moved his white thighs apart and knelt between them.

“You undress, too, Mom. Please,” he pleaded. Still without answering, she quickly stripped and knelt between his legs, her hands going to his balls and cock. Her large, rounded tits, firm and supporting large, upward-thrusting nipples, big and excited by her play, trembled with her movements. Her belly was flat and her bush came nearly to her navel. It whorled down to her thighs and under; through it the pink lips of her labia glowed, dewy now with her excitement. Was it evil, what she was doing? Was it less pernicious to jack him off, or suck him off, than to let him mount her and fill her with this massive instrument of love? She shuddered in anticipation of what she knew she was going to do. She often came as she sucked a prick, with only the excitement and feel of the cock in her mouth, with nothing touching her cunt. She sighed. It was no use pretending. She had to do it. “Timmy, I want to let you fuck me,” she whispered, “but… I'm still afraid. Let me work up to it, if I do it at all. Right now, let me satisfy you the way you asked me… by mouth.” Her words stung his ears. His breath raced and he could hardly believe it. His cock hardened like steel in her hands and a stream of white pre-cum squirted out of the little slit. “Go on, Mom,” he whispered. He lay back and closed his eyes. She nestled herself closer into the fork of his thighs and stroked his full sac with her fingers, easing them with her touch, making him squirm a bit, as she palmed them and squeezed them gently. Then she came fully to her knees and was directly above the massive cock as she held it upright in her fist. She stared down upon it and still could hardly believe that this huge rod was attached to a teen-aged boy-especially her son. She licked her lips and shuddered again in anticipation of what she was going to do and noticed the quickened breathing, the stirring belly of the boy. Lowering her head, she opened her lips and placed them directly over the point of the cockhead, over the slit, taking gently with her hot tongue. The secretion came off onto her tongue and she rolled it about in her mouth, savoring the taste, the wonderful, salt-sea taste of a man's cock. She licked in a circle about the head, rimming it, laving it… again… again, lingeringly, gradually spreading her lips over the entire surface of it. Then, drawing a deep, trembling breath, she opened her mouth widely, guarding her teeth with her lips and tongue, and took the entire bulb into her cavity, loving the soft, hot feel of it, the seeping of the liquid from it, and the knowledge that she was once again sucking the exciting cock of a virile male. Tim groaned and thrust upward. She gagged and immediately pressed down upon his stomach. He got the message and held himself immobile as she lapped at the head in her mouth-cavity, suckled upon it, the sides of her cheeks rubbing it and hollowing as she did so. Then easily and gently she lowered her head, taking in about three inches of the massive cock, until the knob was pressing against the back of her throat. Mara Fletcher was an experienced cock-sucker. She loved to do it and had experimented on her dates early, and later her husband, until she was “deep-throating” long before Linda L. brought it all to the movies. She took in a deep breath through her nostrils and, swirling her tongue-tip around the sensitive triangle underneath the knob, she was rewarded by feeling the tightening of Tim's belly muscles as he reacted to the pleasure shock, and a grunt of ecstasy.

She shivered with joy at making him flinch with the pleasure, and suckled more fervently. Abandoning all backwardness in sucking the wonderful steel-hard cock of her son, she immersed herself in the act. As she became more and more wrought up in her actions, she became more and more passionate. Experienced in the ways of bringing extreme pleasure to her male partner, she could read his reactions, his little moans of joy, his movements to combinations of sensations racing throughout his entire system. Deeper and deeper she took his big glans to the back of her throat, with five inches of the massive joy-rod disappearing into her mouth and throat as she moved expertly up and down the shaft. Her spit and his cock-juice combined to make a foam that showed on his stem and made a rime about her lips. Her eyes closed, she was immersed in the personal joy of sucking the magnificent cock. Her tits hung across his belly, rubbing, rubbing, dangling and touching, the nipples thimble-large and tingling with pleasure. Mara was enthralled in her act. To her sucking was far more intimate than any other of the sexual activities. She was almost an artist, as she played upon the rigid, pulsing, hot organ of her son. She felt that Tim was getting close to his explosion. She shifted along his body, until she was lying with her head toward his feet and her belly near his head. He reached over and delicately licked her navel and she shivered and moaned around the huge mouthful of cock she was sucking. Now she was lying so that she could eventually take more of the incredible length of his prick into her throat. He was longer than any she had ever tried to deep-throat, and thicker. But she wanted to try. Her loins tingled and she knew that she was streaming with her slick, hot liquids of sex. Crouching beside him, her throat constricting and moving, she slowly swallowed two more inches of the cock. She could feel the throbbing of the blood in the veins, the slick, hot seepage of the liquid from the slit, and feel the tremor of his body, as he strained to keep from hunching his massive instrument into her throat. He was panting and moaning and she knew from the gradual swelling and further elongation of his cock that he was nearing his crisis. She slowly released her grip on the rest of his cock, having now at least six or seven inches in her mouth and throat. With only two more to go, she was able to see his huge balls in the hairy sac right before her eyes. Her nose was touching the hair now and in another minute she would have her nose against his balls. She sucked as she let the rod slip down her throat, past the uvula. The gag reflex stirred but she conquered it. “Oh…

Mom… oh, God… Mom…” Tim whined, his belly sucking in and his balls pulling up tightly against the thickness of his stem. They nudged against her face and she loved the smell of them, sweaty, sexy, manly scent. Her jaw hurt and ached from being wide open for so long.

Only two more inches! She felt his cock pass the back of her throat and into her esophagus, pointing the way to her stomach. If it were six inches longer it would be there. She siphoned, breathing through her nose. He was moaning and beginning to fuck her face in little strokes, driving the cock further and further. Then it was there! She nearly spasmed with the thought. More than eight inches of hard, throbbing male prick was in her mouth and throat and he was at the point of coming. She gave a long, hard suck at it and then slowly, carefully eased her mouth back until the massive cock was out of her throat and she was suckling the knob again. He gasped and his prick constricted and jerked. Mara thrust down and took all of it in one giant swallow, and at that moment the dam burst and he began to come! His huge cock swelled to impossible limits, constricted by the confines of her throat, and then jerked and spat a stream of semen into her stomach. He drew back and thrust and she was forced to retreat from his action, for he was choking her, the great stream of cum filling her throat and her mouth. She swallowed spasmodically and again, and then her mouth was cleared and, as the last spurts of cum were jetted into her mouth, she sucked at the moments of ejaculation and drew them from the hot tube, making the boy squirm and moan with the feeling. Timmy was shouting in an agony of pleasure, moaning and muttering, then keening again, as his balls seemed to be drawn through his cock by the sucking, laving, loving mouth of this woman, his mother! Then, all too quickly, it was over. The spurts of his manhood eased down to a flow and then a final surge, and it was all out of him for the time being. She eased back gently and suckled upon the shiny glans, taking the final drops of his semen, tasting the wonderful, slightly salty, slightly raw flavor of his cum. He lay breathing deeply, drained and weak. She cuddled down beside him and, cradling his cock in her hand, caressing his balls with the other, they both dozed off in a sweet, light sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

When Tim awoke the next morning, his mother was gone from his bed. But he vividly relived the sensation of her hot, loving mouth sucking his prick, and he stretched and erected immediately. Caressing himself until he was stone-hard, he wondered how he would ever get her into his bed again. But he need not to have worried about it. Mara had made up her mind about it all. If it had to be, then it had to be, and thrown together as they were, what had happened and what was going to happen in the future was the natural consequence. She had given in, and knew that one day soon, one night before long, she would feel that gigantic cock of her son reaming her cunt to the core. She shuddered as she took her morning shower and washed away the dried cum from her thighs where he had spurted in the night. She had been awakened by his probing, still asleep and dreaming-trying to get his huge cockhead into her anus. She had reached back and moved the shaft between her legs and let him hunch until he moaned and came, smearing her thighs. She had come with him and, asleep in a moment, dreamed of him fucking her. Tim spent the morning swimming, came back for lunch, and afterwards went out upon the beach and lay there, nude, taking the sun. His body was getting as brown as that of an Indian. From the cottage window, she saw that he was semi-erect, thinking and dreaming, she decided, of the night's sexual adventure with her. She shivered at the thought and remembrance of the feeling of his great organ in her mouth and throat, and felt her cunt quake with the desire to envelope all of his cock in hot, liquid depths. Why not? she thought. Why not right now? On the beach in the open, with the blue skies above and the lake lapping musically at their feet. What better way to enjoy the sensation of love in the extreme? Rapidly she made her decision and, stripping off nude, she walked slowly down to him, carrying a short towel draped casually about her shoulders. Her large, full tits bounced gently as she walked. The nipples were lengthening and darkening as she approached him, for the thought of what was about to transpire made her entire body tingle. “Hi, honey.” She stood above him, shading his eyes with her shadow. He opened them and then widened them at the sight of the naked woman, her legs slightly parted, standing over him, her cunt gaping slightly with a moisture gathering upon the darkened lips. “Hi, Mom. Gee, you look great. Going swimming?” She dropped down beside him and laid the towel over her lap, covering the bush and the quivering, desiring cunt beneath it. “Not right now, honey. Just wanted to join you, if you don't mind.” “Golly, I don't mind, Mom.” He grinned at her and, taking hold of his cock, he moved his hand up and down slowly, causing the organ to swell and strip back the foreskin. The dark-pink head bared itself, glistening in the sun, moist and full. She immediately recalled the taste of it upon her palate. “Mom, I sure did like what we did last night,” he said, slowly stroking his cock, his eyes upon her tits and the strutting nipples. “Timmy, you mustn't think about sex all the time,” she admonished, but her eyes never left the magnificent prick as she spoke. He was so thick and long, so smooth and silky-hard under the white skin. And the balls were wonderful to tease, making them move mysteriously in the hairy sac between his thighs. “Aw, Mom.

Boys think of sex all the time. Don't girls?' “No, they don't,” she told him. “They think of boys a lot, but not always of having sex with them.” “They don't know what they're missing.” He grinned.

He was beginning to move his hips a little, fucking his fist, the clear, sticky lubrication running down upon his fist. “Mom, have you ever been screwed in… in the ass?” he asked abruptly. His face reddened, and she smiled to herself. He was still a boy, embarrassed at certain words and phrases before his mother. “Yes, Timmy, I have. Why?” “Does it feel as good as being fucked in the… right place?” “Fucked in the cunt, Tim, that was what you wanted to say.” She smiled at him, and one of her hands caressed her tit, making the breast swell and the nipple quiver in the hot sun. “Yes, I have been fucked in the ass, Tim. It doesn't always feel as good as when it is done the other way. But if you like sex, then it is all right.”

“Doesn't it hurt? After all, the asshole isn't as big as your… cunt.” He hesitated in saying the word to her. “Sometimes, if the man is too quick, and pushes too fast, then it can hurt. But if he is easy and takes his time until the head of his cock is through the first muscles of the anus, then it will be all right.” He lay back, still stroking his huge cock. She reached over and took his hand away and took over the masturbation job herself. “Timmy… you loved what I did for you last night?” He nodded, his eyes shut, concentrating upon what she was doing. “Sure did.' She was silent a moment, then took his hand and placed it upon her cunt, spreading her legs and letting his fingers find their way to the juicy nest there. He fingered her and then took her clit between thumb and forefinger and caressed it until it stood erect, quivering in its need. “Timmy… have you ever… given a girl head?”

“What-oh, no. No, I never have.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Why?” She had her face turned from him, her hand moving slowly and steadily up and down his swollen, throbbing shaft. She was trembling with her want. “Mom… do you want me to love you with… my mouth?” She nodded, her face still turned. He removed her hand from him gently and sat up. “I will. I have wanted to do that for a long time. But you'll have to help me.” She finally turned to Mm and he saw the desire on her features, her eyes wide and dilated. Slowly she lay back and spread her thighs. “Begin with my breasts, honey. Kiss them and then work downward. When you get there I will tell you what to do.” He nodded and, lying beside her, his huge hard cock nudging her side, he lowered his mouth to her tits and licked and kissed first one and then the other. Slowly her passion built. Her breath came heavily and she moaned in her throat. She caressed his head and ran her hand down his back, stroking his sun-hot skin. Her hips slowly rotated, seductively hunching into the sand and against his side. He sucked her nipples until they stood reddened and above, thrusting out from the body of the tits. Then he began to lick and lap his way down her body, past her deep belly button to the fringe of her bush. “Now, honey,” she breathed, raising her knees and flexing them, then spreading her thighs widely, opening herself fully to him, “just run your tongue down the fold of my slit. There you will find, at the upper part, a stiff little man. He is standing out just like your beautiful cock is poking my thigh. Put your lips about it and suck it, just like you are sucking my nipples.” He hesitated momentarily, breathing in the aroma of woman, the ripe scent of cunt, urine and sweat, mingled with a perfume she had stroked upon her bush at the time of her bath. It was the most exciting odor he had ever experienced and it thrilled him to his core. She was breathing deeply and her hips rotated in a slow, thrilling rhythm, hunching gently up at his face. His eyes and nose were close to the dewy slit, the lips slightly opened to him. He lowered his face and his tongue touched the upper part of her cunt. “OOOOHHHhhhh, Timmy! You are doing it just right,” she crooned and, reaching down, she placed both hands on his head and guided him down a little more.

“There, right there.” And he saw it then. A little pink knot, surrounded by a fold of pink flesh. It throbbed visibly before his eyes. He laved it with his tongue, licking it rapidly and then slowly, until she was moaning with pleasure. He began to get the knack of it. The long stroke of the tongue up the slit, ending with the clit, and then back again. Pause long enough to thrust as deeply as possible into the darkness of her love-tunnel. Rub the sides with your tongue, lap and wiggle it, and then draw it out slowly, savoring the heat and the slickness and the wet, and then up to tease the “little man” again. His head was nodding in an ancient rhythm, his hands clasped under her, clutching the firm globes of her ass. She widened to him and held his head to her hot, steaming cunt, hunching now against his young tongue. God, it was so good! She moaned and threw back her head, her eyes closed, her hips thrusting and retreating. And then it was there. A toe-curling, belly-sagging, breath-stopping climax! She quivered and whimpered, her hands caressing his face, her hips hunching and twisting, and an unearthly keening coming from her throat. Another huge surge of feeling and she grunted and moaned, thrusting her cunt upward, mashing his face between the liquid-leaking folds of her vagina. He was licking and thrusting his tongue in and out like a small penis, and she was coming again and again. His face was smeared with her cunt-juice, slick, hot and salty-tasting. He loved it. As she came, he held her hips close and, placing his lips about the upthrusting form of her clit, he sucked on it rapidly, as he would suck and tug on a turgid nipple. She gasped and held his ears, moving his head back and forth, making her loins tingle and making her rise to her peak again, coming and coming, until she finally pushed his face away from her, closed her streaming thighs, and rolled over on her side. “God, Timmy… you're killing me! I'm so weak now,” she whispered, “that I couldn't walk from here to the patio.” He stretched out beside her, her back to him, spoon-fashioned. Seizing his rampant cock, he began to massage it again. “Mom,” he said, his voice trembling, “will you let me fuck you in the ass?” She sighed and turned over toward him. Pulling his head to her shoulder, she caressed his face and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. “My little boy wants to experience sex in every way imaginable. All right. Let me rest for an hour, for you took all my energy. Then we'll see how we can do, all right?” He nodded, looking down at his turgid cock, the head flared in passion and silvery-clear liquid oozing from the gaping slit. “I sure want to come, though. An hour is an awful long time.” She smiled at him and reaching down patted his cock. “He can use a rest. We've been making him work a lot the past two or three days. Let's wait the hour and then you'll come all the harder.” This was difficult for Tim, but he grumblingly agreed. He rose and walked slowly to the lake and then, wading in, he swam slowly and lazily out to the float, clambered aboard it, stretched out, and soon was dozing in the warm sun.

Mara stretched out in the sand and did the same. She dreamed as she dozed of a strong man who would come into her life and thrill her with his needs, fucking her until she was hardly able to walk. Again and again the scene played upon the screens of her dreaming subconsciousness and she writhed and twisted under its impact, her hand delving into the slick cavern of her cunt, rubbing her clit and making her come again and again. She woke and lazed through another half-hour. Then, hungrily, she rose and showered and, going into the kitchen, made and set out a plate of sandwiches, poured milk for Tim and coffee for herself. Going to the door, she called to him.

The boy rose and stood on the float, tall and angular. His huge cock, half-hard with some dream, swayed and bobbed before him, out of proportion to his young body. “Boy body,” she murmured, watching and yearning with the core of her being to have that beautiful instrument streaming in and out of her cunt. “Man cock. What a joy that is going to be to some woman later.” She smiled ruefully to herself and shook her head. Too bad she couldn't just isolate him and keep him with her until the fires of her passions ceased in her old age. He came in famished and they sat, nude and unembarrassed now, eating and chattering about things that they had not talked about for some time. Their station wagon parked on the mainland, his bicycles in the home garage needing repair, her plans for their evening meal. And all the while, they both were not voicing what was in their minds. They both knew that as soon as possible after these sandwiches were gone they would be hi the bedroom on the bed, or down at the shore again, seeking new pleasures from their demanding bodies.