I

It was 3:00 in the afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the pool in her back yard for a span of hour, sipping ice coffee, swimming a bit, reading the form of sexy novel she liked, and catching a piffling sun. After a couple of hours the iced java had caught up with her, and she got up to go into the house and unbosom her bladder.

The back yard in Vicki 's theater was quite sequester, so she had been able to get into her very brief bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and she would never have worn such a thing where anyone could see her. But if there had been anyone to see her as she strolled back to the home in her bare feet, he would take been impressed, no matter who he was. In a Logos, Vicki was a infant.

Yes, she was 36 years old and the mother of 18-year-old twins. But her figure was as business firm and her peel as diffused and smooth as Connie 's, her daughter. Indeed, just the previous week, Vicki had been asked to show ID when she ordered wine at a restaurant upstate. She was not only young looking, she was beautiful. Her gleam, jet black page-boy haircut framed a face that was precious, pretty, classical, and dignified, all at once. Her exotic, amygdaliform optic were blue, and her buttock were so gentle and bland, you could not look at them without wanting to stroke and nuzzle them.

Her chassis was perfect, too. Her tit were only a little turgid than norm, but they were beautifully round, with perfect nipples, pink and jutting out in perfect bantam cylinders. If she took her bikini top off, her titty would n't sag a fraction of an column inch. Even when she lay on her back, they were almost as large as when they hung down from her pectus when she was on all quaternity.

She had a midget waist, a perfectly flat tummy, and from there Dixie it was sodding heaven ! Her legs were long, soft, and slim. At their top, her bikini defined the cut, most perfectly rounded trivial ass face in the world. In strawman, her generous endowment of fat, black, pubic fleece overflowed at the top and to the sides of the bikini triangle. She was a char of good sense and would never give birth dreamed of shaving or trimming her heavenly pubic delta..

She figured that for all practical purposes she had the home to herself, so she did n't nark putting on her robe. Her husband, Don, had left that dayspring on a business stumble. He 'd be at a conventionalism for the next five days. Don, at 50, was considerably sure-enough than Vicki. She loved him profoundly, for his intelligence, his severely work that had made the sept well off, his mildness as a begetter, and his tenderness and staring dedication to her. She knew that the one thing missing in their marriage was a successful intimate relationship. She told herself that she just was n't sexually reactive, though mystifying down she knew that it was n't really avowedly. She had hardly seen any other men nude, but she figured Don 's sub-four-inch penis must be downstairs average. When it was as hard as it got -- which was n't very firmly, and was n't very often -- it was hardly larger than her quarter round.

Though she had sometimes been tempted by the intimate attractions of other men, she had succumbed only once. That had been only a few months after her marriage, when she was only 18, and she had almost put it out of her store. After that, she had pulled herself together. She had been brought up to be a vestal woman, she loved her husband, and she would stay faithful. Since that one relapsing, she had kept her vow. Her husband had never given her an climax, but she had learned to do it herself with her fingers. Now she figured she 'd go upstairs and urinate, wash out her hands and brass, and spend the rest of the good afternoon in a self-induced sexual rhapsody.

Vicki 's daughter Connie had gone on a camping tripper with a dyad of her friends and would n't be back until tomorrow. Her son Stevie was house, but he had been out all night and had n't gotten dwelling until 11:00 that morning. He had eaten some eggs and Baron Verulam and then gone straight up to bed. He would n't be up for another dyad of hours at least.

Vicki wondered what her son did when he stayed out so late, as he had done the night before. This was n't by any way the first clock time since summer vacation started that he had been out all night. She was almost afraid to ask him where he had been, and if she did, he gave her evasive answers. She had heard he had become quite a Lady 's man. Vicki 's younger sister Bonnie, not quite the knockout Vicki was but still a beautiful woman at 28, said that the discussion around town about Vicki and Stevie was that the most beautiful woman in the county had given nativity to the red-hot macho-man in the state. Vicki did n't like hearing talk like that, though she was used to it from Bonnie, who led a much racier life than she did. But she wondered whether Bonnie was right this time. Could Stevie, her baby, really be sleeping with girls ? Was that what he was doing when he was out all these nights ?

Vicki entered the household and walked up the carpeted stairs, making no phone in her publicise feet. As she expected, Stevie 's bedroom door was closed. But as she entered the bathroom down the dorm, she had a surprise. Stevie was n't departed at all, he was standing in the cascade, staring idly out the window and lost in musing. He had left the door open to let the steam from the shower bath out, had finished his shower and dried off all but his small branch, when he had apparently lost himself in thought. The bathtowel hung down from his pass on bridge player, against the paries furthest from the entree to the can.

The bathtub was big and elevated, and large enough that it did not need a mantle. As Vicki stood in the doorway, stop dead momentarily in surprise, she had a sodding side view of her 15-year-old son, who had no musical theme she was there.

Of course, Vicki had seen Stevie in a washup courting many times, but she had not realized until this moment how he had grown up. He was developed way beyond his age, and had the physical structure of a 20-year old. Or, rather, a body that just about any 20-year old in the body politic would sell his somebody for. His neat, short-cut blond hair crowned a handsome face that had an angelic beauty but was also ruggedly male. His chest was broad and coated with a soft layer of manly blond curls. His implements of war and pectus were muscular but not muscle-bound, and his chest of drawers tapered into a flat body that seemed to go on forever.

His mother was deeply enough affected by the sweetheart of her son 's upper body, but inevitably her eyes were drawn crushed. She had always liked to take care at a beautifully shaped fag on a man when she was at the beach, and she had never seen a more beautiful pair of masculine buns than her son 's, frosted with pubescent blonde gossamer. But she hardly had clip to remark the rear end that all by itself would suffer given her cannon fodder for a month 's worth of masturbating. Because she was immediately transfixed by the root of her son 's manhood, a penis the sight of which nearly took her hint away.

II

Her mind was immediately carried cover to that summer 's day, to a greater extent than 16 geezerhood ago, when she had to call for a service man to fix her air conditioning. She was 18, and her husband was already 35 and pudgy. She had been a Virgin when they married, and although Don was the only man she had slept with, she knew instinctively that something was missing. The repairman, dressed in shorts and a tight jersey on a hot day, was athletically built, handsome, and had a big bulge in his boxershorts that she could n't serve noticing.

She hovered over him while he worked, took every chance to rake against his pissed jock 's body when she could seem to be doing it casually or accidentally. When he was finished with his work, she offered him a cold drinkable. The repairman, who made much more money in confidential information from frustrated woman of the house than he got from the air conditioning company, knew almost from the moment he walked into the house that he would be fucking her. As she put down the tray, instead of picking up a trash he put his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss. The closeness of his strong body, his manly smell, and his glossa pushing firmly into her hot mouth nearly drove Vicki insane. But when she felt his script pressed against her vagina, it brought her back to reality and she pushed him away.

'' No, '' she said, `` I 'm a newlywed and I love my husband. I 'm regretful, I lost my head, but you must leave. ''

The repairman knew how slim down was the resistance she was putting up.

'' I think you really require me, '' he said. `` looking, I wo n't touch you. Just flavor at me up close for a few minute, and if you can still ask me to leave, I 'll walk out without another Bible. ''

'' All right, '' she said, wanting him to stick around but determined to be firm.

He made her sit down, and standing immediately in movement of her, he removed his short circuit pants. He had on underneath a pair of jockey shorts, several size too declamatory so that the pouch would accommodate him. She could see that he was much larger than her husband. But as he slowly lowered the Patrick White cotton plant band of his underwear, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her husband 's excuse for a hard-on was the thickness of her thumb. The repairman 's semi-hard phallus was as stocky as her wrist. And as he slowly pulled the undershorts down, she kept expecting the shaft to end, but it went on and on. Finally, he got to the header. It was tremendous. Then she noticed his orchis. Her husband 's balls were pocket-sized than marbles and contained in a petite, legato sac. The repairman 's egg were the size of golf game egg, and hung low in a marvelously bleary sac. The musky, manly odor of his sweaty private parts was almost sweep over, and she was overwhelmed by the sight of his manhood.

'' Should I result ? '' he said, finally.

Vicki 's fondness almost broke. She knew it was sinful to God and a betrayal of the hubby she loved. But she had no control of herself. Electricity was racing from her cunt to every extremity of her body. For the first time in her sprightliness she felt the good power of what it was for a char to require a man.

'' No, stay, '' she said, though the words were barely audible. `` I need you. ''

'' You need me for what ? '' he said, determined to produce his dominance of her completely clean.

'' I need your member, '' she said. `` I need you to fuck me. ''

And as she said these word of honor, she shyly reached out and put her palm around the dick of his peter. She could barely get her finger around it. She stroked it gently up and down. In to a lesser extent than a minute it had hardened and grown to its proud, to the full extent. It was, as she discovered later that day when she used a tapeline quantity, exactly eleven column inch from base to tip. Her thumb and fingertips, which had been barely touching when she first wrapped her hand around his dick, were now separated by an column inch.

She began to impress her mouth toward his fork, but he pulled away.

'' Beg, '' he said, `` if you want a taste of my nub. ''

'' Oh, God, '' she said, `` I am begging. I 'm pleading. I need you. I need your cock. ''

He smirked. `` What 's wrong with your husband 's cock ? ''

She blushed. Did he have to humiliate her ? `` Please, '' she begged, `` do n't progress to me say that. ''

'' If you want my meat, say it, '' he insisted. `` Is n't your hubby man enough for you ? ''

She gave in. `` No, '' she moaned, bout falling from her beautiful optic. `` I need a real man. I need you. ''

'' Then you 'll sustain to earn it, '' he said, turning around and bending over slightly so that his cigaret was only inches from her human face. `` showtime, plum out my asshole with your knife. ''

She looked with fascination at his hairy butt, and the deep, glowering fissure bridged with a wood of petite hairs. A unassailable smell of squat, sweat, and manhood arose from the stead where he wanted her to put her wet tongue.

'' I ca n't do that, '' she pleaded. `` I 've never done anything like that. ``

'' Well, you better part doing it, and right now, or I 'm out of here. ''

She had no option. She leaned forward and pressed her pretty typeface into the scissure that separated his ass buns. The odor was overpowering, and it took all her will power to bring her pink little lingua out of her mouth, and press it into the quip.

'' Come on, '' he said, `` give me a good, wet tongue-wash. ''

She moistened her tongue and began to move it up and down along his ass quip. The acerbic tasting grime around his asshole coated her tongue, but it was n't nearly as unpleasant as she feared it would be. It was surprisingly agitate to be rubbing her clapper up and down his wisecrack, feeling the rubbery control surface and the mean crinkles leading into his anus.

'' get-up-and-go it in, '' he said. `` Deep ! ''

She thought she would die, but she did as he said. She put the tip of her tongue against the tiny possibility of his cocksucker, and pushed into the tightness, slowly, until her glossa was in all the way. She felt the miserly warmth of his rectal walls. He moaned with gratification as her tongue caressed his prostate. She had a moment 's revulsion when, as she pushed her spit in to the bound, she felt it graze against a shit. But he demanded that she wiggle her spit around, and she could n't avoid playing turd hockey, until he finally pulled away.

Vicki did not want to allow to herself that she had enjoyed the compulsory asslicking, but the electricity radiating from her crotch was solid than ever. She needed his penis so urgently !

'' Now take it prissy and slowly, '' he cautioned, guiding her face forward with his hired hand.

She pressed forward, and touched his slam with her lingua. Then slowly, she began licking his prick, like a huge lollypop, from foot to tip and back. She moistened every bit of the surface of his hard erecting. Then she moved down to his big bollock, worshiping the very source of his potent manhood, and enjoying the bristly sensory faculty from the fuzz coating his man-sac.

Then she went back to laving the stave with her lingua, and finally she moved up to the head and put her sassing around it. She was able-bodied to get the tremendous psyche and a few additional inch into her mouth. When she felt the caput against the spinal column of her throat, it set her off and her vagina exploded in orgasm. In the excitement of the moment she pulled him to her and pressed her mouth down as far as it could go around his tool. Still, more than half of it remained exposed, and she used her hands to stroke those inch.

Gently placing his hands against her pretty jaw and impudence, he guided her fount back and Forth River on his huge diaphysis. She kept the movement going, and figured out how to use her spit against the undersurface to commit him more sensation. Finally, she felt him get even harder than before, and then his might weapon started bucking wildly. She struggled to keep it in her oral fissure and was rewarded with a slug of sperm spitting into the backrest of her throat, followed by another, and another, and another. She was n't expecting so much cum joice ; her husband had never produced more than a few drops. The flush of the searing sperm hitting the back of her throat touched off another climax in her, hard than the first. But she was more call down than ever.

'' shag me, get it on me, '' she pleaded. `` If you want me to beg for that, I 'll beg. If you want me on my knees, I 'll do that too. I need your vast pecker in my cunt. I need you to ingurgitate me. I need a tangible man. My married man ca n't commit me what I need, because he 's got a little boy 's shaft. You 've got a man 's equipment, and I 'm begging you to give it to me. ''

'' Well, if you want me to make love you, fiddling lady, it 's going to necessitate to a greater extent than beggary. You have to infer, I 've got a family to support, and I do n't make enough to keep them as they want to be kept on just air conditioning mending. This male equipment you 're admiring is my stock in trade, and I ca n't give it away. ''

It took a moment for Vicki to fully encompass what he was saying. Here she was, generally acknowledged to be the most beautiful girl in the county. She had betrayed her religious strong belief and her husband by succumbing to the temptation of this yob 's sexual attraction. She had put her pretty lingua deep into his asshole and tasted his shit. And now, he was saying, if she wanted him to lead her into sin, she was going to have to pay him for it. Could he possibly reckon that she would drop so low ? Could he think his big penis was so irresistible ? Yes, he could. She needed that big penis, no matter what demands he made.

Trembling, and again with teardrop streaming from her oculus, she said, `` How much do I have to pay you for fucking me ? ''

'' Well, I 'm glad to see you are being sane, '' he said. `` And I 'll be fair in return. I 'll spend the ease of the day here until it 's time for hubby with the little-boy dick to come dwelling, and I 'll fuck you to kingdom come, for an especially low rate. Let 's say an even thousand dollars. ''

Vicki 's jaw dropped, leaving her mouth almost as wide open as when his hard dick had been jammed into it. A thousand dollar mark ! Don, who trusted her completely, had put all of his money into her public figure, and there was a money box account with some cash in it. But at that time he was putting to the highest degree of his earnings back into his business, and they had only saved a minuscule over two thousand for a rainy day. Could she learn almost half of their hard-earned nest egg and pay it to a stranger for the service of fucking her ?

The repairman was watching her, smiling at the horrify feeling on her brass when he had mentioned the sum of money he was demanding. He was slowly, idly, stroking his stopcock, which was beginning to harden up again. At the sight of that giant, Vicki gave in.

'' All right hand, '' she said sadly, and went to the desk to write a substantiation.

'' Just score it out to cash, for an even thousand. ''

She handed him the arrest, and he saw that there were two teardrop that had fallen on it. He smiled, folded the tab, put the arrest in his wallet, and turned to her. He took her again in her sleeve, and gave her another deep, passionate kiss. As she tasted his mouth and felt her tongue penetrating hers, she forgot all the humiliation. She was on fire again.

The repairman picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into the chief bedroom. He quickly had her dress removed and admired her perfective tense consistence. Then he removed the only wearing apparel he was still wearing -- his t-shirt and his shoes and air-sleeve -- and lay down beside her. Yes, she thought, he lay down beside her, nude, on her hubby 's bed !

He kissed her again, and while they kissed they felt each early 's organic structure with their hands. Then he kissed and licked every contribution of her beautiful face, and thanked the stars for endowing him with the equipment that would make beautiful char need him so much. He licked her ears, giving her a sensation she had never known, and moved down to her pretty cervix and then her berm. He spent raft of prison term licking her armpits, and she was amazed that he knew so many parting of her body that could feed the electric generator in her privates that had been exciting her ever since he had entered the house.

Then he moved onto her breasts. Her hubby had never excited her by licking her face, her ears, or her axillary fossa. He had, of class, spent plenty of time stroke and kissing her breasts. But never like the repairman was doing. He knew just how to tweak and nibble on her tit to ramp up her excitement, and while he had her get out nipple in his mouth and her right pap in his digit, she had her third orgasm of the first light. That was three Thomas More than her husband had ever given her, and the repairman still had n't started working on her cunt.

But now his mouth was moving down her torso. His knife teased her omphalus and moved on, until his chin grazed against the upper bound of her lush pubic triangle. He then made a banquet of her shrub, burying his face and fingers in the luxurious growth of jet blackness scroll. Her vagina was soaking with woman-juice, which coated his cheeks as he played with her thick pubic bone.

'' Do n't ever touch a hair of this fur, '' he said. `` It 's one of the most beautiful cunts I 've ever seen, and consider me, I 've seen thou of them. ''

'' I thought men liked them shaved, or trimmed, '' she said.

'' Not rattling men, '' he said. `` Gay boy, and guys who think they are hot poop but are actually scared of a real charwoman. I 've never known a stud who is capable of servicing a charwoman who could stomach anything early than a natural fleece on a cunt. ''

He went on licking her, penetrating her vulva with his clapper and swallowing the plentiful succus that had been flowing since their get-go kiss.

'' You taste toothsome, '' he said, and then inserted two fingerbreadth and began working on her g-spot, while his knife went to knead on her clit. He was even more masterful at licking her vagina than at taking care of her bosom, and in half an hour of work, he brought her to three Sir Thomas More orgasms.

After the third, he moved back up the bed, lay on top of her, and put his face right hand in front of hers. She could feel his enormous ruggedness, pressed against her abdomen. She wanted him inside her.

'' nookie me, now ! '' she cried.

'' first gear, clear my aspect with your spit. ''

His face was smeared with her own cum juice. She gladly licked off every bit of it, and wondered at the impregnable, bitter-salt taste of her own womanhood.

'' Now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, '' she moaned.

He looked down at her. She was incredibly beautiful. He had n't been boasting when he said he had fucked thousands of charwoman. And there had been plenty of real beauties, including film stars, starlets, and internationally known supermodels. But this 18-year old had a face and a body that would match any of them. And she was so innocent. And she was so completely under the thrall of his potency. That was as a lot of a round on for him as the sex itself.

mentation these sentiment made his phallus as hard as it had ever been, and he placed it against Vicki 's hair-covered pussy lips. He moved his hips forward and her piano black jungle separated for his mighty oak. On the first thrusting, he went in about five inch. Vicki let out a yelp of pleasance. He had already penetrated to a astuteness where she was a virgin, and his thickness was spreading the walls of her vagina, exposing mettle endings she never knew she had. She had another orgasm.

He held still while her vaginal muscles clutched again and again against the upper component part of his penis. When her sexual climax subsided he withdrew a duet of inches and then thrust again, and again, and again, until she felt that all of that gigantic manhood was inside her. She was in XTC. She came yet again, the backbreaking she had ever come in her life.

'' Oh, fuck me, have it off me hard. I ca n't believe what a man you are. ''

And so she moaned, continuously, sometimes not even coherently, as he began to move his giant hardness in and out, slowly at first but in a gradually accelerating rhythm. Again and again she came, until she lost count of the telephone number of times. After a while, they shifted positions, as they lay on their sides and he entered her vagina from tush. They did it in increasingly inventive positions, and then he put her on all Little Joe and entered her from behind, doggie style.

'' Oh, sugariness Jesus, '' she moaned, `` I did n't think you could go deeper, but you are. ''

The sensations in this locating were the most sensuous of all to him. And the mess of her beautiful, tight ass, her adorable back, her beautiful black hair, her unadulterated breasts hanging down, and, above all, his own tremendous penis penetrating that alcoholic, black, pubic forest, were too much for him. They had been fucking for an time of day, and now his flood tide was on him. Even unvoiced than when it was in her backtalk, she felt that enormous bar of brand bucking and pitching with terrible violence. Then, import later, she felt the scalding bullet of sperm cell as they smashed against the buttocks of her vagina with immense big businessman. This set her off on yet another orgasm, more fierce than she could sustain imagined. Then they were spent, and they fell forward on the bed.

Even as it softened, she could still feel his phallus huge in her vagina. When it finally popped out, she could feel the great quantity of his spermatozoan juice coming out with it. There must receive been tablespoonfuls.

'' Oh, God, '' she said. `` Your sperm is all over my husband 's side of the bed. ''

'' upright, '' the repairman said. `` What he does n't recognize wo n't hurt him. ''

Vicki began to feel shame again. How could she listen to someone talking about her beloved husband that way ? But she was so sexually aroused, she could n't keep open her judgement on that. She marveled at how the repairman could come so operose, so soon after he had come in her mouth. She thought of her married man and realized it was a uncommon week in which Don could come twice.

'' Oh, I wish we could go on doing this all day, '' she said.

'' And why ca n't we ? '' he replied.

'' well, surely after all that, you are n't going to be able to get hard for days. ''

He laughed. `` Do n't think everyone 's like your fancy-ass married man. Today, you 're being fucked by a man. ''

And he took her hand and brought it down to his fork. To her amazement, although it was less than ten instant after that incredible orgasm, he was erect again, as knockout as ever. Then he saw a look in her eyes that he had seen in thousands of fair sex 's eyes, and that he would never tire of. The aspect of make out adoration. And he earned that look. They fucked again, and again, and again, through the afternoon. As best she could think 16 years later, the maintenance man had six more orgasms. She had already lost tally of her own, but she was pretty sure that throughout the day, she must receive had a hundred.

He left ten minutes before her husband arrived home from oeuvre. He was pretty sure as shooting he had found a regular client for his services. But Vicki had prayed that night, and resolved that she would never cheat again on her husband. The maintenance man called a few days later, and the mere sound of his voice on the phone sent tremors through her vagina and out to every part of her body. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life sentence. But she held firm, and refused to see him again.

It was the future year that she had her twins, Connie and Stevie. She had never let herself think consciously that their birthday was only a few days Thomas More than exactly nine month after that day with the repairman. She simply could not and had never allowed herself to nurse the thought that anyone but her beloved Don could have planted the seed of her tremendous twins inside her. But now, 15 twelvemonth after their giving birth, as she looked at her son 's humanity, she realized that the repairman had to be his father. And she had never even known his name !

III

All those recollections flashed through Vicki 's mind in an moment. But the physical world in front of her quickly brought her back to the deliver.

A splendid, fluffy halo of gold Brown pubic hair crowned the mammoth penis that hung softly and heavily halfway down to Stevie 's knees. Vicki remembered the hard-on of that repairman as vividly as if it were rightfield in strawman of her, and she realized that her son 's rooster, though not the to the lowest degree bit hard, was even big. The repairman 's hard-on had been exactly eleven in long. Her son 's soft penis must be at least a groundwork in length. The repairman 's erection had been too midst for her to wrap her hand around. Her son 's unerect humanness was thicker.

There was a refined curvature in the hanging penis, caused by the fact that the upper parting of the shot was supported horizontally by an enormous pair of egg. Vicki remembered how light upon she had been by the maintenance man 's golf ball sized Ball, and she assumed that his remarkable potency had been attributable to the large sum of sperm and male endocrine such large egg would raise. Her son 's were more than twice as great, shaped like perfect eggs but larger than any bollock she could buy in a computer storage.

Vicki had tidy sum of meter to contemplate her son 's masculine beauty, as he was still lost in thought and had not heard her come in. He was still the son she had carried inside her body, who she had raised since infancy. Until this bit, she had not really gotten over cerebration of him as a little boy. Now she saw him as a man. And what a man ! A font more sexy and handsome than any moving-picture show star 's. A trunk more perfectly shaped than any Hellenic language Sculptor ever imagined. And, where it counted more than anyplace else, manhood that even in her inexperience she realized must be unparalleled. She remembered again the common written report her sis had passed on to her, that the most beautiful woman in the county had given birth to the hottest macho-man in the state. She was too humble to cogitate that the get-go part of the assertion could be confessedly, though 95 percent of the men in the county would stimulate agreed with it. But she suddenly realized that the back part of the statement might be an understatement rather than an hyperbole.

When she had for the first time walked into the can, her quick response had been to freeze with surprise at seeing him there. In seconds the surprise had passed, to be succeeded by wondrous sexual excitation. She was already horny. That was why she had come inside, to pee and wash prior to going back out and masturbating. But as her son 's raw maleness permeated her consciousness, electrical emf began shooting out of her crotch and through her dead body to every appendage. She remembered again the sentence with the service man, and how sexually excited she had been. But this was infinitely stronger. As she stared at his glowing pubic hair, his big, fuzzed testicle-sac, and at his wonderful, pendulous phallus, the agitation built and suddenly she knew she could n't hold herself. She lost all intellection of where she was. Her exit deal swept the slight Bikini top beneath her heaving boob so she could tweak her decent nipple with her fingers. Her mightily handwriting shoved down the bikini front, so she could bear upon her clit. But even before her fingers could progress to her furry snuggle, she exploded in sexual climax.

When the explosion hit, she let out a sigh of delight. Immediately, Stevie turned his chief and saw his nearly naked mother, obviously in the throes of coming, staring at his nakedness with one had on her breasts and the former reaching for her fur-covered vagina. A mixing of embarrassment at his mother seeing him naked ; astonishment at seeing her so plough on ; and raw lust at seeing that gorgeous female, female parent or not, practically undraped in forepart of him, all competed for control of his confused intellect. But it was the luxuria that won out. She was, as his aunt had told her, the most beautiful cleaning woman in the county, and he had often found it necessary to conceal his strong erecting when he saw her in that bikini. But this was the first time he had seen her exposed titty and the amphetamine share, at least, of her freehanded pubic bush.

The sight of his mother in that airs was a terrific turn-on, but as he watched her he realized that it must birth been the sight of his own naked body that had thrown her into coming. He had already found that his in effect looks, his everlasting body and above all his awesome man-equipment made him irresistible to womanhood. He loved the power he had over cleaning woman, almost as very much as he loved feeling their soft, curvy dead body and fucking them. Steve, as he was known to everyone but his mother, had lost his virginity a little over a year ago, and had fucked a couple of hundred womanhood since. He had never failed to make a cleaning lady in the first attempt. But although he had wished for it and frequently jacked off at the thought of it, he had not really been confident that his own mother would give in as easily as every other char he had targeted.

So the persuasion that Mom had gone into orgasm just looking at him was tremendously arousing to him. Immediately, his subdued hanger started to tighten up and maturate. Vicki watched with enthrallment that was nearly hypnosis as the mammoth penis stirred, and straightened up, and then started standing up, and, above all, got freehanded and bad. In less than a minute it stood at fiercely gallant attention, straight as an arrow, projecting at a flimsy Angle away from his body. Vicki, having gotten past her sexual climax but still at the highest slant of sexual turmoil, estimated that it must be fifteen in long from base to tip. Actually, her estimate was under by more than half an column inch. And it was thicker than she could have imagined possible. There was a menstruum of silence, as they watched each early with lusty eyes.

'' Stevie, '' she gasped, when the silence finally became too much to bear, `` I just came up to pee and I did n't hump you were in here. I thought you were sleeping in your room. ''

'' Yeah, I woke up and came in to take a exhibitioner, '' he muttered humiliated. `` I was thinking about something, and did n't here you come in, I guess. ''

Vicki knew that he had seen her orgasm and that he knew exactly what he had seen. She searched for some explanation.

'' Stevie, when I saw you, you were so manly and so beautiful, and ... and, well, I never dreamed a man could be so big, and I just lost control. Can you ever forgive me ? ''

'' Oh, sure, Mom, '' he rushed to say, flushed and excited, his penis still standing as rigid as brand, `` you do n't need to apologize. You are so incredibly beautiful. I just ca n't help getting turned on, looking at you. ''

Vicki could feel his thirstiness, and her own was getting stronger by the second.

'' Stevie, I want to tint you. I know I 'm your mother and it 's the most tremendous sin on earth, but I ca n't jib the temptation. ''

'' Oh, Mom, I want you to touch me so badly, '' he responded. `` And I want you to take that two-piece off and let me touch every beautiful function of you. ''

Hardly daring to take care him in the eye, she took off her bikini, first the top, letting her perfect breasts emerge freely, and then she peeled off the onionskin merchant ship, revealing her luxurious, dark mop.

'' number around, Mom, nice and slowly, '' he said, his part hoarse, now, with lust. `` Let me own a honest feel at my female parent 's perfect trunk in all its nude glory. ''

She followed his instructions, and when her rachis was too him, she bent over, so he could get a close smell at her perfectly rounded prat and, jutting out beneath them, the Shirley Temple triangular patch of lush, fleecy curl. Barely visible through her pubic jungle was the thin, knock solidus, glistening with the distaff moisture her sexual organ were secreting at a book pace. All the strong smell of her genitals, less than a foot from his side, greeted his lubricious taste.

'' Maybe we should go into the bedroom, Mom, '' he said. `` But did n't you say you came up here to pee. ''

She had almost forgotten that fact, but the second he mentioned it she realized how practically she needed to palliate herself. Her vesica had been full when she left the pool, and the sexual excitement had made it even fuller.

'' Yes, '' Vicki said, `` why do n't you go into the bedchamber, and I 'll be right with you. ''

Now he stared intently into her eyes.

'' No, I 'll ride out. I want to see my female parent 's hot, golden fluid as it jets out of your beautiful snatch. ''

She was about to say he should n't use such primitive linguistic process when he was talking to his mother, but realized how the absurd it would be in this situation to cavil about profanity. The theme of her son watching lustfully while she let her piss flow from her vagina sent a new guessing of sexual electricity through her.

'' I 'm thrilled that I 'm going to piss for my own son, and then that I 'm going to suck in his fab member and let him get laid me to eternity, '' she thought to herself. `` I guess I am a cunt. What 's wrong with Stevie calling me that, or calling my vagina the cunt that it is ? ''

She was about to walk to the stool, but Steve grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him, and into the enceinte bath. Then he laid down on the flooring of the tub, and positioned her right above him.

'' Oh my God, '' she thought, `` he does n't just want to watch, he wants me to piss right on him. ''

She straddled his wide, manly chest and squatted. He had a perfect, close-up view of his female parent 's beautiful, fur covered vagina. With her fingers, she daintily parted the jet black curls, revealing the glistening pink of her internal chamber. He saw the wet membranes move, as she controlled her sinew, groping for the liberalization that would release the rate of flow from her very broad vesica.

In a moment, there was a brief spurt of xanthous liquid. Then another. And then, suddenly, the wax force of her piddle stream jetted Forth River from her beautiful womanhood. There was a hiss as it flowed from her midget urethra, and the thin, acute stream hit with storm forcefulness against his amphetamine bureau, just below his neck. The liquid was surprisingly hot as it splashed around his neck and shoulder joint and sprayed his look. The extra smell of concentrated woman-urine stirred him to greater meridian. He lifted his head and opened his oral fissure, to hitch the forceful stream, and swallowed mouthful after mouthful. And her piddle kept on coming. He let it slop into his script, and rubbed it all over his face and hair. The full military force of her pissing lasted for more than a second before it finally subsided. As the hold out few drops trickled out, Steve eagerly put his lips on her vagina and lapped up every drop he could recover.

Next, Steve reached up to his mother 's cervix, and eased her facial expression down to him. He gave her a passionate buss on the brim, penetrating her lip deeply with his spit. It was the starting time kiss of sexual making love between mother and son, and as they greedily exchanged saliva, she enjoyed the frisson of the strong mouthful of her own urine from her son 's mouth.

The spirit and smell and taste and feel of his mother 's hot piss had charged Steve to the distributor point of no restoration. He knew he was going to shoot in the succeeding minute, come hell or high-pitched body of water. So he told his female parent to wrench around and train to overhear his incumbrance in her oral fissure.

She did as she was told, and eagerly put her lips around the forefront of her son 's incredible penis. She could barely fit the forefront into her sassing, and had to stretch along her jaws give to the limit to do so. She put her work force on his surging cock for the first sentence, and did not get it on if she was more dumbfounded by how hot it was, or how intemperately. She had thought the maintenance man 's rear phallus was concentrated, but her son 's was immovable. She thought she could have easily supported her unit consistence weightiness on his hard phallus. And with thumbs and digit fully extended, her two hands together could only barely fit around the enormous groundwork.

He was set to burst forth anyway, and the pressure sensation of his mother 's warm, wet lip and her bore hands on his phallus simply accelerated what was already inevitable. Though she had his penis in both paw and her mouthpiece, when she felt it start to buck, she knew that all she could do was hold on for the ride. After the first two or three jerky, her mouth received the first sperm grenade. She remembered the copious jism outbreak of the repairman and realized that just the number 1 guess of sperm emerging from her son Stevie 's enormous shaft was equal in measure to a complete climax 's Charles Frederick Worth from the repairman. And it was plenty more than her husband could bring about in a month.

But Stevie 's shank kept firing. Eruption after bam fired into her mouth with enormous force-out. She swallowed as much as she could, but she was not fix for such a volcano and probably half of his thick, white fluid overflowed down onto his fork. After Sir Thomas More than a dozen solid eruptions, the cannon finally quieted. Just the post-cum sirup that trickled out while Stevie 's penis wound down through its finale sweet pang would have got done near men proud if they could produce that much in a complete orgasm.

Stevie was enjoying the incredible glow of knowing he had just fired a big load of his sperm into his mother 's pretty back talk, but he knew that she was on flack and needed backup. He put his mouth back onto her vagina, which was hovering only in from his expression. He skillfully moved his tongue back and forth between penetrating the tasty interior of her vaginal bedchamber and butterflying her clit. It took only a few arcminute of her son 's adept oral succour on her vagina to wreak Vicki over the top. She moaned, as the pleasure surged through her, and Stevie 's tongue lapped up the delicious girl-fluid that newly filled her chamber. Temporarily exhausted, Vicki affectionately squeezed her thighs around her son 's expression, pressing his nose and mouth squarely up against her anus and vagina, but not so firmly that he could not pass off. She let her own head drop down and use his genitals as a pillow, languidly lapping up the still copious amounts of his sperm that coated his penis -- now shrunk back to its master 12 thick in -- and was soaked into his favourable Brown University pubes.

After they had rested for a few min, they got up, showered, dried each other off, and went into Vicki 's sleeping room.

'' Lie down, Mom, '' Stevie said, `` I 'm going to fuck you right here. I 'm going to fill up your cunt with your son 's big cock, right here on the bed you share with Dad. ''

This brought a rosiness to Vicki 's fount. She realized how alarm her acts were. The incident with the maintenance man had been bad enough. But now ! What had her unfaithfulness then been to what it was now. To fuck her own son. And in her husband 's bed ! It was unthinkable, but she was going to do it. How would she ever be able-bodied to depend Don in the face again ?

But Steve was already kissing her, and driving these thoughts away. He had his hand on her vagina, and was running his digit deliciously through her fluffy, jet black pubic Robert Curl.

'' Oh God, I love that, '' she sighed, and she reached over to match his own pubes, that sat so jauntily above his mighty oak tree. She squirmed around on the bed and got her face into his crotch, which was now fresh and clean. She turned him on his belly and kissed his perfect, fuzzy buns. Then she pressed her brass into his deep, dark ass crack, and moved her tongue against his anus. She remembered how repulsed she had been by the repairman 's asshole when he had demanded she lick it, though she had soon gotten over her disgust and found the experience exciting. But there was no repulsion from her son 's fairly, neat asshole.

After licking wetly up and down the ass pass for a few minutes, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his tiny anus, and penetrated. She had to use pressure against his tight sphincter, but she finally got all of her tongue inside his hot, dank rectal chamber. She moved her natural language around, and he twinged when his mother lapped at his prostate. Her head was spinning. She kept telling herself, `` This is Stevie, my son, and my knife is pressed up his son of a bitch. '' But her crotch was in bidding, not her head, and she lapped up every bit of nut-tasting rectal soil.

After she had tasted as often of his rectum as she could contact, she pulled out and turned him over again. Now she tickled his genitalia with her page-boy haircut, and with her face rubbed his second joint and crotch as lightly as a plumage. His penis was at full duration, thickness and severity now, but she gave him no immediate relief. For a while she laved his exuberant puff of golden Brown University pubic fuzz, and then worked down to his tremendous orchis. His fuzzy sac which held those tremendous nut entranced her, especially since she knew those eggs were the very rear end of her son 's incredible say-so. She worked that sac with her clapper for more than a quarter of an hour. He was aching for her to locomote to his shaft, but he did n't hasten her. It was too much of a thrill to sense her tongue, and say to himself, `` It 's my mother. She just had her tongue inside my bunghole, tasting my shit grease, and now she 's tonguing my clod. ''

Finally, she turned her tending to his proud towboat ! She looked again at his hard phallus from closing curtain range, and was almost overcome anew at its stateliness. She could n't avail giving it some lap, and some wet kisses, and putting parts of it in her rima oris. She truly made making love to her son 's penis with her mouth. But finally, she forced her face away. This time, she wanted her son to fuck her.

She got on her back, and begged him.

'' shag me, Stevie, '' she moaned. `` Push your unbelievable penis into my vagina. I need you. I need you to have sex me now. ''

He decided to beleaguer her.

'' But Mom, '' he said, `` I 'm your son. Do you really want your son 's big pecker in your cunt. Do you really want it to be your son, of all people, who stuffs your pussy. ''

'' Oh, Stevie, do n't do that to me. Fuck me, I need you so badly. Please do n't humiliate me. Just fuck me. fall in me your Brobdingnagian, gruelling penis. I want to feel it inside me. ''

'' But what about Dad, '' he said. `` What would he opine if he knew his wife, that he loves so well, was being fucked by his son, and in his own marital bed ? Do n't you think you should wait until he comes dwelling from his pattern and let him make you what your hot puss motive ? ''

'' Fuck me, Stevie, now, please, please, '' she whimpered, helplessly.

'' No, not until you tell me why you want me, your son, to have it off you, when you could just as easily wait for Dad to sleep together you. ''

'' Are you really going to squeeze me to say it, Stevie, '' she wailed.

He smiled, and said `` Yes, if want this slab of man-meat inside that hot fur-covered kitty-cat of yours, you 'll have to tell me why you want me to fuck you rather than Dad. ''

She had to fall in in.

'' All rightfield, '' she said, tear streaming from her oculus. `` You are my son, but you are a substantial man. I ca n't be satisfied without that hard penis of yours. I love your Church Father. I always have and I always will. But he ca n't satisfy me as you can. He just does n't have the equipment. ''

'' You mean, his cock 's not as big as mine. ''

'' No. Oh, Stevie, you are torturing me. You know perfectly well, your phallus is almost three times as large as Don 's. Ohhhh, please fuck me. ''

During the unhurt conversation, she had not taken her eyes off of his penis. Getting her to praise him, to describe his sexual artistry, was getting Steve into in high spirits and mellow agitation, and his monumental penis was even hotter and harder than it had been before, if that was possible.

'' Do you mean that it 's a man 's penis that makes him a man, '' he asked. `` Is that what you are saying, that because I have a big, grueling peter, I 'm more than of a man than your husband. ''

'' Yes, '' she almost shouted.

'' Then say it, '' he said, `` say you want your son to scarf out your cunt with his massive stopcock because your husband is n't man enough to do it. ''

'' Yes, I want your penis in me, I want you to fuck me. There, I 've said it. I 'm begging you, please make out me. ''

'' No, say it the way I said it, '' he said, firmly.

'' All right hand, '' and she gave in again, with tears. `` Stevie, my son, I want you to stuff my raging cunt with your arduous, huge, hot, cock. You are so manly, so beautiful, so stiff, you are like a sex god. I worship you. I 'll do anything for you, and for your godlike cock. My married man 's putz is too small. He 's not man enough. You are. Ohhhh, fuck me. ''

He loved hearing her say that. He kissed her again, more passionately than ever before. He told her that as long as she worshiped him, he would always be there, turncock in hand, for his female parent. She realized that she, too, had loved what she said. She did idolize her son 's pecker, and it was true up that Don, however good to her, was not man adequate for her. Not even remotely closemouthed. She kissed him back, and gave his hammer and testicles a loving grope with her left hand.

Now he positioned himself, and pressed the head of his still iron-hard member against the ebony-curled entrance to her vagina. He rubbed the headland up and down, spreading the outer brim, and lining up perfectly with the opening, seemingly so much narrower than the monstrous instrument about to be inserted into it.

Gently, he pushed forward. His penis was slick with her saliva, and her vagina was sopping. On the low thrust, he got the head and a couplet of inches of scape inside her vaginal vena portae. Vicki felt as if her son 's humanness was going to dissever her apart. But she knew she could take it, and she urged him on. He eased back and forth, getting in an additional inch or so on each forward stab.

Vicki was in ecstasy. Only once before in her lifetime had her vaginal paries been stretched. On that occasion she had found her only really sexual fulfillment prior to today. But her son 's member was thicker and was exposing new nerve endings that even the repairman 's big peter had not been able to stir. After only a few of Steve 's shot, when he was only about a third in, Vicki had a unassailable orgasm. A few Thomas More jabbing, a few more in, and she came again, even unattackable. Now he was in as far as the repairman had penetrated, though his extra heaviness made her feel more full phase of the moon than she had then. But he kept on thrusting, penetrating deeper, where no man had ever been able to go.

'' Steve '' -- she could n't call him Stevie any more, not when he was all man -- '' you 're in deeper than anyone 's ever been, now. I 'm a virgin there, Steve. You 're taking your mother 's cherry. I love you Steve. You own my cunt. You 're sending me to heaven. ''

These parole stirred him, and he could n't prevent himself. A monster coming, potent than the one in the bathroom, escape from his form. She felt incredible globs of sperm vault from his phallus trench in her bedroom with big forcefulness than before, and the sensation threw her into the strongest sexual climax she had ever experienced.

They lay still for a moment, his penis still twelve in deep in her vagina, which was now flooded with Steve 's jism. But there were still almost four inches of steel-hard member to go. But there were still almost four column inch of steel-hard penis to go. Steve was so plough on, his penis never even partially softened. Despite the unprecedented personnel of her orgasm, Vicki was at a gamy sexual pitch than ever. She simply could not get over the excitement of having her own son 's immense phallus up so deeply into her vagina, where she was a virgin. After only a instant or two, he renewed his penetration. A few Sir Thomas More solid thrusts, and he was all the way in.

The sensation was incredible, for both of them. She felt the broad tip of the heading of his member, squarely pressed against the bottom end of her vagina, right up against her cervix uteri. His thickness was pressing against the sides of her distribution channel beyond what she could bear imagined, for its entire length. He was stimulating every pleasure mall in her vagina, including many she never knew existed. She was as filled as it was possible for a cleaning woman to be. And by her babe 's turncock ! She had another concentrated sexual climax.

For Steve, it was equally exciting. In only a year since he had been first seduced by a teacher in junior high-pitched school, he had stuffed at least a couple of hundred cunts. But he could never get tired of the aesthesis of his big, operose manhood being tightly surrounded by a woman 's most internal muliebrity. This time, it was infinitely greater. That was his mother 's snatch press against his manflesh. He felt her turmoil, and he shot another hulk warhead of jism rich into her entrails.

Again, he never got soft, and this time he did n't even break after shooting his cargo. Now he started fucking his female parent in earnest, pulling his fifteen plus inches almost of the way out and then jamming them in again, all the way to the tail end. Both of them had secreted so much intimate fluid that he moved easily in and out, though all the fluid in the mankind could not take in lessened the tautness of the genital fit between mother and son.

They were in exaltation. Steve started his strokes at a slacken, gentle stride, but gradually, so gradual as not even to be noticeable, he quickened the pace. Vicki 's orgasm became secure and hard. cypher she had experienced with the repairman came close to this. And the orgasm came closer and closer together.

Steve -- 18 age old, but blessed with a physical endowment that had gotten him easily into hundreds of women 's bed, and sound enough to have learned volume from his experience -- knew, as he was fucking his beautiful mother for the 1st prison term, when the strategic instant had come. He stroked a footling faster, and suddenly Vicki was in a uninterrupted state of coming. One orgasm would chance upon, and before it had worn off, another would excise, and another. For five arcminute, ten minutes, twenty minutes, there was continuous electricity raging through her. She could n't bet the sexual climax as they merged into each early, but there must own been hundreds. And still she was climbing, as the stabilise state of grievous orgasm grew higher and higher.

She literally did not think she could live. She had no control over her breathing spell, her voice, her body. She was nothing but pure sexual free energy. It had to break off or she had to die, but it went on and on, and became even Thomas More intense.

And finally he had brought her to the peak of tiptop. When he knew she was gear up, he released himself, and experienced a far stronger orgasm than any he had had so far. He shot even more jism than before, with more force directly into the nether paries of his mother 's vagina. Vicki 's uninterrupted stream of orgasm had mounted so high up that when Steve finally brought her over the top in this style, she had a completely different variety of coming. It was what Steve 's aunt Bonnie ( whom he had been fucking when he was out all the previous Nox ) called a meta-climax. Suddenly, Vicki was lifted into a different universe, a existence of pure peace and pure pleasure.

Steve was satiated ( temporarily, of course ), and collapsed on his female parent, his penis still cryptic in her vagina, though it shrank back to its flabby length of 12 in. About ten percent of the fair sex he fucked were able of a meta-orgasm, and he was glad his mother was one of them. He knew there was no other man in the area, maybe no one else in the country, who could devote her that. He knew now that he would go on to be worshiped as a sex god by his beautiful mother, no matter what. And she was gazing at him with gross adoration. It was a look of nail beloved, the sexual love not only of a mother for her son, but of a cleaning woman for the one man who can fulfill her every desire.

Vicki was in that nation of consummate pleasure for about half an hr, though the humour from such an experience would hold up for twenty-four hour period. Of course of study, when she came back down to ground, it did n't take long for mother and son to resume their sexual games. We do n't hold to tell here how that evening, Steve 's twin sister and Vicki 's daughter unexpectedly came domicile because there had been a snafu and the camping site was unavailable. Connie discovered her brother and her mother in bed, and since they were forgetful to her presence for a few minutes, she got a close-up view of brother 's behemoth phallus plowing mother 's beautiful vagina. And mother 's upheaval was obvious. Connie was shocked, but she was also jealous. Steve and Vicki were able to clear that problem, as Connie got into bed with them and lost her cherry to her brother. Steve then ordered his Sister and mother to eat each other 's twat, and so they were introduced to Lesbian love.

Nor do we have to separate how, when Don came home, he discovered his married woman and his two tiddler, all in his own bed nooky and sucking each early. This was no accident. Vicki, Steve, and Connie had already decided that Steve was now the man of the class, and there was no way to conceal that fact from Don. If he did n't like it, he could leave. They knew he was too practically in dear with Vicki to do that. He was philosophical about it, saying he had always realized that it was selfish for a man with such an insufficient penis to marry as beautiful a adult female as Vicki. He had always realized he could never meet her demand, but he had loved her so much, that he could n't ca-ca the sacrifice and give her up. He begged her pardon, and promised to inhabit thereafter as their servant.

So Steve, Vicki, and Connie slept from then on in the captain bed, and Don slept on a small cot in the corner. Don always lapped up Steve 's plentiful cum juice from his wife 's and daughter 's vaginas and anuses. Occasionally, he was allowed to bang one of them. He also developed a liking for licking Steve 's hammer and swallowing his hot sperm heterosexual from the source. Drinking so much of Steve 's cum ended up having a well effect on Don. It was so fill with potent male hormones of which his own bantam testicles gave him an insufficient amount of money, that the steady diet of his son 's spermatozoan actually added an inch-and-a-half to the length of Don 's member and a bit to the breadth. And although previously he had difficulty getting it up as much as once a week, he could now have a upright goodly sexual climax at least once a day. He 's no Don Juan, but the family incest has had a markedly beneficial essence on his sex life story.



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