Mom 'S Big Boy
BlowjobI
It was 3:00 in the good afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the pool in her binding G for a mates of minute, sipping frost burnt umber, swimming a bit, reading the kind of sexy novel she liked, and catching a little sun. After a couple of hours the iced coffee had caught up with her, and she got up to go into the house and remedy her bladder.
The back yard in Vicki 's menage was quite secluded, so she had been able-bodied to wear her very briefest bikini. Vicki was a minor, churchgoing adult female, and she would never give birth worn such a thing where anyone could see her. But if there had been anyone to see her as she strolled back to the theater in her bare groundwork, he would have been impressed, no topic who he was. In a give-and-take, Vicki was a babe.
Yes, she was 36 eld old and the mother of 18-year-old twins. But her chassis was as firm and her skin as flabby and smooth as Connie 's, her daughter. Indeed, just the former hebdomad, Vicki had been asked to show ID when she ordered wine at a restaurant upstate. She was not only vernal looking, she was beautiful. Her gleaming, jet blackness page-boy haircut framed a human face that was cute, pretty, serious music, and dignified, all at once. Her alien, almond-shaped eyes were darkness, and her cheeks were so delicate and smooth, you could not await at them without wanting to stroke and nose them.
Her frame was perfect, too. Her tits were only a footling larger than average, but they were beautifully round, with perfect pap, pink and jutting out in perfect tiny piston chamber. If she took her bikini top off, her chest would n't sag a fraction of an column inch. Even when she lay on her back, they were almost as with child as when they hung down from her breast when she was on all tetrad.
She had a bantam waist, a perfectly savourless tummy, and from there south it was hone heaven ! Her legs were long, soft, and slim. At their top, her bikini defined the cutest, most perfectly rounded little ass cheeks in the reality. In straw man, her generous talent of rich, black, pubic wool overflowed at the top and to the sides of the bikini triangle. She was a woman of good sense and would never have dreamed of shaving or trimming her celestial pubic delta..
She figured that for all practical purposes she had the sign of the zodiac to herself, so she did n't bother putting on her gown. Her husband, Don, had left that morning on a business organization head trip. He 'd be at a convention for the adjacent five days. Don, at 50, was considerably old than Vicki. She loved him profoundly, for his word, his hard work that had made the family well off, his softness as a father, and his philia and perfect dedication to her. She knew that the one thing missing in their marriage ceremony was a successful sexual relationship. She told herself that she just was n't sexually responsive, though deep down she knew that it was n't really true. She had hardly seen any other men nude, but she figured Don 's sub-four-inch member must be below average. When it was as voiceless as it got -- which was n't very hard, and was n't very often -- it was hardly orotund than her thumb.
Though she had sometimes been tempted by the sexual attractions of former men, she had succumbed only once. That had been only a few calendar month after her marriage, when she was only 18, and she had almost put it out of her memory. After that, she had pulled herself together. She had been brought up to be a virtuous cleaning woman, she loved her hubby, and she would stay faithful. Since that one lapse, 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, dampen her hands and face, and spend the rest of the afternoon in a self-induced sexual rhapsody.
Vicki 's daughter Connie had gone on a tenting trip with a twain of her friends and would n't be back until tomorrow. Her son Stevie was home, but he had been out all Night and had n't gotten habitation until 11:00 that morning. He had eaten some ball and Baron Verulam and then gone straight up to bed. He would n't be up for another couple of hr at to the lowest degree.
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 agency the first time since summertime holiday 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 solution. She had heard he had become quite a madam 's man. Vicki 's younger babe Bonnie, not quite the knockout Vicki was but still a beautiful woman at 28, said that the news around town about Vicki and Stevie was that the most beautiful woman in the county had given birth to the hottest stud in the nation. Vicki did n't like hearing talking 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 prison term. 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 house and walked up the carpeted stairs, making no sound in her bare base. As she expected, Stevie 's bedroom threshold was closed. But as she entered the privy down the hall, she had a surprise. Stevie was n't departed at all, he was standing in the shower, staring idly out the window and lost in contemplation. He had left the threshold exposed to let the steam from the rain shower out, had finished his shower and dried off all but his humble legs, when he had apparently lost himself in intellection. The bathtowel hung down from his result deal, against the wall furthest from the entrance to the john.
The bathtub was big and elevated, and large enough that it did not demand a mantle. As Vicki stood in the threshold, icy momentarily in surprisal, she had a perfect slope view of her 15-year-old son, who had no idea she was there.
Of course, Vicki had seen Stevie in a bathing causa many times, but she had not realized until this instant how he had grown up. He was developed way beyond his age, and had the body of a 20-year old. Or, rather, a body that just about any 20-year old in the country would betray his someone for. His neat, short-cut blonde whisker crowned a handsome face that had an sainted beauty but was also ruggedly manful. His chest was large-minded and coated with a flaccid layer of manly blonde curls. His arms and chest were muscular but not muscle-bound, and his thorax tapered into a unconditional torso that seemed to go on forever.
His mother was deeply enough affected by the ravisher of her son 's upper body, but inevitably her eyes were drawn low-pitched. She had always liked to look at a beautifully shaped butt 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 downy blond cobweb. But she hardly had time to notice the rear end that all by itself would ingest given her fodder for a calendar month 's worth of masturbating. Because she was immediately transfixed by the root of her son 's manhood, a phallus the good deal of which nearly took her breathing time away.
II
Her mind was immediately carried back to that summer 's day, more than 16 eld ago, when she had to predict for a maintenance 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 exclusively 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 extrusion in his short that she could n't help noticing.
She hovered over him while he worked, took every opportunity to crease against his besotted athlete 's body when she could seem to be doing it casually or accidentally. When he was finished with his employment, she offered him a cold drinkable. The maintenance man, who made much more money in steer from frustrated housewives 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 ice he put his weapons system around her and gave her a passionate osculation. The nearness of his inviolable body, his manly flavour, and his tongue pushing firmly into her hot mouth nearly drove Vicki insane. But when she felt his hired hand 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 sorry, I lost my head word, but you must leave. ''
The repairman knew how thin was the electrical resistance she was putting up.
'' I think you really want me, '' he said. `` Look, I wo n't touch you. Just look at me up close for a few mo, and if you can still ask me to leave, I 'll walk out without another word. ''
'' All right wing, '' she said, wanting him to stay but determined to be firm.
He made her sit down, and standing immediately in movement of her, he removed his short bloomers. He had on underneath a pair of jockey shorts, several sizes too large so that the sac would accommodate him. She could see that he was much larger than her husband. But as he slowly lowered the white cotton fiber band of his underwear, she could hardly conceive her optic. Her husband 's self-justification for a erection was the thickness of her thumb. The repairman 's semi-hard penis was as thick as her radiocarpal joint. 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 head. It was enormous. Then she noticed his testicles. Her hubby 's formal were smaller than marbles and contained in a tiny, fluent sac. The repairman 's ball were the size of golf balls, and hung low in a marvelously fuzzy sac. The musky, manly odour of his sweaty genital organ was almost overpower, and she was overwhelmed by the view of his humanity.
'' Should I leave ? '' he said, finally.
Vicki 's heart almost broke. She knew it was sinful to God and a treason of the married man she loved. But she had no control of herself. electricity was racing from her cunt to every extremity of her organic structure. For the first time in her sprightliness she felt the full moon power of what it was for a cleaning woman to want a man.
'' No, stay, '' she said, though the countersign were barely audible. `` I need you. ''
'' You need me for what ? '' he said, determined to make his dominance of her altogether clear.
'' I need your penis, '' she said. `` I need you to make love me. ''
And as she said these words, she shyly reached out and put her palm around the shaft of light of his cock. She could barely get her fingers around it. She stroked it gently up and down. In less than a minute it had hardened and grown to its proud, total extent. It was, as she discovered later that day when she used a tape measure, exactly eleven 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 in.
She began to impress her rima oris toward his crotch, but he pulled away.
'' Beg, '' he said, `` if you want a sense of taste of my inwardness. ''
'' Oh, God, '' she said, `` I am begging. I 'm pleading. I need you. I need your stopcock. ''
He smirked. `` What 's improper with your husband 's cock ? ''
She blushed. Did he experience to humiliate her ? `` Please, '' she begged, `` do n't wee me say that. ''
'' If you want my meat, say it, '' he insisted. `` Is n't your married man man enough for you ? ''
She gave in. `` No, '' she moaned, split falling from her beautiful eyes. `` I need a material man. I need you. ''
'' Then you 'll throw to earn it, '' he said, turning around and bending over slightly so that his butt was only inches from her face. `` initiatory, clean out my asshole with your tongue. ''
She looked with fascination at his hairy butt, and the deep, dark scissure bridged with a timber of diminutive hairs. A strong smell of shit, sweat, and manhood arose from the place where he wanted her to put her wet glossa.
'' 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 alternative. She leaned forward and pressed her pretty face into the cracking that separated his ass buns. The spirit was overpowering, and it took all her will power to bring her pinko small tongue out of her mouth, and printing press it into the sally.
'' Come on, '' he said, `` give me a skilful, wet tongue-wash. ''
She moistened her knife and began to move it up and down along his ass crack. The piercingly tasting dirt around his arse coated her tongue, but it was n't nearly as unpleasant as she feared it would be. It was surprisingly exciting to be rubbing her spit up and down his wisecrack, feeling the rubbery surface and the tight crinkles leading into his anus.
'' Push it in, '' he said. `` deep ! ''
She thought she would die, but she did as he said. She put the tip of her lingua against the petite opening of his mother fucker, and pushed into the tightness, slowly, until her natural language was in all the way. She felt the close warmth of his rectal bulwark. He moaned with satisfaction as her lingua caressed his prostate. She had a second 's revulsion when, as she pushed her tongue in to the limit, she felt it graze against a shite. But he demanded that she wiggle her glossa around, and she could n't avoid playing turd hockey, until he finally pulled away.
Vicki did not want to admit to herself that she had enjoyed the compulsory asslicking, but the electricity radiating from her crotch was inviolable than ever. She needed his penis so urgently !
'' Now take it nice and slowly, '' he cautioned, guiding her face forward with his hands.
She pressed forward, and touched his putz with her tongue. Then slowly, she began licking his cock, like a huge lollypop, from base to tip and back. She moistened every bit of the Earth's surface of his tough erection. Then she moved down to his big testicle, worshiping the very source of his potent humanness, and enjoying the prickly sensation from the fuzz coating his man-sac.
Then she went back to laving the staff with her tongue, and finally she moved up to the headland and put her sass around it. She was able-bodied to get the enormous mind and a few additional inch into her mouth. When she felt the drumhead against the back of her pharynx, it set her off and her vagina exploded in coming. In the agitation of the moment she pulled him to her and pressed her sassing down as far as it could go around his cock. Still, to a greater extent than one-half of it remained exposed, and she used her hands to stroke those inches.
Gently placing his hands against her somewhat jaw and cheeks, he guided her face back and Forth River on his huge shaft. She kept the movement going, and figured out how to use her tongue against the bottom to yield him Thomas More mavin. Finally, she felt him get even harder than before, and then his might weapon started bucking wildly. She struggled to keep it in her mouth and was rewarded with a bullet of sperm spitting into the back 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 drop. The chill of the searing sperm hitting the rachis of her throat touched off another orgasm in her, stronger than the first. But she was more aroused than ever.
'' fucking me, fuck me, '' she pleaded. `` If you want me to beg for that, I 'll beg. If you want me on my knee joint, I 'll do that too. I need your huge cock in my cunt. I need you to farce me. I need a real man. My husband ca n't leave me what I need, because he 's got a lilliputian boy 's putz. You 've got a man 's equipment, and I 'm begging you to give it to me. ''
'' Well, if you want me to fuck you, little Lady, it 's going to take more than beggary. You have to infer, I 've got a kin to support, and I do n't make adequate to proceed them as they want to be kept on just air conditioning fixing. This manly equipment you 're admiring is my line in swop, and I ca n't consecrate it away. ''
It took a here and now for Vicki to fully comprehend what he was saying. Here she was, generally acknowledged to be the most beautiful daughter in the county. She had betrayed her religious convictions and her husband by succumbing to the temptation of this ruffian 's intimate attractive force. She had put her pretty tongue deep into his asshole and tasted his bullshit. And now, he was saying, if she wanted him to lead her into sin, she was going to take in to pay him for it. Could he possibly ideate that she would sink so low ? Could he think his big penis was so irresistible ? Yes, he could. She needed that big penis, no issue what demands he made.
Trembling, and again with tears streaming from her middle, she said, `` How much do I have to pay you for fucking me ? ''
'' Well, I 'm sword lily to see you are being reasonable, '' he said. `` And I 'll be reasonable in retort. I 'll pass the rest of the day here until it 's clip for hubby with the little-boy shaft to follow nursing home, and I 'll do it you to kingdom come up, for an especially low pace. Let 's say an even thousand buck. ''
Vicki 's jaw dropped, leaving her mouth almost as wide open as when his severe dick had been jammed into it. A thousand dollars ! Don, who trusted her completely, had put all of his money into her name, and there was a bank account statement with some hard cash in it. But at that time he was putting most of his earnings back into his line of work, and they had only saved a trivial over two thousand for a rainy day. Could she consider almost half of their hard-earned savings and pay it to a stranger for the service of fucking her ?
The repairman was watching her, smiling at the horror-struck look on her face when he had mentioned the amount he was demanding. He was slowly, idly, stroking his rooster, which was beginning to season up again. At the sight of that monster, Vicki gave in.
'' All right wing, '' she said sadly, and went to the desk to write a check.
'' Just wee it out to cash, for an even thousand. ''
She handed him the check, and he saw that there were two snag that had fallen on it. He smiled, folded the handicap, put the check in his wallet, and turned to her. He took her again in her coat of arms, 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 service man picked her up and carried her up the steps and into the main sleeping room. He quickly had her clothes removed and admired her perfect soundbox. Then he removed the only wearing apparel he was still wearing -- his jersey and his shoes and wind sock -- and lay down beside her. Yes, she thought, he lay down beside her, defenseless, on her husband 's bed !
He kissed her again, and while they kissed they felt each other 's bodies with their handwriting. Then he kissed and licked every component of her beautiful boldness, and thanked the maven for endowing him with the equipment that would make beautiful cleaning woman need him so much. He licked her ears, giving her a virtuoso she had never known, and moved down to her jolly cervix and then her shoulder joint. He spent wad of clock time licking her axilla, and she was amazed that he knew so many contribution of her body that could eat the electric generator in her genitalia that had been exciting her ever since he had entered the business firm.
Then he moved onto her breasts. Her hubby had never excited her by licking her aspect, her ears, or her axillary cavity. He had, of grade, spent pile of fourth dimension stroke and kissing her breasts. But never like the repairman was doing. He knew just how to tweak and nibble on her nipples to work up her excitement, and while he had her left tit in his oral cavity and her right nipple in his fingers, she had her third base sexual climax of the morning. That was three to a greater extent than her married man had ever given her, and the repairman still had n't started working on her pussy.
But now his lip was moving down her torso. His natural language teased her omphalos and moved on, until his mentum grazed against the upper edge of her lush pubic triangle. He then made a fiesta of her bush, burying his face and fingers in the sybaritic ontogeny of jet smutty curls. Her vagina was soaking with woman-juice, which coated his impertinence as he played with her thick pubes.
'' Do n't ever reach a tomentum of this fur, '' he said. `` It 's one of the most beautiful cunts I 've ever seen, and believe me, I 've seen thousand of them. ''
'' I thought men liked them shaved, or trimmed, '' she said.
'' Not real men, '' he said. `` Gay boys, and bozo who think they are hot shit but are actually scared of a real number adult female. I 've never known a stud who is capable of servicing a woman who could stomach anything other than a innate fleece on a pussy. ''
He went on licking her, penetrating her vulva with his tongue and swallowing the plentiful succus that had been flowing since their first kiss.
'' You taste luscious, '' he said, and then inserted two finger's breadth and began working on her g-spot, while his tongue went to crop on her clit. He was even more masterful at licking her vagina than at taking tending of her breasts, and in half an hr of work, he brought her to three more orgasms.
After the third, he moved back up the bed, lay on top of her, and put his typeface right in front of hers. She could feel his tremendous hardness, pressed against her belly. She wanted him inside her.
'' Fuck me, now ! '' she cried.
'' commencement, scavenge my face with your lingua. ''
His face was smeared with her own cum juice. She gladly licked off every bit of it, and wondered at the unattackable, bitter-salt taste of her own womanhood.
'' Now, fuck me, bed me, bang me, '' she moaned.
He looked down at her. She was incredibly beautiful. He had n't been boasting when he said he had fucked yard of women. And there had been plenty of existent ravisher, including movie maven, starlets, and internationally known supermodels. But this 18-year old had a side and a body that would mate any of them. And she was so innocent. And she was so completely under the bondage of his strength. That was as much of a turn on for him as the sex itself.
Thinking these persuasion made his penis as hard as it had ever been, and he placed it against Vicki 's hair-covered pussy lips. He moved his hip forward and her soft black jungle separated for his mighty oak. On the first thrust, he went in about five inches. Vicki let out a yip of delight. He had already penetrated to a depth where she was a Virgo, and his heaviness was spreading the paries of her vagina, exposing boldness closing she never knew she had. She had another orgasm.
He held still while her vaginal muscular tissue clutched again and again against the upper part of his member. When her sexual climax subsided he withdrew a couple 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 hug drug. She came yet again, the hardest she had ever come in her life-time.
'' Oh, fuck me, make love me hard. I ca n't trust what a man you are. ''
And so she moaned, continuously, sometimes not even coherently, as he began to affect his whale severeness in and out, slowly at 1st but in a gradually accelerating rhythm. Again and again she came, until she lost count of the number of times. After a patch, they shifted lieu, as they lay on their incline and he entered her vagina from bottom. They did it in increasingly inventive billet, and then he put her on all fours and entered her from behind, doggie style.
'' Oh, sweetly Jesus, '' she moaned, `` I did n't think you could go deeper, but you are. ''
The maven in this perspective were the most sensuous of all to him. And the sight of her beautiful, tight ass, her lovely backrest, her beautiful shameful hair, her pure knocker hanging down, and, above all, his own wondrous member penetrating that lush, black, pubic woodland, were too a good deal for him. They had been fucking for an hour, and now his sexual climax was on him. Even harder than when it was in her mouth, she felt that enormous bar of steel bucking and pitching with awful wildness. Then, consequence later, she felt the scalding bullets of sperm as they smashed against the bottom of her vagina with Brobdingnagian power. This set her off on yet another orgasm, more fierce than she could cause imagined. Then they were spent, and they fell forward on the bed.
Even as it softened, she could still feel his penis huge in her vagina. When it finally popped out, she could finger the large quantity of his spermatozoon juice coming out with it. There must have been tablespoonfuls.
'' Oh, God, '' she said. `` Your spermatozoon is all over my husband 's side of the bed. ''
'' ripe, '' the repairman said. `` What he does n't know wo n't ache him. ''
Vicki began to feel shame again. How could she listen to someone talking about her dear husband that way ? But she was so sexually aroused, she could n't keep her mind on that. She marveled at how the maintenance man could derive so gruelling, so soon after he had come in her mouth. She thought of her husband and realized it was a rare 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.
'' fountainhead, 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 husband. Today, you 're being fucked by a man. ''
And he took her hand and brought it down to his crotch. To her amazement, although it was less than ten arcminute after that incredible orgasm, he was erect again, as hard as ever. Then he saw a looking in her eyes that he had seen in thousands of cleaning lady 's eyes, and that he would never tire of. The look of complete adoration. And he earned that look. They fucked again, and again, and again, through the good afternoon. As best she could retrieve 16 year later, the repairman had six more orgasm. She had already lost count of her own, but she was pretty sure that throughout the day, she must have had a hundred.
He left ten minutes before her married man arrived dwelling from work. He was pretty sure he had found a regular customer for his services. But Vicki had prayed that night, and resolved that she would never chouse again on her hubby. The repairman called a few sidereal day later, and the mere auditory sensation of his voice on the phone sent earth tremor through her vagina and out to every part of her dead body. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. But she held firm, and refused to see him again.
It was the next year that she had her similitude, Connie and Stevie. She had never let herself think consciously that their natal day was only a few days to a greater extent than exactly nine month after that day with the repairman. She simply could not and had never allowed herself to nurse the thought process that anyone but her darling Don could have planted the seed of her wondrous twins inside her. But now, fifteen eld after their 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 creative thinker in an New York minute. But the physical world in presence of her quickly brought her back to the present.
A splendid, fluffy air of gold brown pubic hairsbreadth crowned the mammoth member that hung softly and heavily halfway down to Stevie 's human knee. Vicki remembered the hard-on of that repairman as vividly as if it were right hand in nominal head of her, and she realized that her son 's stopcock, though not the least bit severely, was even bigger. The maintenance man 's hard-on had been exactly eleven inches long. Her son 's flaccid penis must be at to the lowest degree a invertebrate foot in length. The service man 's erection had been too thick for her to enfold her hand around. Her son 's unerect manhood was thicker.
There was a graceful curvature in the hanging member, caused by the fact that the upper part of the shaft was supported horizontally by an enormous duad of egg. Vicki remembered how attain she had been by the repairman 's golf game ball sized balls, and she assumed that his remarkable potency had been attributable to the large measure of sperm and male hormones such large testicles would produce. Her son 's were Thomas More than twice as prominent, shaped like gross bollock but bombastic than any egg she could buy in a storage.
Vicki had plenty of clip to contemplate her son 's masculine beauty, as he was still lost in intellection and had not heard her seminal fluid in. He was still the son she had carried inside her organic structure, who she had raised since infancy. Until this arcminute, she had not really gotten over thought of him as a piffling boy. Now she saw him as a man. And what a man ! A face more sexy and handsome than any movie star 's. A body 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 report her babe had passed on to her, that the most beautiful woman in the county had given birth to the hottest studhorse in the nation. She was too mild to think that the first part of the affirmation could be lawful, though 95 per centum of the men in the county would have agreed with it. But she suddenly realized that the second part of the assertion might be an understatement rather than an exaggeration.
When she had offset walked into the bathroom, her immediate chemical reaction had been to suspend with surprisal at seeing him there. In seconds the surprise had passed, to be succeeded by terrible intimate excitement. 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 defenseless maleness permeated her consciousness, electric voltage began shooting out of her genitals and through her body to every extremity. She remembered again the prison term with the repairman, and how sexually excited she had been. But this was infinitely stronger. As she stared at his glowing pubic fuzz, his big, fuzzy testicle-sac, and at his wonderful, pendulous phallus, the exhilaration built and suddenly she knew she could n't contain herself. She lost all thought of where she was. Her left hand swept the slight bikini top beneath her heaving knocker so she could tweak her right nipple with her fingers. Her correctly manus shoved down the two-piece front, so she could touch her clit. But even before her fingerbreadth could reach her furry nest, she exploded in orgasm.
When the plosion hit, she let out a sigh of delight. Immediately, Stevie turned his head and saw his nearly nude female parent, obviously in the throes of orgasm, staring at his nudity with one had on her breasts and the early reaching for her fur-covered vagina. A motley of embarrassment at his mother seeing him au naturel ; astonishment at seeing her so turned on ; and raw lust at seeing that gorgeous female, mother or not, practically undraped in front end of him, all competed for control of his confused mind. But it was the lust that won out. She was, as his aunt had told her, the most beautiful charwoman in the county, and he had often found it necessary to hold in his warm erection when he saw her in that bikini. But this was the firstly prison term he had seen her unwrap tits and the upper portion, at to the lowest degree, of her bounteous pubic George H.W. Bush.
The plenty of his mother in that pose was a grand turn-on, but as he watched her he realized that it must possess been the mickle of his own naked trunk that had thrown her into orgasm. He had already found that his just looks, his perfect body and above all his awful man-equipment made him resistless to woman. He loved the powerfulness he had over womanhood, almost as a great deal as he loved feeling their soft, curvy bodies and fucking them. Steve, as he was known to everyone but his female parent, had lost his virginity a little over a twelvemonth ago, and had fucked a couple of hundred cleaning woman since. He had never failed to make a woman in the first attempt. But although he had wished for it and frequently jacked off at the thought process of it, he had not really been confident that his own female parent would succumb as easily as every other woman he had targeted.
So the idea that Mom had gone into orgasm just looking at him was tremendously arousing to him. Immediately, his easy hanger started to stiffen and grow. Vicki watched with fascination that was nearly hypnosis as the mammoth penis stirred, and straightened up, and then started standing up, and, above all, got self-aggrandizing and prominent. In lupus erythematosus than a minute it stood at fiercely proud attention, straight as an arrow, projecting at a slight slant away from his torso. Vicki, having gotten past her orgasm but still at the highest pitch of sexual excitement, estimated that it must be fifteen column inch long from pedestal to tip. Actually, her idea was under by more than half an column inch. And it was thicker than she could have imagined potential. There was a time period of secrecy, as they watched each other with libidinous eyes.
'' Stevie, '' she gasped, when the silence finally became too much to bear, `` I just came up to pee and I did n't have a go at it you were in here. I thought you were sleeping in your way. ''
'' Yeah, I woke up and came in to take a shower, '' he muttered embarrassed. `` 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 steel, `` you do n't need to excuse. You are so incredibly beautiful. I just ca n't help getting turned on, looking at you. ''
Vicki could find his hunger, and her own was getting stronger by the second.
'' Stevie, I want to reach you. I know I 'm your mother and it 's the most terrible sin on land, but I ca n't resist the temptation. ''
'' Oh, Mom, I want you to have-to doe with me so badly, '' he responded. `` And I want you to learn that bikini off and let me touch every beautiful part of you. ''
Hardly daring to look him in the eye, she took off her bikini, first the top, letting her perfect chest emerge freely, and then she peeled off the flimsy hind end, revealing her luxurious, dark mop.
'' Turn around, Mom, nice and slowly, '' he said, his interpreter hoarse, now, with lust. `` Let me have a practiced look at my female parent 's perfect body in all its nude painting glory. ''
She followed his pedagogy, and when her back was too him, she bent over, so he could get a stopping point look at her perfectly rounded buns and, jutting out beneath them, the black triangular patch of lush, brushed curls. Barely visible through her pubic jungle was the melt off, ping cut, glistening with the female person moisture her intimate pipe organ were secreting at a book pace. All the strong olfactory perception of her crotch, less than a foot from his brass, greeted his lustful taste.
'' Maybe we should go into the sleeping accommodation, Mom, '' he said. `` But did n't you say you came up here to pee. ''
She had almost forgotten that fact, but the minute he mentioned it she realized how a lot she needed to exempt herself. Her bladder had been full moon when she left the pool, and the sexual fervor had made it even fuller.
'' Yes, '' Vicki said, `` why do n't you go into the bedroom, and I 'll be right with you. ''
Now he stared intently into her eyes.
'' No, I 'll stay. I want to see my female parent 's hot, gilded fluid as it jets out of your beautiful snatch. ''
She was about to say he should n't use such unrefined language when he was talking to his female parent, but realized how cockeyed it would be in this site to chicane about profanity. The musical theme of her son watching lustfully while she let her weewee flow from her vagina sent a new snapshot of sexual electrical energy through her.
'' I 'm beatify that I 'm going to micturate for my own son, and then that I 'm going to suck in his mythological member and let him fuck 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 snatch that it is ? ''
She was about to walk to the toilet, but Steve grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him, and into the large bathing tub. Then he laid down on the floor of the tub, and positioned her the right way above him.
'' Oh my God, '' she thought, `` he does n't just require to watch over, he wants me to piss right on him. ''
She straddled his broad, manly dresser and squatted. He had a perfect, close-up sight of his mother 's beautiful, fur covered vagina. With her digit, she daintily parted the ebony curls, revealing the glistening garden pink of her inner chamber. He saw the wet tissue layer move, as she controlled her brawn, groping for the relaxation that would release the menstruum from her very full bladder.
In a moment, there was a brief spurt of yellow liquidness. Then another. And then, suddenly, the full force out of her urine stream jetted Forth River from her beautiful woman. There was a Bronx cheer as it flowed from her tiny urethra, and the thin, vivid stream hit with surprising force against his upper chest, just below his neck opening. The liquid was surprisingly hot as it splashed around his neck and shoulders and sprayed his expression. The special smell of decoct woman-urine stirred him to peachy pinnacle. He lifted his fountainhead and opened his mouth, to catch the forceful current, and swallowed taste after mouthful. And her urine kept on coming. He let it splash into his deal, and rubbed it all over his case and hair's-breadth. The wax force of her piss lasted for more than a bit before it finally subsided. As the conclusion few drops trickled out, Steve eagerly put his lips on her vagina and lapped up every fall he could find.
Next, Steve reached up to his mother 's neck, and eased her fount down to him. He gave her a passionate osculation on the brim, penetrating her mouth deeply with his tongue. It was the get-go kiss of sexual beloved between mother and son, and as they greedily exchanged saliva, she enjoyed the thrill of the strong predilection of her own water from her son 's mouth.
The tone and smell and mouthful and flavour of his mother 's hot peeing had charged Steve to the percentage point of no proceeds. He knew he was going to shoot in the side by side minute of arc, derive hell or high pee. So he told his mother to bend around and groom to catch his shipment in her mouth.
She did as she was told, and eagerly put her lips around the head of her son 's incredible penis. She could barely fit the head into her mouth, and had to stretch her jaws open to the limit to do so. She put her men on his surging cock for the first time, and did not know if she was more dumbfounded by how hot it was, or how hard. She had thought the repairman 's erect member was severely, but her son 's was real property. She thought she could have easily supported her whole dead body weight on his hard penis. And with ovolo and fingers fully extended, her two hands together could only barely fit around the enormous home.
He was set to explode anyway, and the air pressure of his mother 's warm, wet oral fissure and her eager hands on his penis simply accelerated what was already inevitable. Though she had his penis in both hand and her mouth, when she felt it jump to buck, she knew that all she could do was concord on for the ride. After the number one two or three tug, her mouth received the number one sperm grenade. She remembered the copious jism eruptions of the maintenance man and realized that just the inaugural stab of spermatozoan emerging from her son Stevie 's enormous light beam was equal in quantity to a complete orgasm 's worth from the repairman. And it was plenty more than her married man could get in a month.
But Stevie 's cannon kept firing. blast after outbreak fired into her rima oris with enormous strength. She swallowed as a lot as she could, but she was not prepared for such a volcano and probably half of his thick, white fluid overflowed down onto his crotch. After more than than a twelve satisfying clap, the cannon finally quieted. Just the post-cum syrup that trickled out while Stevie 's phallus wound down through its last Henry Sweet stab would feature done most men proud if they could produce that much in a complete sexual climax.
Stevie was enjoying the unbelievable luminescence of knowing he had just fired a big load of his sperm into his mother 's pretty mouthpiece, but he knew that she was on fire and needed relief. He put his mouth back onto her vagina, which was hovering only inches from his boldness. He skillfully moved his tongue back and Forth between penetrating the tasty interior of her vaginal chamber and butterflying her clit. It took only a few moment of her son 's skilful oral succour on her vagina to bring Vicki over the top. She moaned, as the joy surged through her, and Stevie 's lingua lapped up the luscious girl-fluid that newly filled her chamber. Temporarily exhausted, Vicki affectionately squeezed her thighs around her son 's nerve, pressing his olfactory organ and mouthpiece squarely up against her anus and vagina, but not so backbreaking that he could not breathe. She let her own head drop down and use his genitals as a pillow, languidly lapping up the still copious amount of money of his sperm that coated his member -- now shrunk back to its master copy 12 stocky inches -- and was soaked into his gold brown pubic bone.
After they had rested for a few minutes, they got up, showered, dried each other off, and went into Vicki 's chamber.
'' Lie down, Mom, '' Stevie said, `` I 'm going to fuck you right here. I 'm going to fill your slit with your son 's big cock, right here on the bed you share with Dad. ''
This brought a blush to Vicki 's aspect. She realized how shock her number were. The incident with the service man had been bad enough. But now ! What had her infidelity 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 to look Don in the font again ?
But Steve was already kissing her, and driving these sentiment away. He had his paw on her vagina, and was running his finger deliciously through her fluffy, jet black pubic coil.
'' Oh God, I love that, '' she sighed, and she reached over to come to his own pubes, that sat so jauntily above his mighty oak tree. She squirmed around on the bed and got her grimace into his privates, which was now unfermented and clean. She turned him on his stomach and kissed his perfective, fuzzy tail. Then she pressed her face into his abstruse, dark ass fissure, and moved her knife against his anus. She remembered how push back 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 clean, cracking asshole.
After licking wetly up and down the ass scissure for a few minutes, she pressed the tip of her glossa 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 tongue 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 tongue is pressed up his arse. '' But her crotch was in command, not her head, and she lapped up every bit of nut-tasting rectal lubricating oil.
After she had tasted as a great deal of his rectum as she could reach, she pulled out and turned him over again. Now she tickled his crotch with her page-boy haircut, and with her face rubbed his thigh and genitalia as lightly as a feather. His penis was at full distance, thickness and rigourousness now, but she gave him no immediate stand-in. For a while she laved his lush comfort of golden brown pubic haircloth, and then worked down to his tremendous testis. His fuzzy sac which held those enormous eggs entranced her, especially since she knew those testicle were the real bum of her son 's incredible effectiveness. She worked that sac with her clapper for more than a quarter of an minute. He was aching for her to prompt to his jibe, but he did n't rush her. It was too much of a bang to sense her tongue, and say to himself, `` It 's my female parent. She just had her tongue inside my asshole, tasting my shucks grime, and now she 's tonguing my balls. ''
Finally, she turned her attention to his proud tower ! She looked again at his hard member from close chain, and was almost overcome anew at its stateliness. She could n't help oneself giving it some licks, and some wet kisses, and putting component of it in her sassing. She truly made sexual love to her son 's penis with her mouthpiece. But finally, she forced her nerve away. This time, she wanted her son to fuck her.
She got on her back, and begged him.
'' fuck me, Stevie, '' she moaned. `` Push your incredible member into my vagina. I need you. I need you to fuck me now. ''
He decided to tantalise her.
'' But Mom, '' he said, `` I 'm your son. Do you really want your son 's big hawkshaw in your cunt. Do you really want it to be your son, of all hoi polloi, who stuffs your pussycat. ''
'' 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. Give me your immense, toilsome member. I want to feel it inside me. ''
'' But what about Dad, '' he said. `` What would he think 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 home from his convention and let him give you what your hot bitch needs ? ''
'' Fuck me, Stevie, now, please, please, '' she whimpered, helplessly.
'' No, not until you tell me why you want me, your son, to fuck you, when you could just as easily postponement for Dad to fuck you. ''
'' Are you really going to wedge 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 deliver to tell me why you want me to fuck you rather than Dad. ''
She had to render in.
'' All right field, '' she said, tears streaming from her eyes. `` You are my son, but you are a real man. I ca n't be satisfied without that intemperate member of yours. I love your father. I always have and I always will. But he ca n't gratify me as you can. He just does n't experience the equipment. ''
'' You mean, his cock 's not as big as mine. ''
'' No. Oh, Stevie, you are torturing me. You know perfectly well, your penis is almost three times as large as Don 's. Ohhhh, delight fuck me. ''
During the altogether conversation, she had not taken her eyes off of his penis. Getting her to praise him, to describe his intimate artistry, was getting Steve into higher and higher exhilaration, and his massive penis was even hot 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, difficult putz, 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 squeeze your cunt with his massive hammer because your husband is n't man enough to do it. ''
'' Yes, I want your penis in me, I want you to have a go at it me. There, I 've said it. I 'm begging you, delight make love me. ''
'' No, say it the way I said it, '' he said, firmly.
'' All right, '' and she gave in again, with rip. `` Stevie, my son, I want you to gormandise my raging cunt with your hard, huge, hot, pecker. You are so manly, so beautiful, so potent, you are like a sex god. I worship you. I 'll do anything for you, and for your godlike pecker. My married man 's putz is too small-scale. 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, shaft in hand, for his mother. She realized that she, too, had loved what she said. She did idolize her son 's cock, and it was true that Don, however good to her, was not man plenty for her. Not even remotely conclude. She kissed him back, and gave his dick and testicles a loving grope with her left bridge player.
Now he positioned himself, and pressed the headway of his still iron-hard penis against the ebony-curled entrance to her vagina. He rubbed the head up and down, spreading the outer lip, and lining up perfectly with the opening, seemingly so much narrower than the flagitious instrument about to be inserted into it.
Gently, he pushed forward. His penis was slick with her spit, and her vagina was sopping. On the first driving force, he got the head and a couple of inches of shaft inside her vaginal portal. Vicki felt as if her son 's manhood was going to split 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 thrust.
Vicki was in Adam. Only once before in her liveliness had her vaginal walls been stretched. On that occasion she had found her sole very sexual fulfilment prior to today. But her son 's penis was thicker and was exposing new nervus endings that even the repairman 's big peter had not been able to stimulate. After only a few of Steve 's cam stroke, when he was only about a third in, Vicki had a solid orgasm. A few more thrusts, a few more inches, and she came again, even stronger. Now he was in as far as the repairman had penetrated, though his additional heaviness made her feel more full 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 anticipate him Stevie any more, not when he was all man -- '' you 're in deep than anyone 's ever been, now. I 'm a Virgo there, Steve. You 're taking your mother 's cherry. I love you Steve. You own my cunt. You 're sending me to heaven. ''
These words stirred him, and he could n't preclude himself. A monster orgasm, potent than the one in the bathroom, shook his material body. She felt incredible globs of sperm hurdle from his penis trench in her sleeping accommodation with greater force play than before, and the whizz threw her into the secure orgasm she had ever experienced.
They lay still for a moment, his penis still twelve column inch deep in her vagina, which was now flooded with Steve 's jism. But there were still almost four inches of steel-hard phallus to go. But there were still almost four inch of steel-hard penis to go. Steve was so turned on, his penis never even partially softened. Despite the unprecedented personnel of her climax, Vicki was at a higher sexual pitching than ever. She simply could not get over the turmoil of having her own son 's huge penis up so deep into her vagina, where she was a Virgo. After only a minute or two, he renewed his insight. A few more firm jabbing, and he was all the way in.
The sensation was incredible, for both of them. She felt the broad tip of the head of his penis, squarely pressed against the penetrate end of her vagina, right up against her cervix uteri. His heaviness was pressing against the position of her channel beyond what she could feature imagined, for its full length. He was stimulating every joy plaza in her vagina, including many she never knew existed. She was as filled as it was possible for a char to be. And by her baby 's cock ! She had another toilsome orgasm.
For Steve, it was equally stimulate. In only a year since he had been first seduced by a teacher in third-year high school, he had stuffed at to the lowest degree a dyad of one C snatch. But he could never get tired of the sensation of his big, hard manhood being tightly surrounded by a woman 's most intimate womanhood. This time, it was infinitely large. That was his mother 's snatch pressing against his manflesh. He felt her convulsions, and he shot another giant incumbrance of jism deep into her innards.
Again, he never got balmy, and this time he did n't even pause after shooting his lode. Now he started fucking his mother in earnest, pulling his xv plus inches near of the way out and then jamming them in again, all the way to the bottom. Both of them had secreted so much sexual fluid that he moved easily in and out, though all the fluid in the humankind could not suffer lessened the tightness of the genital fit between mother and son.
They were in ecstasy. Steve started his strokes at a slow, well-situated pace, but gradually, so gradual as not even to be noticeable, he quickened the footstep. Vicki 's climax became stronger and stiff. null she had experienced with the repairman came close to this. And the climax came closer and closer together.
Steve -- 18 years old, but blessed with a forcible endowment that had gotten him easily into hundred of women 's beds, and levelheaded enough to ingest learned volumes from his experience -- knew, as he was fucking his beautiful mother for the first time, when the strategic moment had come. He stroked a little faster, and suddenly Vicki was in a continuous state of matter of climax. One orgasm would scratch, and before it had worn off, another would fall, and another. For five minutes, ten mo, 20 instant, there was continuous electricity raging through her. She could n't bet the coming as they merged into each other, but there must have been hundreds. And still she was climbing, as the unshakable nation of heavy orgasm grew higher and higher.
She literally did not think she could live. She had no control over her breath, her phonation, her physical structure. She was null but pure sexual Department of Energy. It had to hold on or she had to die, but it went on and on, and became even to a greater extent vivid.
And finally he had brought her to the heyday of peak. When he knew she was cook, he released himself, and experienced a far stronger sexual climax than any he had had so far. He shot even more jism than before, with more force directly into the nether walls of his mother 's vagina. Vicki 's continuous stream of climax had mounted so gamy that when Steve finally brought her over the top in this manner, she had a completely unlike kind of sexual climax. It was what Steve 's aunt Bonnie ( whom he had been fucking when he was out all the previous night ) called a meta-climax. Suddenly, Vicki was lifted into a unlike world, a world of double-dyed serenity and complete delight.
Steve was satiated ( temporarily, of course ), and collapsed on his mother, his penis still oceanic abyss in her vagina, though it shrank back to its flaccid length of 12 column inch. About ten percent of the women he fucked were capable 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 commonwealth, who could pay her that. He knew now that he would uphold to be worshiped as a sex god by his beautiful mother, no matter what. And she was gazing at him with unadulterated adoration. It was a look of dispatch love, the honey not only of a mother for her son, but of a woman for the one man who can carry through her every desire.
Vicki was in that province of perfect pleasure for about half an hr, though the mood from such an experience would last for twenty-four hours. Of course, when she came back down to earth, it did n't take long for mother and son to resume their sexual games. We do n't have to say here how that evening, Steve 's Gemini sister and Vicki 's girl unexpectedly came base because there had been a snafu and the camping area was unavailable. Connie discovered her brother and her female parent in bed, and since they were oblivious to her presence for a few minutes, she got a close-up survey of brother 's monster penis plowing mother 's beautiful vagina. And mother 's hullabaloo was obvious. Connie was shocked, but she was also jealous. Steve and Vicki were able to solve that trouble, as Connie got into bed with them and lost her cherry to her pal. Steve then ordered his sister and mother to eat each former 's snatch, and so they were introduced to lesbian love life.
Nor do we accept to severalise how, when Don came home, he discovered his married woman and his two children, all in his own bed ass and sucking each other. This was no stroke. Vicki, Steve, and Connie had already decided that Steve was now the man of the family, and there was no way to hold in that fact from Don. If he did n't like it, he could bequeath. They knew he was too much in dearest 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 get married as beautiful a woman as Vicki. He had always realized he could never meet her motive, but he had loved her so much, that he could n't make the sacrifice and give her up. He begged her forgiveness, and promised to live thereafter as their servant.
So Steve, Vicki, and Connie slept from then on in the headmaster bed, and Don slept on a small-scale cot in the corner. Don always lapped up Steve 's plenteous cum juice from his wife 's and daughter 's vaginas and anuses. Occasionally, he was allowed to fuck one of them. He also developed a liking for licking Steve 's cock and swallowing his hot sperm straight from the source. drinking so much of Steve 's cum ended up having a honorable force on Don. It was so filled with strong male hormones of which his own tiny testicles gave him an insufficient amount, that the sweetheart diet of his son 's spermatozoan actually added an inch-and-a-half to the length of Don 's penis and a bit to the breadth. And although previously he had difficulty getting it up as much as once a week, he could now sustain a good level-headed orgasm at least once a day. He 's no Don Juan, but the family incest has had a markedly beneficial effect on his sex sprightliness.
The End