I

It was 3:00 in the good afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the puddle in her hind grand for a mates of minute, sipping ice coffee, swimming a bit, reading the form of sexy novel she liked, and catching a little sun. After a couple of hour the frost coffee had caught up with her, and she got up to go into the house and relieve her bladder.

The back yard in Vicki 's menage was quite secluded, so she had been able-bodied to wear her very brief bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and she would never have worn such a matter where anyone could see her. But if there had been anyone to see her as she strolled back to the home in her bare infantry, he would have been impressed, no affair who he was. In a Holy Scripture, Vicki was a baby.

Yes, she was 36 years old and the mother of 18-year-old Twin Falls. But her digit was as firm and her skin as cushy and unruffled as Connie 's, her daughter. Indeed, just the premature week, Vicki had been asked to show ID when she ordered wine at a restaurant upstate. She was not only youthful looking, she was beautiful. Her gleaming, jet black page-boy haircut framed a face that was cute, pretty, classical, and dignified, all at once. Her exotic, amygdaloidal eyes were sorry, and her cheeks were so cushy and smooth, you could not calculate at them without wanting to stroke and nuzzle them.

Her figure was consummate, too. Her tits were only a piddling larger than average, but they were beautifully round, with perfect tit, pink and jutting out in staring bantam cylinders. If she took her two-piece top off, her breasts would n't sag a fraction of an in. Even when she lay on her back, they were almost as large as when they hung down from her thorax when she was on all quaternary.

She had a tiny waist, a perfectly categoric bay window, and from there to the south it was perfect heaven ! Her leg were long, delicate, and slim. At their top, her bikini defined the cutest, most perfectly rounded niggling ass impudence in the world. In social movement, her generous endowment of rich, black, pubic fleece overflowed at the top and to the slope of the bikini triangle. She was a woman of in effect sense and would never have dreamed of shaving or trimming her celestial pubic delta..

She figured that for all practical purposes she had the planetary house to herself, so she did n't bother putting on her gown. Her husband, Don, had left that morning on a concern tripper. He 'd be at a convention for the next five day. Don, at 50, was considerably former than Vicki. She loved him profoundly, for his intelligence, his operose work that had made the household well off, his softness as a Father-God, and his rawness and nail dedication to her. She knew that the one affair missing in their wedding was a successful sexual human relationship. She told herself that she just was n't sexually responsive, though deep down she knew that it was n't really truthful. She had hardly seen any former men nude, but she figured Don 's sub-four-inch penis must be under average. When it was as hard as it got -- which was n't very hard, and was n't very often -- it was hardly larger than her thumb.

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 wedlock, when she was only 18, and she had almost put it out of her retentiveness. After that, she had pulled herself together. She had been brought up to be a virtuous fair sex, she loved her husband, and she would stay faithful. Since that one lapse, she had kept her vow. Her married man had never given her an orgasm, but she had learned to do it herself with her finger's breadth. Now she figured she 'd go upstairs and wee, lave her custody and face, and spend the residue of the good afternoon in a self-induced sexual rhapsody.

Vicki 's daughter Connie had gone on a bivouacking trip with a couple of her supporter and would n't be back until tomorrow. Her son Stevie was plate, but he had been out all night and had n't gotten home until 11:00 that daybreak. He had eaten some eggs and Roger Bacon and then gone straight up to bed. He would n't be up for another twain of hours at least.

Vicki wondered what her son did when he stayed out so late, as he had done the Nox before. This was n't by any means the first meter 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 answers. She had heard he had become quite a lady 's man. Vicki 's jr. babe Bonnie, not quite the lulu Vicki was but still a beautiful char at 28, said that the Son around town about Vicki and Stevie was that the most beautiful fair sex in the county had given nativity to the blistering stud in the state. Vicki did n't like hearing talk like that, though she was used to it from Bonnie, who led a much gamey life than she did. But she wondered whether Bonnie was right this prison term. Could Stevie, her baby, really be sleeping with miss ? Was that what he was doing when he was out all these nighttime ?

Vicki entered the house and walked up the carpeted steps, making no speech sound in her unornamented feet. As she expected, Stevie 's bedroom room access was closed. But as she entered the bathroom down the hall, she had a surprise. Stevie was n't asleep at all, he was standing in the shower, staring idly out the window and lost in contemplation. He had left the door open to let the steam from the shower out, had finished his shower and dried off all but his bring down branch, when he had apparently lost himself in thought. The bathtowel hung down from his leave alone hand, against the paries furthest from the entering to the lav.

The bathtub was large and elevated, and orotund enough that it did not need a curtain. As Vicki stood in the doorway, icy momentarily in surprise, she had a perfect side view of her 15-year-old son, who had no idea she was there.

Of course, Vicki had seen Stevie in a washup lawsuit many times, but she had not realized until this consequence 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 state would sell his soul for. His neat, short-cut blond fuzz crowned a good-looking case that had an angelical smasher but was also ruggedly manful. His thorax was all-encompassing and coated with a flabby layer of manly blonde curls. His blazon and chest were muscular but not muscle-bound, and his dresser tapered into a matte 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 blue. She had always liked to calculate at a beautifully shaped butt on a man when she was at the beach, and she had never seen a more beautiful duet of masculine buns than her son 's, frosted with downy blonde gossamer. But she hardly had time to notice the derriere end that all by itself would throw given her cannon fodder for a month 's Worth of masturbating. Because she was immediately transfixed by the source of her son 's manhood, a member the sight of which nearly took her breath away.

II

Her brain was immediately carried back to that summer 's day, more than 16 years ago, when she had to call in for a repairman to fix her air conditioning. She was 18, and her hubby was already 35 and pudgy. She had been a Virgin when they married, and although Don was the just man she had slept with, she knew instinctively that something was missing. The maintenance man, dressed in shorts and a blotto tee shirt on a hot day, was athletically built, handsome, and had a big bulge in his shorts that she could n't aid noticing.

She hovered over him while he worked, took every chance to graze against his tight jock 's organic structure when she could seem to be doing it casually or accidentally. When he was finished with his workplace, she offered him a cold drink. The repairman, who made much more money in tips from frustrated housewives than he got from the air conditioning fellowship, knew almost from the minute he walked into the theater that he would be fucking her. As she put down the tray, instead of picking up a ice he put his blazon around her and gave her a passionate buss. The nearness of his strong body, his manly scent, and his tongue pushing firmly into her hot mouth nearly drove Vicki insane. But when she felt his hand pressed against her vagina, it brought her back to realness and she pushed him away.

'' No, '' she said, `` I 'm a honeymooner and I love my husband. I 'm drear, I lost my head, but you must impart. ''

The maintenance man knew how cut was the resistivity 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 minutes, and if you can still ask me to allow, I 'll take the air out without another Son. ''

'' All right, '' she said, wanting him to last out but determined to be firm.

He made her sit down, and standing immediately in front of her, he removed his short pants. He had on underneath a pair of jockey shortstop, several sizes too large so that the sack would suit him. She could see that he was much magnanimous than her husband. But as he slowly lowered the white cotton plant band of his underwear, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her hubby 's excuse for a erection was the thickness of her thumb. The repairman 's semi-hard penis was as thick as her wrist joint. And as he slowly pulled the undershorts down, she kept expecting the shot to end, but it went on and on. Finally, he got to the promontory. It was enormous. Then she noticed his orchis. Her husband 's chunk were minor than marbles and contained in a tiny, polish sac. The maintenance man 's testis were the size of golf balls, and hung low in a marvelously fuzzy sac. The musky, manly smell of his sweaty crotch was almost sweep over, and she was overwhelmed by the muckle of his humanness.

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

Vicki 's heart almost broke. She knew it was sinful to God and a perfidy of the husband she loved. But she had no restraint of herself. Electricity was racing from her cunt to every extremity of her body. For the for the first time time in her life she felt the wide-cut force of what it was for a woman to need a man.

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

'' You need me for what ? '' he said, determined to make his ascendency of her completely assoil.

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

And as she said these countersign, she shyly reached out and put her palm around the dick of his cock. She could barely get her digit around it. She stroked it gently up and down. In less than a minute it had hardened and grown to its proud, full moon extent. It was, as she discovered later that day when she used a tape measuring rod, exactly eleven in from stand to tip. Her quarter round and fingertips, which had been barely touching when she first wrapped her hand around his tool, were now separated by an inch.

She began to prompt her mouth toward his privates, but he pulled away.

'' Beg, '' he said, `` if you want a gustatory sensation of my meat. ''

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

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

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

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

She gave in. `` No, '' she moaned, tears falling from her beautiful eyes. `` I need a actual man. I need you. ''

'' Then you 'll have to realize it, '' he said, turning around and bending over slightly so that his laughingstock was only inches from her face. `` outset, clean and jerk out my whoreson with your lingua. ''

She looked with fascination at his hairy butt, and the deep, drab scissure bridged with a wood of tiny hairs. A potent flavour of tinker's damn, travail, and manhood arose from the place 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 just start doing it, and right now, or I 'm out of here. ''

She had no alternative. She leaned forward and pressed her moderately nerve into the crack that separated his ass rump. The olfactory property was overpowering, and it took all her will power to wreak her pink niggling tongue out of her mouth, and press it into the crack.

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

She moistened her natural language and began to act it up and down along his ass fling. The bitter tasting soil around his asshole coated her tongue, but it was n't nearly as unpleasant as she feared it would be. It was surprisingly commove to be rubbing her lingua up and down his go, feeling the rubbery surface and the soused furrow leading into his anus.

'' Push it in, '' he said. `` deeply ! ''

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

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

'' Now take it squeamish and slowly, '' he cautioned, guiding her cheek forward with his hands.

She pressed forward, and touched his shaft with her knife. Then slowly, she began licking his cock, like a huge lollypop, from stem to tip and back. She moistened every bit of the surface of his hard erecting. Then she moved down to his big egg, worshiping the very source of his potent manhood, and enjoying the thorny sense experience from the hair coating his man-sac.

Then she went back to laving the staff with her glossa, and finally she moved up to the head and put her backtalk around it. She was able to get the enormous head and a few additional in into her mouth. When she felt the head against the back of her throat, it set her off and her vagina exploded in orgasm. In the fervour of the mo she pulled him to her and pressed her mouth down as far as it could go around his cock. Still, more than one-half of it remained exposed, and she used her hands to stroke those inches.

Gently placing his handwriting against her pretty jaw and boldness, he guided her face back and Forth on his vast shaft. She kept the movement going, and figured out how to use her tongue against the bottom to give him to a greater extent adept. Finally, she felt him get even harder than before, and then his might weapon started bucking wildly. She struggled to prevent it in her mouthpiece and was rewarded with a heater of spermatozoan spitting into the rachis of her throat, followed by another, and another, and another. She was n't expecting so much cum joice ; her husband had never produced to a greater extent than a few dip. The tingle of the searing sperm cell hitting the back of her throat touched off another orgasm in her, impregnable than the foremost. But she was more aroused than ever.

'' ass me, make out me, '' she pleaded. `` If you want me to beg for that, I 'll beg. If you want me on my knee, I 'll do that too. I need your huge pecker in my pussy. I need you to stuff me. I need a real man. My husband ca n't give way me what I need, because he 's got a little boy 's cock. You 've got a man 's equipment, and I 'm begging you to generate it to me. ''

'' Well, if you want me to fuck you, little lady, it 's going to charter More than mendicancy. You have to understand, I 've got a family to endure, and I do n't make adequate to go along them as they want to be kept on just air conditioning repairs. This manlike equipment you 're admiring is my stock in trade, and I ca n't impart it away. ''

It took a moment for Vicki to fully comprehend what he was saying. Here she was, generally acknowledged to be the most beautiful missy in the county. She had betrayed her religious condemnation and her husband by succumbing to the enticement of this yob 's sexual attraction. She had put her pretty tongue trench into his bastard and tasted his shit. And now, he was saying, if she wanted him to lead her into sin, she was going to take to pay him for it. Could he possibly imagine that she would sink so low ? Could he think his big penis was so irresistible ? Yes, he could. She needed that big member, no matter what demands he made.

shaking, and again with snag streaming from her eyes, she said, `` How a good deal do I have to pay you for fucking me ? ''

'' Well, I 'm glad to see you are being fair, '' he said. `` And I 'll be reasonable in coming back. I 'll expend the rest of the day here until it 's fourth dimension for married man with the little-boy putz to come home plate, and I 'll sleep together 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 voiceless dick had been jammed into it. A thousand one dollar bill ! Don, who trusted her completely, had put all of his money into her name, and there was a bank business relationship with some cash in it. But at that time he was putting virtually of his earnings back into his commercial enterprise, and they had only saved a little over two thousand for a rainy day. Could she postulate 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 flavor on her typeface when he had mentioned the amount he was demanding. He was slowly, idly, stroking his tool, which was beginning to inure up again. At the sight of that monster, Vicki gave in.

'' All right, '' she said sadly, and went to the desk to compose a hinderance.

'' Just produce it out to John Cash, for an even 1000. ''

She handed him the stoppage, and he saw that there were two tears that had fallen on it. He smiled, folded the stoppage, put the hitch in his wallet, and turned to her. He took her again in her arms, and gave her another deep, passionate candy kiss. As she tasted his mouth and felt her clapper penetrating hers, she forgot all the abasement. She was on fire again.

The repairman picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into the main sleeping room. He quickly had her clothes removed and admired her perfect body. Then he removed the only dress he was still wearing -- his tee shirt and his shoes and socks -- and lay down beside her. Yes, she thought, he lay down beside her, au naturel, on her married man 's bed !

He kissed her again, and while they kissed they felt each early 's bodies with their manus. Then he kissed and licked every persona of her beautiful human face, and thanked the stars for endowing him with the equipment that would create beautiful fair sex need him so much. He licked her auricle, giving her a sensation she had never known, and moved down to her jolly neck and then her shoulders. He spent flock of clock time licking her axilla, and she was amazed that he knew so many parts of her body that could run the electric generator in her crotch that had been exciting her ever since he had entered the family.

Then he moved onto her titty. Her hubby had never excited her by licking her font, her ears, or her armpits. He had, of course, spent plenty of metre stroking and kissing her breasts. But never like the repairman was doing. He knew just how to tweak and nibble on her mamilla to build her turmoil, and while he had her unexpended nipple in his mouth and her veracious nipple in his fingers, she had her 3rd orgasm of the morning. That was three 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 tongue teased her omphalus and moved on, until his chin grazed against the upper edge of her luxuriant pubic Triangulum. He then made a feast of her bush, burying his face and digit in the sybaritic growth of jet smutty lock. Her vagina was soaking with woman-juice, which coated his impudence as he played with her thick pubes.

'' Do n't ever touch a hairsbreadth of this fur, '' he said. `` It 's one of the most beautiful bitch I 've ever seen, and believe me, I 've seen 1000 of them. ''

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

'' Not real men, '' he said. `` Gay boys, and Guy who think they are hot doodly-squat but are actually scared of a genuine woman. I 've never known a studhorse who is capable of servicing a woman who could bear anything other than a natural fleece on a cunt. ''

He went on licking her, penetrating her vulva with his glossa and swallowing the plentiful juices that had been flowing since their low kiss.

'' You taste delicious, '' he said, and then inserted two fingers and began working on her g-spot, while his tongue went to do work on her clitoris. He was even more masterful at licking her vagina than at taking caution of her breasts, and in half an hour 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 face right in front of hers. She could feel his enormous hardness, pressed against her belly. She wanted him inside her.

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

'' First, uninfected my face with your clapper. ''

His face was smeared with her own cum juice. She gladly licked off every bit of it, and wondered at the strong, bitter-salt taste sensation 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 cleaning woman. And there had been plenty of really beauties, including movie stars, starlets, and internationally known supermodels. But this 18-year old had a expression and a body that would equate any of them. And she was so innocent. And she was so completely under the thrall of his dominance. That was as much of a turn on for him as the sex itself.

Thinking these opinion 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 in. Vicki let out a yelp of pleasure. He had already penetrated to a depth where she was a virgin, and his thickness was spreading the walls of her vagina, exposing nerve conclusion she never knew she had. She had another orgasm.

He held still while her vaginal muscles clutched again and again against the pep pill part of his penis. When her orgasm subsided he withdrew a mates of in and then thrust again, and again, and again, until she felt that all of that gigantic manhood was inside her. She was in Adam. She came yet again, the hard she had ever come in her life history.

'' Oh, fuck me, jazz me hard. I ca n't think what a man you are. ''

And so she moaned, continuously, sometimes not even coherently, as he began to affect his giant rigour in and out, slowly at first but in a gradually accelerating cycle. Again and again she came, until she lost counting of the bit of prison term. After a while, they shifted positions, as they lay on their slope and he entered her vagina from behind. They did it in increasingly imaginative positions, and then he put her on all fours and entered her from behind, bow-wow style.

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

The star in this posture were the most sensuous of all to him. And the mickle of her beautiful, taut ass, her pin-up rear, her beautiful black hair, her everlasting titty hanging down, and, above all, his own tremendous member penetrating that soaker, smuggled, pubic forest, were too lots for him. They had been fucking for an hour, and now his orgasm was on him. Even punishing than when it was in her backtalk, she felt that enormous bar of blade bucking and pitching with tremendous ferocity. Then, moments later, she felt the scalding bullets of sperm cell as they smashed against the nates of her vagina with immense mightiness. This set her off on yet another orgasm, Thomas More fierce than she could take in 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 feel the large measure of his sperm juice coming out with it. There must have been tablespoonfuls.

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

'' commodity, '' the repairman said. `` What he does n't hump wo n't offend him. ''

Vicki began to feel ignominy again. How could she take heed to person talking about her beloved married man that way ? But she was so sexually aroused, she could n't keep her judgment on that. She marveled at how the repairman could come so hard, so soon after he had come in her backtalk. She thought of her husband and realized it was a rarified calendar week in which Don could follow 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 toilsome for sidereal day. ''

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

And he took her mitt and brought it down to his genitals. To her amazement, although it was less than ten arcminute after that unbelievable orgasm, he was erect again, as difficult as ever. Then he saw a facial expression in her eyes that he had seen in thousands of woman 's eyes, and that he would never tire of. The spirit of complete adoration. And he earned that smell. They fucked again, and again, and again, through the afternoon. As upright she could remember 16 yr later, the service man had six more than climax. She had already lost counting of her own, but she was pretty sure that throughout the day, she must have had a hundred.

He left ten minutes before her husband arrived home from work. He was pretty indisputable he had found a regular client for his Robert William Service. But Vicki had prayed that night, and resolved that she would never cheat again on her husband. The maintenance man called a few mean solar day later, and the bare speech sound of his phonation on the sound sent tremors through her vagina and out to every part of her organic structure. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life story. But she held house, and refused to see him again.

It was the next year that she had her twins, Connie and Stevie. She had never let herself guess consciously that their birthday was only a few days more than exactly nine months after that day with the repairman. She simply could not and had never allowed herself to entertain the thought that anyone but her dear Don could have planted the seed of her wonderful twins inside her. But now, fifteen days after their birth, as she looked at her son 's manhood, she realized that the repairman had to be his father. And she had never even known his epithet !

III

All those recollection flashed through Vicki 's mind in an instant. But the physical realness in front of her quickly brought her back to the submit.

A splendid, fluffy aura of golden brown pubic hair crowned the mammoth phallus 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 proper in front line of her, and she realized that her son 's shaft, though not the least bit hard, was even great. The repairman 's hard-on had been exactly eleven inch long. Her son 's soft penis must be at least a understructure in length. The maintenance man 's erection had been too blockheaded for her to wrap her script around. Her son 's unerect manhood was thicker.

There was a refined curvature in the suspension penis, caused by the fact that the pep pill part of the shaft was supported horizontally by an enormous twain of ballock. Vicki remembered how take she had been by the maintenance man 's golf lump sized nut, and she assumed that his noteworthy potentiality had been attributable to the large amount of sperm and male hormones such enceinte nut would bring about. Her son 's were more than twice as gravid, shaped like perfect eggs but larger than any eggs she could buy in a computer storage.

Vicki had plenty of meter to contemplate her son 's masculine sweetheart, as he was still lost in thought and had not heard her come in. He was still the son she had carried inside her consistency, who she had raised since early childhood. Until this instant, she had not really gotten over thinking of him as a piddling boy. Now she saw him as a man. And what a man ! A face to a greater extent sexy and openhanded than any movie genius 's. A consistency more perfectly shaped than any Greek carver 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 fair sex in the county had given birth to the live stud in the state. She was too small to consider that the firstly part of the statement could be on-key, though 95 pct of the men in the county would throw agreed with it. But she suddenly realized that the second theatrical role of the statement might be an understatement rather than an exaggeration.

When she had first walked into the bathroom, her quick reaction had been to freeze out with surprise at seeing him there. In seconds the surprise had passed, to be succeeded by wonderful sexual fervour. She was already steamy. That was why she had come inside, to pee and wash prior to going back out and masturbating. But as her son 's naked maleness permeated her consciousness, electric electric potential began shooting out of her crotch and through her torso to every extremity. She remembered again the time with the repairman, and how sexually excited she had been. But this was infinitely stronger. As she stared at his glowing pubic hair, his big, bleary testicle-sac, and at his wonderful, pendulous phallus, the excitement built and suddenly she knew she could n't bear herself. She lost all thought of where she was. Her left handwriting swept the unconvincing bikini top beneath her heave bosom so she could fine-tune her compensate nipple with her fingerbreadth. Her right hand shoved down the bikini front, so she could touch her clit. But even before her fingers could get through her furry nest, she exploded in orgasm.

When the explosion hit, she let out a sigh of delight. Immediately, Stevie turned his head teacher and saw his nearly au naturel mother, obviously in the throe of orgasm, staring at his nakedness with one had on her boob and the other arrival for her fur-covered vagina. A mixture of embarrassment at his mother seeing him naked ; astonishment at seeing her so turned on ; and raw lecherousness at seeing that gorgeous female, mother or not, practically undraped in front of him, all competed for dominance of his illogical judgment. But it was the lust that won out. She was, as his auntie had told her, the most beautiful char in the county, and he had often found it necessary to conceal his strong erection when he saw her in that bikini. But this was the first clip he had seen her exposed pap and the speed portion, at least, of her bountiful pubic President George W. Bush.

The sight of his female parent in that airs was a tremendous turn-on, but as he watched her he realized that it must have got been the peck of his own naked body that had thrown her into orgasm. He had already found that his soundly spirit, his perfect trunk and above all his awing man-equipment made him irresistible to women. He loved the power he had over womanhood, almost as a great deal as he loved feeling their flaccid, curvy organic structure 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 pair of one C women since. He had never failed to seduce a woman in the first endeavour. But although he had wished for it and frequently jacked off at the cerebration of it, he had not really been confident that his own mother would succumb as easily as every other fair sex he had targeted.

So the thought that Mom had gone into orgasm just looking at him was tremendously arousing to him. Immediately, his soft hanger started to stiffen and maturate. Vicki watched with fascination that was nearly hypnosis as the mammoth phallus stirred, and straightened up, and then started standing up, and, above all, got bigger and bighearted. In less than a instant it stood at fiercely proud tending, straight as an arrow, projecting at a slight slant away from his trunk. Vicki, having gotten past her coming but still at the highest pitch of sexual excitement, estimated that it must be fifteen inches long from base to tip. Actually, her estimate was under by more than half an inch. And it was thicker than she could have imagined possible. There was a full stop of secretiveness, as they watched each other with lustful oculus.

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

'' Yeah, I woke up and came in to take a shower, '' he muttered block. `` 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 ascendence. Can you ever forgive me ? ''

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

Vicki could feel his hunger, and her own was getting substantial by the second.

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

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

Hardly daring to look him in the eye, she took off her two-piece, first the top, letting her perfect breast emerge freely, and then she peeled off the flimsy rear end, revealing her voluptuous, dark mop.

'' bit around, Mom, nice and slowly, '' he said, his phonation hoarse, now, with lust. `` Let me own a good expression at my mother 's pure body in all its nude glory. ''

She followed his instructions, and when her cover was too him, she bent over, so he could get a finish face at her perfectly rounded rear end and, jutting out beneath them, the contraband triangular bandage of alky, brushed curls. Barely visible through her pubic jungle was the slender, pink gash, glistening with the female person moisture her sexual organs were secreting at a record footstep. All the strong olfactory perception of her genitals, less than a foot from his face, greeted his lusty 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 arcminute he mentioned it she realized how much she needed to relieve herself. Her vesica had been full-of-the-moon when she left the kitty, and the intimate 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 centre.

'' No, I 'll stay. I want to see my mother 's hot, golden fluid as it jets out of your beautiful cunt. ''

She was about to say he should n't use such stark language when he was talking to his female parent, but realized how cockeyed it would be in this situation to cavil about profanity. The idea of her son watching lustfully while she let her urine flow from her vagina sent a new injection of sexual electricity through her.

'' I 'm thrilled that I 'm going to spend a penny for my own son, and then that I 'm going to suck his fabulous phallus and let him fuck me to infinity, '' she thought to herself. `` I guess I am a pussy. What 's wrong with Stevie calling me that, or calling my vagina the snatch that it is ? ''

She was about to walk to the stool, but Steve grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him, and into the big bathtub. Then he laid down on the story of the tub, and positioned her proper above him.

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

She straddled his across-the-board, manly pectus and squatted. He had a perfect, close-up view of his mother 's beautiful, fur covered vagina. With her fingerbreadth, she daintily parted the ebony curls, revealing the glistening garden pink of her inner chamber. He saw the wet membrane move, as she controlled her muscle, groping for the relaxation that would discharge the period from her very full-of-the-moon bladder.

In a moment, there was a brief spurt of yellow liquid state. Then another. And then, suddenly, the wide-cut violence of her urine flow jetted forth from her beautiful womanhood. There was a hiss as it flowed from her tiny urethra, and the flimsy, intense flow hit with storm force against his upper bureau, just below his neck. The liquid state was surprisingly hot as it splashed around his neck and articulatio humeri and sprayed his face. The especial olfactory modality of concentrated woman-urine stirred him to swell heights. He lifted his head and opened his mouth, to catch the forceful flow, and swallowed taste after taste. And her urine kept on coming. He let it splash into his hands, and rubbed it all over his face and hair's-breadth. The full force of her piss lasted for Thomas More than a minute before it finally subsided. As the last few drops trickled out, Steve eagerly put his sass on her vagina and lapped up every drop he could see.

Next, Steve reached up to his female parent 's neck opening, and eased her face down to him. He gave her a passionate osculation on the backtalk, penetrating her rima oris deeply with his spit. It was the firstly kiss of sexual making love between mother and son, and as they greedily exchanged saliva, she enjoyed the shiver of the strong preference of her own urine from her son 's backtalk.

The spirit and olfactory property and taste and feel of his female parent 's hot piss had charged Steve to the distributor point of no counter. He knew he was going to shoot in the next minute, come underworld or luxuriously water. So he told his female parent to flex around and prepare to enamor his freight 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 debase her jaws unfold to the limit to do so. She put her hands on his surging cock for the inaugural time, and did not screw if she was more dumbfounded by how hot it was, or how tough. She had thought the repairman 's erect penis was hard, but her son 's was real property. She thought she could possess easily supported her wholly body weight unit on his firmly penis. And with thumbs and fingers fully extended, her two hands together could only barely fit around the enormous Base.

He was set to explode anyway, and the pressure of his mother 's warm, wet back talk and her tidal bore hands on his phallus simply accelerated what was already inevitable. Though she had his penis in both hands and her oral cavity, when she felt it start to shoot, she knew that all she could do was hold on for the ride. After the first two or three jerks, her mouth received the first sperm grenade. She remembered the copious jism eruptions of the repairman and realized that just the first-class honours degree shaft of sperm emerging from her son Stevie 's tremendous shaft was rival in quantity to a fill out orgasm 's worth from the repairman. And it was plenty more than her husband could produce in a month.

But Stevie 's shank kept firing. outbreak after eruption fired into her mouth with enormous force. She swallowed as practically as she could, but she was not prepared for such a volcano and probably half of his thick, white fluid overflowed down onto his genitals. After more than a dozen solidness clap, the cannon finally quieted. Just the post-cum syrup that trickled out while Stevie 's penis wound down through its close sweet twinges would have done well-nigh men proud if they could produce that much in a all over orgasm.

Stevie was enjoying the incredible gleam of knowing he had just fired a big freight of his sperm into his mother 's pretty lip, but he knew that she was on fervour and needed relief. He put his lip back onto her vagina, which was hovering only inches from his grimace. He skillfully moved his tongue back and forth between penetrating the tasty Interior of her vaginal chamber and butterflying her clitoris. It took only a few minutes of her son 's expert oral ministrations on her vagina to bring Vicki over the top. She moaned, as the pleasure surged through her, and Stevie 's tongue lapped up the toothsome girl-fluid that newly filled her sleeping room. Temporarily exhausted, Vicki affectionately squeezed her thigh around her son 's brass, pressing his nose and back talk squarely up against her anus and vagina, but not so hard that he could not emit. She let her own head drop down and use his crotch as a pillow, languidly lapping up the still copious amounts of his sperm cell that coated his member -- now shrunk back to its master 12 thick inch -- and was soaked into his golden John Brown pubes.

After they had rested for a few second, they got up, showered, dried each early off, and went into Vicki 's bedroom.

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

This brought a blush to Vicki 's face. She realized how appalling her acts were. The incident with the repairman 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 face Don in the face again ?

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

'' Oh God, I love that, '' she sighed, and she reached over to stir his own pubic region, that sat so jauntily above his mighty oak tree diagram. She squirmed around on the bed and got her face into his crotch, which was now freshly and clean. She turned him on his stomach and kissed his perfective, fuzzy bun. Then she pressed her aspect into his deep, dark ass crack, and moved her tongue against his anus. She remembered how drive 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, great bunghole.

After licking wetly up and down the ass crack for a few minutes, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his midget anus, and penetrated. She had to use pressure against his pie-eyed sphincter, but she finally got all of her spit inside his hot, dank rectal sleeping accommodation. She moved her glossa 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 dictation, not her capitulum, and she lapped up every bit of nut-tasting rectal grease.

After she had tasted as much of his rectum as she could pass, she pulled out and turned him over again. Now she tickled his genitalia with her page-boy haircut, and with her fount rubbed his thigh and fork as lightly as a feather. His penis was at full phase of the moon length, thickness and hardness now, but she gave him no immediate relief. For a while she laved his lush puff of golden Brown University pubic hair's-breadth, and then worked down to his enormous testicles. His fuzzy sac which held those enormous eggs entranced her, especially since she knew those ballock were the real seat of her son 's incredible say-so. She worked that sac with her clapper for to a greater extent than a one-quarter of an minute. He was aching for her to act to his calamus, but he did n't zip her. It was too much of a frisson to palpate her tongue, and say to himself, `` It 's my mother. She just had her clapper inside my SOB, tasting my hoot grunge, and now she 's tonguing my testicle. ''

Finally, she turned her attention to his lofty tower ! She looked again at his knockout phallus from close range, and was almost overcome anew at its majesty. She could n't facilitate giving it some salt lick, and some wet candy kiss, and putting theatrical role of it in her mouth. She truly made love to her son 's phallus with her mouth. But finally, she forced her typeface 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 phallus into my vagina. I need you. I need you to bang me now. ''

He decided to bug her.

'' But Mom, '' he said, `` I 'm your son. Do you really want your son 's big dick in your twat. 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. piece of ass me, I need you so badly. Please do n't humble me. Just fuck me. Give me your Brobdingnagian, hard phallus. I want to finger 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 married bed ? Do n't you think you should await until he comes home from his pattern and let him make you what your hot cunt need ? ''

'' 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 wait for Dad to be intimate you. ''

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

He smiled, and said `` Yes, if want this slab of man-meat inside that hot fur-covered twat of yours, you 'll make to secern me why you want me to be intimate you rather than Dad. ''

She had to give in.

'' All rightfulness, '' she said, tears streaming from her optic. `` You are my son, but you are a existent man. I ca n't be satisfied without that hard member of yours. I love your father. I always have and I always will. But he ca n't fill me as you can. He just does n't give the equipment. ''

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

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

During the unscathed conversation, she had not taken her centre off of his member. Getting her to praise him, to describe his sexual prowess, was getting Steve into higher and higher fervour, and his monolithic penis was even hotter and harder than it had been before, if that was potential.

'' Do you mean that it 's a man 's phallus that makes him a man, '' he asked. `` Is that what you are saying, that because I have a big, gruelling pecker, I 'm Thomas More of a man than your hubby. ''

'' Yes, '' she almost shouted.

'' Then say it, '' he said, `` say you want your son to squeeze your snatch with his massive pecker 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, delight have it away me. ''

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

'' All right, '' and she gave in again, with split. `` Stevie, my son, I want you to ingurgitate my raging cunt with your hard, vast, hot, cock. 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 stopcock. My husband 's dick 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, dick in hand, for his female parent. She realized that she, too, had loved what she said. She did worship her son 's prick, and it was true that Don, however good to her, was not man sufficiency for her. Not even remotely close. She kissed him back, and gave his cock and testicles a loving grope with her left hand.

Now he positioned himself, and pressed the heading of his still iron-hard penis against the ebony-curled entrance to her vagina. He rubbed the head up and down, spreading the outer rim, and lining up perfectly with the gap, seemingly so often narrow-minded than the monstrous legal document about to be inserted into it.

Gently, he pushed forward. His penis was cunning with her saliva, and her vagina was sopping. On the number one thrust, he got the head and a couplet of inches of dick inside her vaginal vena portae. 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 extra inch or so on each forward jabbing.

Vicki was in ecstasy. Only once before in her life story had her vaginal walls been stretched. On that social function she had found her only real sexual fulfilment prior to today. But her son 's phallus was thicker and was exposing new nerve conclusion that even the repairman 's big dick had not been able to energise. After only a few of Steve 's strokes, when he was only about a third in, Vicki had a secure sexual climax. A few Sir Thomas More knife thrust, a few More in, and she came again, even substantial. Now he was in as far as the repairman had penetrated, though his duplicate thickness made her flavour more full-of-the-moon than she had then. But he kept on poking, penetrating deeper, where no man had ever been able to go.

'' Steve '' -- she could n't send for him Stevie any more, not when he was all man -- '' you 're in deep 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 Son stirred him, and he could n't prevent himself. A monster climax, strong than the one in the bathroom, shake his frame. She felt incredible chunk of sperm vault from his member deep in her chamber with expectant force than before, and the wiz threw her into the strongest coming she had ever experienced.

They lay still for a moment, his penis still twelve inches 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 phallus to go. Steve was so flex on, his phallus never even partially softened. Despite the unprecedented force of her sexual climax, Vicki was at a higher intimate pitch than ever. She simply could not get over the excitement of having her own son 's huge penis up so deep into her vagina, where she was a Virgin. After only a mo or two, he renewed his incursion. A few more fast thrusts, and he was all the way in.

The maven was incredible, for both of them. She felt the broad tip of the head of his penis, squarely pressed against the bum end of her vagina, right up against her cervix. His thickness was pressing against the sides of her groove beyond what she could have imagined, for its full length. He was stimulating every delight pith in her vagina, including many she never knew existed. She was as filled as it was possible for a charwoman to be. And by her infant 's cock ! She had another severe climax.

For Steve, it was equally sex. In only a year since he had been first seduced by a teacher in third-year high school, he had stuffed at least a couple of hundred pussy. 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 peachy. That was his mother 's snatch press against his manflesh. He felt her upheaval, and he shot another whale load of jism deep into her innards.

Again, he never got soft, and this meter he did n't even pause after shooting his shipment. Now he started fucking his mother in earnest, pulling his fifteen plus inches well-nigh of the way out and then jamming them in again, all the way to the bottom. Both of them had secreted so much intimate fluid that he moved easily in and out, though all the fluid in the human beings could not have lessened the tightness of the genital fit between mother and son.

They were in hug drug. Steve started his shot at a slow, comfortable rate, but gradually, so gradual as not even to be detectable, he quickened the rate. Vicki 's climax became stronger and impregnable. Nothing she had experienced with the repairman came close to this. And the orgasm came closer and closer together.

Steve -- 18 eld old, but blessed with a strong-arm gift that had gotten him easily into C of women 's layer, and sound enough to accept learned loudness from his experience -- knew, as he was fucking his beautiful mother for the inaugural time, when the strategic bit had come. He stroked a slight faster, and suddenly Vicki was in a continuous State of orgasm. One orgasm would take, and before it had worn off, another would strike, and another. For five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, there was continuous electricity raging through her. She could n't matter the orgasm as they merged into each other, but there must ingest been hundreds. And still she was climbing, as the unwavering Department of State of arduous orgasm grew high-pitched and mellow.

She literally did not think she could live. She had no control condition over her breathing spell, her voice, her body. She was nothing but pure sexual energy. It had to kibosh or she had to die, but it went on and on, and became even more acute.

And finally he had brought her to the bill of peaks. When he knew she was ready, he released himself, and experienced a far strong sexual climax than any he had had so far. He shot even more jism than before, with more force play directly into the nether walls of his mother 's vagina. Vicki 's continuous stream of sexual climax had mounted so high that when Steve finally brought her over the top in this manner, she had a completely unlike sort of climax. It was what Steve 's aunt Bonnie ( whom he had been fucking when he was out all the late Nox ) called a meta-climax. Suddenly, Vicki was lifted into a different universe, a reality of pure pacification and pure pleasure.

Steve was satiated ( temporarily, of course ), and collapsed on his female parent, his penis still oceanic abyss in her vagina, though it shrank back to its soft distance of 12 inches. About ten percentage of the cleaning woman he fucked were up to of a meta-orgasm, and he was glad his female parent was one of them. He knew there was no other man in the area, maybe no one else in the state, who could give 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 complete adoration. It was a look of staring love life, the dearest not only of a mother for her son, but of a woman for the one man who can execute her every desire.

Vicki was in that res publica of perfect pleasure for about half an hr, though the temper from such an experience would last for days. Of course, when she came back down to Earth, it did n't take long for female parent and son to resume their sexual biz. We do n't let to tell here how that evening, Steve 's similitude baby and Vicki 's girl unexpectedly came home because there had been a snafu and the campsite was unavailable. Connie discovered her brother and her mother in bed, and since they were oblivious to her mien for a few minutes, she got a close-up view of brother 's monster penis plowing mother 's beautiful vagina. And mother 's excitement was obvious. Connie was shocked, but she was also jealous. Steve and Vicki were capable to solve that trouble, as Connie got into bed with them and lost her cherry tree to her pal. Steve then ordered his sister and mother to eat each other 's pussies, and so they were introduced to lesbian love.

Nor do we have to tell apart how, when Don came home, he discovered his married woman and his two children, all in his own bed screw and sucking each former. This was no accident. Vicki, Steve, and Connie had already decided that Steve was now the man of the family, 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 a lot in love with Vicki to do that. He was philosophic about it, saying he had always realized that it was selfish for a man with such an deficient penis to espouse as beautiful a woman as Vicki. He had always realized he could never encounter her needs, but he had loved her so much, that he could n't earn the ritual killing and give her up. He begged her forgiveness, and promised to hold out thereafter as their retainer.

So Steve, Vicki, and Connie slept from then on in the master bed, and Don slept on a small cot in the corner. Don always lapped up Steve 's copious cum juice from his married woman 's and girl 's vaginas and anuses. Occasionally, he was allowed to have a go at it one of them. He also developed a liking for licking Steve 's cock and swallowing his hot sperm heterosexual person from the source. crapulence so much of Steve 's cum ended up having a good burden on Don. It was so filled with virile male hormones of which his own tiny egg gave him an insufficient amount, that the steady dieting of his son 's sperm cell actually added an inch-and-a-half to the length of Don 's phallus and a bit to the width. And although previously he had difficulty getting it up as much as once a workweek, he could now possess a effective healthy orgasm at to the lowest degree once a day. He 's no Don Juan, but the family incest has had a markedly beneficial upshot on his sex life.



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