Chapter 9
Diana screamed, "Oh, God, you're killing me! But don't stop!" She had forgotten all about Kim's pussy, though it lay only inches below her lifted face, the shaven, glistening slit spread widely by Diana's fingers, the clit beckoning, begging.
"Remember me?" Kim gasped, grabbing Diana's head. She forced the older woman's face down, smeared it with her coozy juices, then sighed in delight as Diana's tongue made instinctive reply. It was wild, she reminded herself, to be eaten out by someone who was in the throes of her own orgasm. The tongue had no. control-it went everywhere. Lips fluttered and drool spilled into Kim's hole, and she kept grinding Diana's face down, rubbing herself to ecstasy.
Matt let out another cry, this time a low, howling moan, blowing his jizz into Diana's pussy.
He couldn't stop gushing. He must have hollow legs, and both of them full of semen. He was still hard, still squirting, and his mother's pussy was a snapping turtle around him.
Matt looked up, saw for the first time what his mother and Kim were up to. By God, he thought. By God. He dragged his prick out of Diana's hole, sent two spurts of jizz into the air-hustled his ass up there, where the two women were making it together.
He grabbed his mother's head, fought it free of Kim's hands, and aimed his spurting cock downward. Cum rolled from him, the intensity of his climax beginning to 'decrease-he was dribbling more than he was squirting now, but the thick juices still oozed from his dong. A puddle of semen began to form on the shaven area around Kim's gash. He grabbed his cock by the root, shucked it savagely.
Diana Flaherty looked down at the pool of jizz coating Kim's flesh. "Oh, God," she moaned, "what a delightful idea!" She pushed Matt's cock wondered why she had waited so long.
"That's good," Kim said. "Oh, don't' be so gentle! I like to be eaten! Pretend you've managed to double up in a knot and you're eating your own cunt. Do me the way you like to be done."
Diana moaned. Matt had plumbed her especially deep just then and her body vibrated with the shock effect. Even her nipples ached with the magnificence of the stroke her son had just slammed up her cunt, but she managed' to get her hands on Kim's smooth-shaven pubes. She opened the puffy, protruding lips, feasted her eyes on the salmon-pink richness of the vulva as it spread before her. Kim's clit was smaller than her own, a perfect little bud of delight, and a watery bead of moisture was formed on the tip of that clitoris. Diana lapped out instinctively with her tongue, bringing away the droplet of pleasure. Her tongue tingled from its fleeting contact with Kim's button, and, anxious to double her delight, Diana licked it again. Kim giggled with glee and slid even closer.
Diana kept the smooth wet pussy open and she worked her tongue in and out of the winking hole. Kim was greasy with lust and Diana's tongue. sucked up the pussy moisture excitedly. As she worked in and out of Kim, she felt the younger girl beginning to twitch and snap her cuntal muscles, and she knew that Kim was close too. God, she thought, what a night for the three of us! And what about the day that will come tomorrow? It didn't matter. If the night went on forever, she would be content.
Matt was gasping with his effort now. His cock felt as big as a fencepost and his nuts were dragging the ground, filled with enough cum to drench fire, and then some. He tightened his grip around Diana's waist, fed her the meat in a series of shorter and shorter strokes. Her pussy was so wet he couldn't maintain his footing-all he was doing was slipping around now. He needed to come. God, he needed to come. He'd been storing this one so long. Two, maybe three strokes more, he realized, and I'll be over the top.
"Yowwwww!" he yelled and his cock slammed in Diana's cunt.
Diana raised her face from Kim's twat, her eyes goggling as she felt Matt's orgasm beginning. The first stroke of his exploding cock seemed to blast cum into the base of her throat. Oh, Jesus, she was certain she could taste the stuff! He socked her again, and again, and again, and her ass lifted higher, a new orgasm rolling through her juicy twat.
Matt fucked hard, spilling his cum, and he didn't know when or if he was going to stop squirting. His balls hurt, and so did his cock, from the prolonged erection he had proudly maintained. He squirted blistering hot cum up his mother's tube and felt it rolling back down her sheath, bathing his cock even as he kept feeding her more and more of the stuff. His balls twisted in pain, but they were doing their duty, and so, by God, was he! out of the way, thrust her face down, and lapped her son's cum like a hungry cat.
She didn't miss a drop. Her tongue scooped up every bit of the semen and she swallowed it with gusto. It was, she thought proudly, the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted. Turning, she saw her son's cock beginning to go soft. It was covered in sperm and her own cum, and she knew she had to have it in her mouth again. Closing her eyes, she sucked Matt's limp pecker until her jaws could hold him no more and her body yearned for rest. "Enough," she heard him moan. "I think I'm dying."
Diana's head moved back, letting Matt's cock slip free. The boy slumped to the floor, drained. He reached one hot hand toward his mother, and she took it. Their fingers locked and their eyes met and there was' nothing else in the world for Matt and Diana right now-nothing but each other.
Kim intruded upon that private moment. "I'm sorry to break this up," she said, "but the car is coming up the road. Why don't you two settle in the bedroom for the night? I'll bring you some food, whatever those two assholes have managed to commandeer for us. Tomorrow morning we'll decide what we're all going to do. Okay? Then, goodnight,and sweet dreams." She kissed each of them on the lips, watched as they disappeared hand in hand through the bedroom door.
At least, she thought, they don't hate each other, the way I hate my parents. Maybe I ought to fuck Daddy sometime. And eat out Moms? What the hell for? I enjoy hating them, as much as they enjoy hating me. And anyway, by tomorrow I'll be on my way to California. Mmmmm, she thought. I wonder if Paul Newman would be as easy to get into the sack as those two were.
The morning was bright, after the rainstorm of the night before. The sunlight glistened on wet leaves and pavement and there was a misty haze in the air when the left the cabin. Matt and Diana sat in the front, Kim and her two boy friends in the back. No one spoke. Twice Diana reached into her purse for a cigarette, but each time she put it back unlit. She looked across the seat at her son as he drove, and she asked herself, did it really happen? Did it? Diana eased her tired ass onto the seat, flexed her thighs against her cunt. Do I have to ask? she thought.
They drove south. Matt's ROTC camp gear was still in the trunk but camp was in the opposite direction and neither he nor Diana brought up the subject.
Kim and her companions left them at the north edge of Albany, at the gate of the municipal airport.
"Goodbye," she said, "and if you're ever on the west coast, look me up. Just ask for the pusher to the stars." And without a backward glance, she and Paul and Don headed for the small terminal, each of them carrying a suitcase stuffed with money. I almost hope she makes it, Diana thought. She looked at Matt. "Home?" she asked. He nodded, put the car into gear, and they sped away.
He pulled into the garage at home, closing the door with the automatic controls. It was a small garage, and they both had to leave the car on the passenger's side, since the -Chevy's other flank was almost touching the far wall of the building. Diana slid toward the door, pushed it open, hesitated a moment. Matt was moving across the seat, and they bumped. She turned, a little murmur on her lips, and their eyes met.
"Oh, God," she said, just before her son grabbed her up in his arms and pulled her back into the car. She twisted her head to one side and their mouths came together in a savage kiss, teeth grinding on lips, saliva flowing like hot water from a tap. Her nipples erected inside her shirt and she knew that Matt could feel them, as plainly as she could" feel the monster hard-on raging in the crotch of his pants. Her hand dropped down, rested for a moment on his erection. She touched the' gigantic bulge, fingers jerking back, as if they couldn't bear to linger but couldn't stand going away either.
He reached down, cupped her ass, pulled her over, onto his lap. She had both knees on the seat and her jeans felt as if they were going to split as she settled her crotch down upon his. God, the bulk of his penis! He was so hard! So ragingly, chillingly, erect! She squatted down upon him, rubbed his erection with her crotch until her cunt began to feel numb and woozy.
Matt tilted his mother's body back and he kissed down her neck, to the top of her shirt. One hand fitted itself in a cup around her right breast and he clenched hard, moaning through half-open lips.
"Stop it," Diana whispered, "stop it, for God's sake!" He was kissing the stiff nipple of her left tit, where it poked against the tight cling of her shirt. His tongue flicked out, licked the nipple protrusion. His teeth opened and he bit down on his mother's boob.
"STOP IT!" she shrilled in a voice that echoed back and forth through the car. Slowly, Matt's grip on her relaxed, and she eased off him, trembling.
"What happened," she said, opening the car door. "It just happened. We were captives-of something we couldn't control. That crazy girl-those crazy guys-we went crazy too. It rubbed off on us. But we're home now, and we're safe, and, oh, darling, don't you understand? Don't you see? The rules-they came back in the window we threw them out last night. All we can do-all we can do is forget."
Matt's voice cracked, as if he were about to cry.
"Yes," he said, "it has to be that way, doesn't it?"
"It has to," Diana said. She got out of the car.
"I'll see you in the house. I want to get cleaned up, put on some fresh clothes. I must smell... " Her voice dropped away. She hurried from the car, through the door that led into the kitchen. Matt waited in the Chevy a few minutes, and then he too got out and entered the house.
He went upstairs to his bedroom, laid out some clean clothes. He saw his reflection in the mirror. I need a bath too, he told himself. Down the hall, Ma was showering. He could hear the water running in the main bathroom. He picked up a towel and entered the small bath connected to his room, turned on the water, and crawled into the shower stall. The water felt good, and he soaped himself lustily. Finished, he wrapped the towel around his midsection and went back into his bedroom to get dressed.
"Hello." A small, weak voice. Ma's voice. She was standing in the doorway, wearing a gown of sheer black silk. Every line, curve, and delight of her body was visible through the silk, and Matt knew-ah, God, too well-those delights, those curves, those lines. He could smell her perfume, too, the same stuff she'd been wearing yesterday. Her hair was combed back and fell upon her shoulder in black glossy waves, stunning in contrast to her milky skin. "I put on some fresh clothes," she said softly.
Matt's cock was stiff, pushing the towel out in front of him. We don't have to pretend any more, he told himself, and he let the towel fall to the floor. His mother came to him, breasts rising and falling swiftly inside her filmy gown, and together they walked toward his bed.
I'll tell Jake it's over, she thought, sinking down upon the mattress. I'm a one-man woman, and with a man like Matt, what else do I need?
Matt slid against his mother, rubbing his cock up and down the front of her gown. He could feel the warmth of her body coming back to meet him, and his dick got hotter and hotter.
We're still captives, Diana thought. Captives to one another. And the rules-well, they're out the window. For good. "Come to me, darling," she sighed, welcoming her son to her bosom. "Come to me and love me."