Chapter 8
Matt arose, his cock jiggling where it thrust out from his hairy groin, and his balls jiggled, too, as he approached his mother. He dropped to his knees before her-she stroked his hair as he knelt, and a look of acceptance passed between the mother and son.
Diana lifted her ass and Matt hooked his thumbs in her panties, started to slide them down her legs. The first sight of her thick black beaver left him breathless. He'd only seen it from a distance, but now he was looking right into her nest. Seventeen years ago he'd come into the world through the red slash which lay tantalizingly half-buried in the forest of black fur.
Seventeen years and nine months ago, that red slash had been wet and moist and musky with arousal, waiting for his father to crawl aboard, shove in his cock, and plant the seed from which Matt Flaherty had grown.
And now it had come full circle, he thought. He stared at his mother's quivering-lipped gash, the labia parted to reveal a hint of the crimson-fleshed delight inside. He smelled the erotic musk of her arousal, breathed until his lungs were full of it.
He rose, stooping, and his mouth sought hers. It was not a mother/son kiss that they shared. Her tongue ravaged his mouth and he sucked happily, repaying her for the delicious blow-job she had given him. Her breasts were firm and fleshy against his chest-he had probably not been this close to his mother's bare boobs since he was a suckling child. The nipples rose hard and brown, scorching his lust-sensitized flesh. Matt's hand dropped into her crotch and he seized the hairy bulge of her twat, squeezing till she groaned with erotic agony and lifted in the chair, imprinting her body upon his up and down, and the idea was cheering, because he was positive that he wanted to be nuts-deep in Ma for at least the next ten years.
"Eat me now," she murmured greedily. "Eat me the way I ate you. Bet you know how to lick a pussy, don't you, darling?"
"Show her," Kim was urging. "Lick her. Suck her inside out!"
"I will, by God," Matt promised. He bit his mother lovingly on the chin... and felt her throb against him, and then he started to make his way down her body, suckling her tits.
Matt could smell her vaginal arousal and he had to get down there, get his mouth into Ma, his tongue, his fingers-the aroma was a beacon pulling him south and he followed that beacon. Diana spread her legs wider as Matt insinuated himself into her crotch.
"It's beautiful," he said, "it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Gently, with tenderness and care, he parted her lips, rolling back flesh and fur, to reveal the crimson interior of his mother's cunt. The smell came rolling out like a gust of wind and his senses reeled in delight. Matt thrust his anxious face into Diana's crotch and his tongue rammed up her tube like a horny snake.
She lifted her knees, entrapping him where he wanted to be entrapped, and she clutched at her throbbing tits. The nipples were enormous, caught between thumb and fingertips, and every time her son used his tongue in and out, Diana gave a tingle of response. His hands stroked her pussy flesh while he ate her creamy box and her head kept twisting from side to side. She could hardly control herself, and he'd just started!
"My clit," she said, "don't forget my clit."
"How could I forget your clit? It's the prettiest of all," he said sincerely. He began to tease it with his fingertip.
Diana's love button was fully erect, a .clitoris among clitorises, the size of a fat juicy pea-as supple as her teats and incredibly more responsive. Matt began to roll the button about, grinding down on its glistening red tip now and then, pushing it against her pubic bone. He felt her stomach heave, and her pussy slammed up, enfolding his face with musk and juice.
Matt closed his mouth over Diana's pussy and .he sucked. Hair tickled his face, but his tongue went deep into her and it found treasures unimaginable. She released a flow of honey-cum that coated his tongue. He scooped the sweet fluid into his mouth, savored it, plunged home for more. He kept his fingers busy on her clit, and heat seemed to infuse the throbbing button. It was so slippery he couldn't hold onto it any longer, so his fingers pinched the base and slid over the tip, again and again, fumbling turned to blinding joy. Diana's pussy kept on pissing joy juice, and Matt continued to eat.
He worked a finger into her cooze as well, and pumped with nearly savage passion, working the finger in and out alongside his tongue. Each stab made her convulse with agonized delight. Matt's cock shivered and he was afraid for one desperate moment that he would come all over the floor. No! he thought, picturing the spillage of which he was capable. Save it! Save it for Ma! He wrestled with his urges while he wrestled with his mother's juicing pussy, and he won on both counts. A bubble of cum formed on the tip of his dick, but it was a passing thing. No more oozed from him and he knew his self-control, his lust, had won out. When he came, it would be where his cum ought to be deposited-right up the slick juicy hole he was eating to hell and back!
Diana felt fingers twining in her hair. She opened her eyes. Kim was standing beside the chair, naked and glowing, her blonde hair tangled from sex and her green eyes shiny and delighted. Kim stroked Diana's hair, and the older woman felt even more arousal shoot through her body.
"Do you like that?" Kim asked. "Me, playing with your hair, I mean? It's lovely hair. It cries out to be touched."
"Yes," Diana husked. "Yes, I love it!" She squeezed her breasts, the nipples standing in breathtaking erection between her clutching fingers. Kim's fingers coursed through the black falls of hair once more, touching Diana's neck with light, electric-shock effects. Diana began to squirm. She was beginning to feel a new kind of desire. Kim's lips were slightly parted, teeth and tongue showing, and Diana recalled the kiss she had received from those lips not so long ago. I think, she told herself, that I want it again.
The desire frightened her just a little. She had never, never known an urge like that before, in all her life, but it was raging inside her now. What had Kim said? Something about there being no rules.
"Kiss me, please," Diana whispered, puckering her lips in supplication. Kim smiled and bent in close.
Diana couldn't decide which was the more exciting-the feel of her son's mouth hungry and horny, devouring her pussy, or the taste of Kim's sweet lips against her own. Tongues shot back and forth-Kim knew how to kiss a woman, and Diana was learning fast. Kim kept a hand busy, teasing through Diana's hair, and she dropped her other hand onto the slope of Diana's breast. Her fingers darted across the stiff tip of a big brown nipple and Diana went crazy. Yes, she thought, all the rules have gone out the window. There's only now, only tonight. Tomorrow will have to take care of itself. She moved her hand aside, gave Kim full rein on the tit the blonde girl had chosen.
Kim's fingers were alternately savage and sweet on Diana's nipple. She pinched the teat almost brutally, then caressed away the pain. Her fingers were strong and sure on the contour of the breast and Diana began to sway from side to side. Kim was sucking the breath from her, in this hot, no-holds-barred kiss, and Diana's head grew weak and giddy.
Down below, Matt was still eating as if pussy were going out of style, and the combination was like nothing Diana had ever known before. This afternoon, when she had fallen from grace with Don and Paul-it was nothing like what was happening to her now. She'd merely been with two men instead of one. Two cocks working on her instead of a single rigid prick. Now, God, now-being shared by her son and by a beautiful, strange blonde girl young enough to be her daughter.
Kim pried her mouth loose, dropped down to attack Diana's nipples. She sucked with delicacy and expertise, and Diana moaned in unbelieving joy. She looked down, watched the blonde girl licking, kissing, sucking, her big brown nipples, felt her tits shiver and tingle in the girl's mouth-Kim's hair fell to one side, blocking Diana's view. Impatiently, Diana reached down, pushing the hair out of the way-she had to watch, she had to feel.
Her pussy erupted into Matt's mouth. The release was sudden and shattering and Diana turned into a puddle of jelly. She slumped back in the chair, her knees quivering, clutching, pulling. at her son, her pussy a mass of sex-flavored quicksand which sought to swallow the boy's face. Kim pulled hard on Diana's nipples and a second orgasm, and a third, shot through the woman.
"Ohhhh, make me come!" Diana howled and she let them have their way with her. She could not turn off the fountaining explosions of sweet woman's cum from her twat, could not make herself stop erupting and shaking and screaming. She wanted to feel these same sensations throughout eternity.
"Phase one, completed," Kim said, kneeling beside Matt. She turned the boy's face to her, licked his mother-cummy lips. "Oh, God," she said, "it's delicious!" Her green eyes regarded Diana's jerking twat. "Maybe later," she said finally. "This is your fantasy, after all, kid, not mine. I'm just here to help. C'mon, get a couple of cushions from the sofa."
"What for?" Matt asked, turning to the couch.
He pulled a cushion loose, dropped it on the floor.
"Look at that," Kim replied, pointing to Diana's greasy, quivering pussy, "Do you mean you don't want to fuck it too?" Her finger hesitated only an inch from the mouth of Diana's hole. "Oh, the hell with it!" she said, and thrust her finger in. Diana sat bolt upright in the chair as Kim's slender finger rammed home. The older woman gave a weak, dizzy cry, and leaned forward. Her thighs clamped together, trapping Kim's hand the way she'd trapped Matt's face. Kim could feel the orgasmic tremors massaging her finger and she thrust happily, five or six times, each stab bringing a fresh cry of passion and exultation from Matt's mother.
"Hurry," she said. "If there was ever a time she needed to be fucked, it's right now. I'd do it, kid, but you seem to be the only one around with the proper tools. Help me get her onto the floor. You ever do it dog-style? Well, you'll like it, and so will Mommy."
Together, they got Diana out of the chair. The woman had no strength, no resistance. Her eyes were tightly shut and hair streamed in luscious disarray across her sex-flushed face. She's beautiful, Kim thought. Matt is getting a real deal. All I'm getting is fifty thousand dollars.
Diana lay on the floor, the two cushions under her stomach. She moaned and gurgled, and her ass twitched, where it was lifted high by the cushions. Matt knelt behind her, rubbing her buttocks. They were delicious buttocks, soaked with sweat, and his hands slid warmly across her curves.
He stroked down her thighs and she opened them, hardly aware that she was doing it. Matt moved into the gap she had made, and his aching cock stood up vividly. Kim went to his side. "Once more for good luck," she giggled, taking him in her mouth. She sucked, her well-trained mouth moving up and down him a couple of times, and then she pulled back. She tapped Diana's pubes. "You've eaten it, stud," she told Matt. "Now fuck it."
Matt was long past caring about the right or wrong of this act. His mother's ass rose before him in all its rounded, creamy-skinned beauty, and her snatch was framed between her upper thighs, a plump bulge covered in dark curling hair. The hair was wet from his drool and the cum he'd sucked out of her. Soon, he thought, it will be sticky and clotted with my cum, too. My cum, leaking out of Ma's pussy after I've finished filling her hole with all the juice I can squirt. Oh, God, and it's going to be a lot of juice!
He worked his finger up and down the dripping crease of her twat, smearing more of Ma's juices into her abundant thicket of hair. He breathed heavily, staring at her exposed sex, and his cock throbbed in tempo with his hyperventilation. I'm gonna do it, he said. They can call me a motherfucker if they want to, but I'm going to fuck Ma.
He grabbed his cock and stabbed it into her, feeling for the first time the splendor of an older woman's pussy. Diana's cunt wasn't exactly loose, even though she'd been fucked silly this afternoon by those asshole friends of Kim's. But she wasn't virginally tight, either. His cock felt about twice as thick as it had ever gotten in Susie Cooper's hands, but he had not the slightest trouble entering his mother or moving once he was inside her. He slid his arm around her waist, hunched forward, and began to fuck the hole that had given birth to him.
"God, fuck me, oh, fuck me!" Diana. was screaming, and her ass wiggled from side to side as her son did his damnedest to fuck her.
Kim reached into her lap, began to tickle her shaven slice. I'm the one getting the raw deal, she thought. Here I am, the one who did all the work, and I have to diddle my clit if I want to get off.
Matt plunged again and again into his mother's churning depths. He'd never. guessed, even while fucking Kim awhile ago, that a woman's snatch could be so fucking active while it was being screwed. And was Ma ever gonna stop coming? Oh, wow, he thought, how about me? Will I be able to stop, once I start? God, I hope not. I want to fuck her!
Diana writhed in pleasure on the floor. She had never guessed anything could feel so hard, so vibrant, so fantastic as her son's cock felt now, reaming her twat. She didn't think she had really stopped coming, not from the moment when her pussy exploded against Matt's mouth, and she was still jerking and bucking in orgasmic response.
Diana felt something smooth and moist touching her face. It was Kim's hand. The fingers traced the line of Diana's nose, made circles on her cheeks, and there was a tantalizing smell to those fingers. Diana's nostrils twitched, and then the- tips of the fingers moved gently onto her mouth. She opened, sucked them inside, realizing as they touched her tongue that Kim had been fingering her own pussy, that the smell which intrigued her was the aroma of Kim's cunt juices. Diana sucked, and found the taste to her liking.
Behind her, Matt was pounding for all he was worth. Her pussy ached from the workout it had received today, but she knew that it would not be complete, would not be right, until her son's cock had emptied itself into her. She fucked with him and her lips and tongue kept busy on Kim's fingers.
"Want a drink from the bottle?" Kim asked slyly. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, and her legs stretched out around Diana's head. Kim's shaven cunt was open and ready, gleaming with a shimmer of goo, and Diana had only to touch it, to lick it.
She did.
The petals opened at her first caress and Kim slid closer. Diana lashed out with her tongue. She dipped into the blonde girl's hairless twat, found that the juices were even sweeter when sipped from the fountain. As Matt's frantic screwing continued, Diana began for the first time in her thirty-seven years to lap another woman's twat. And she loved it.