Chapter 6
For a few days following their first fuck, Billy and Ann seemed to have forgotten about the incident. But that was only an illusion.
They were both thinking about it constantly and wondering when it was going to happen again. Neither of them mentioned it, though, and they were both worried that the other had decided not to repeat the perverted performance.
Billy was watching his mother's body more closely and with more lust than ever before. Finally, he had to try for that body again. While Ann was washing the dinner dishes, he walked up to her, took her by the arm, and pulled her to him.
"Mom, let's do it again," he said as he pressed his hard crotch to her belly.
Ann remained silent. She let her body rest against her son, warming him with the heat of her tits. Then she turned her face up to his in an unmistakable invitation to kiss. Billy covered her mouth with his own and shot his tongue between her lips.
The sudden presence of his tongue in her mouth seemed to trigger something in Ann. She threw her arms around the boy and began sucking his tongue greedily. Her hands, wet with hot water and detergent, dug into the tough muscles of his shoulders.
Billy was so thrilled at the prospect of getting another chance to fuck this wonderful woman, he almost made her faint by squeezing the breath out of her.
"Let's go to your room," Ann said into her son's ear.
Billy crouched down suddenly to adjust the hard-on in his pants, then followed his mother's swishing ass. He could tell by her quick pace that she was as eager as he.
As soon as they were in his room, Ann turned to face her son. She began pulling off her clothes. Billy followed her example. When he saw her tits spill out of her blouse, he heard himself gasp hoarsely.
He was getting so excited he could hardly control his fingers enough to undress.
The sight of his mother's tits hanging from her chest as she pulled down her slacks had the same powerful effect on him as it had the first time. When she stood, her cunt was naked and all his.
"Oh, Billy," Ann sighed as she saw her boy's prick standing from his crotch. "I don't know why you turn me on more than any other man, but you do."
Her words made Billy feel like a champion stud. He went to his mother, took her in his arms, and kissed her again. With her hot, soft body against his, Billy realized that he had everything a boy could want. As they kissed, they moved closer to the bed, then fell onto it. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies.
Now that Billy wasn't a rank beginner any longer, his fingers moved to his mother's crotch with more confidence than before. Before dipping into her cunt, he lingered at the fat lips, examining the mound.
Then, slowly, he began to follow the cleft from corner to corner with his fingertips. It seemed that the slot was spreading by itself as he played with it. Hot juice seeped out of her cunt.
Billy felt his throbbing cock surrounded by slender, skillful fingers. His mother held him by his cock and tickled the underside of the bloated head.
Ann rolled Billy over on his back. She took her mouth from his, and began kissing her way down his body. Remembering the sensation of having his prick sucked the last time made Billy shiver with anticipation. He could feel his mother's jugs moving down his stomach.
Looking down, Billy saw her rub a stiff nipple over his cock. The big tit lay on his balls, then Ann wrapped his cock between her tits like a hot dog in a bun. Billy could see the tip of his prick peeking out from the mammoth breasts, and he felt the incomparable thrill of that treat.
Ann moved down a bit farther, bringing her mouth to the towering cock. With an expression of lust, she moved her face to the twitching thing until it tapped against her mouth. Opening her mouth, her tongue came into contact with the taut skin of his cockhead. Billy cringed in pleasure as she took his prick into her mouth.
With his mother curled up between his legs, and her mouth around his cock, Billy lay in a fever of passion.
"Mom, oh, Mom!" he gasped. "God, I love it. Oh-h-h-h!"
Ann carefully pressed her face forward, forcing his prick deep into her throat. But she didn't bob her head, and Billy knew that she wasn't going to bring him off in her mouth. He wondered what she had in mind.
With his cock tip lying on her tongue, Ann tightened her mouth around it, then opened her mouth wider and ran her tongue around the fat knob. After giving her son several moments in heaven, she lifted her mouth from his cock.
Feeling his prick cool as her saliva evaporated, Billy waited to see what the woman would do next.
"I want you to do something very special," Ann said as she crawled up beside the boy.
Billy watched as his mother was making herself comfortable beside him. She leaned her head and shoulders against the headboard of the bed and arranged her legs in a wide circle. He could see her hairy crotch spread open.
"I want you to eat me, honey," she said. "Will you do it?"
Billy's face burned. He had dreamed about sticking his face into a cunt and licking the soaking interior. Now, however, when he was given the chance, he felt paralyzed. Of course, he wouldn't turn down any request his mother might make, but he would have to get used to the idea first.
"Yeah, sure," he said.
He slowly began moving into position. When he saw that smiling, toothless mouth between his mother's legs, he felt a dizzy rush of excitement.
The pussy was shining with the slippery juice which he could see gleaming in the slot. Her hair was bristling on either side of that slice, and her ass was peeking out with its twin curves below.
"I know you can do it," Ann said. "There's nothing a woman loves more than having her cunt eaten."
His mother's words seemed to come from far away as Billy saw that pussy coming closer to his face. The hot odor of fresh love juice entered his nostrils, increasing his already overpowering lust. When his nose was a few inches from that swampy cunt, Billy could see the delicate inner lips that guarded the entrance to her cunt.
His fingers went to the cunt before his mouth arrived. He spread the gash. The flower of his mother's cunt opened for him, showing him every fold and crease in it. Then, when he felt her hair tickling his nose, he stuck out his tongue.
The flavor of simmering pussy juice was a shock, but after a few seconds he got used to the taste and began to like it. After all, it was the essence of sex. Billy began probing and licking, slowly at first, but soon he was applying his tongue with eager strokes. "Oh-h-h-h, that's it, sweetheart," Ann cooed. "Yes, m-m-m-m..."
Billy pressed his face into that slippery wetness until the lips of her cunt were spread over his face. Juice ran down his chin. He sent his tongue exploring up his mother's drooling cave, then around the perimeter of its entrance, and finally to her clit. He felt the little bud and fluttered his tongue over it. Ann shook so violently the bed squeaked.
"Oh, Billy, yeah, right there! Suck it!" she moaned. "I knew you could do it. I knew it. Ow-w-w-w-w! Oh-h-h-h!"
Billy forced his mother's thighs wider apart, opening her gash even more so he could reach higher up her cunt tube. He could feel that narrow passage contracting on his tongue as if it were trying to tell him how his lapping was affecting it.
"Now, suck my clit, that little bud," Ann instructed breathlessly. "Yeah-h-h-h. That's right. Oh-h-h God! Oh-h-h! I love it!"
Ann's hips began pumping and wiggling back and forth, so Billy had to hold on to her thighs to keep his face buried in her cunt. His tongue was beginning to ache with his efforts, but he didn't mind. As long as that woman was moaning and gasping in sexual joy, he was willing to do anything for her.
"Billy, you're making me come. Oh, honey, you're really doing it to me. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
A few days before Billy had been a virgin. Now he had a climaxing pussy spread over his face. He knew he had come a long way. And it was better than anything that had ever happened to him.
"Oh-h-h-h, I'm coming! Oh-h-h-h-h-oh-h-h-h-h!
Oh-h-h-h!"
As Ann's voice rose in desperate howls of insane bliss, Billy kept his tongue hard at work. Then Ann wiggled out of his grasp, pulling her cunt away from him.
"T-that's enough! Oh, I can't take any more!"
she gasped.
Billy lifted his head and looked at the woman whose pussy he had ravaged. He wouldn't have recognized her. She was covered with sweat, her chest was heaving with deep breaths, and her face wore an expression that Billy had never seen before.
Billy moved forward, bringing his prick to that sloppy gash. Pushing his cockhead down toward it with his hand, he felt the searing heat of the cunt bathe it. Then he moved his cock around in that gooey swamp, found the entrance, and threaded his prick through it.
As he watched his cock sink into the cave, his mother moaned and reached out for him.
"Yeah, fuck me," she moaned.
Billy felt her grab him with strong fingers and pull him down on her.
"Mom, eating you was great, and fucking you is even better. I can't believe how good all this is," he said into her ear.
"It is good," Ann said. "It's wonderful, beautiful."
Billy lifted and dropped his hips, pumping his prick into that tunnel he had just reamed with his tongue. Since he was already on the verge of coming, it didn't take him long to fill that cunt with a huge load of jism.
"Oh-h-h! Uh-h-h!" Billy grunted with orgasmic glee.
"I can feel you coming, baby. I can feel you shooting into me."
When Billy ran out of cream, he stopped pumping and relaxed on the soft body beneath him. He concentrated on his spent cock lying in the hot grip of his mother's cunt while she ran her long fingernails along his sides.
The telephone rang in the kitchen, bringing the incestuous couple back to earth. Although Billy would have preferred to ignore the phone, he felt his mother tap his shoulder, telling him to let her up. Reluctantly, he rolled off her. Ann hopped off the bed and hurried out of the room with Billy watching her ass quiver and sway.
Since he couldn't help thinking it was Jim on the phone, he felt jealous and resentful toward his mother for making him abandon her body. But, just after he heard his mother sing a sweet hello into the phone, she called to him.
Billy trotted to the phone just as eagerly as Ann had. Ann handed him the phone and left the room.
When Billy heard Karen's voice his cock began to get hard again.
"My father is letting me use the car tomorrow afternoon, and I wondered if you would like to go for a ride," she said.
"Sure," Billy said.
She asked him if he would be ready by noon. He said he would be, and they said good-bye.
"That sounded like Karen on the phone," Ann said when Billy found her back in his bed.
"Yeah, it was," he said. "She wants me to go for a ride with her tomorrow."
"Well, good luck with her," Ann said. "She looks like a hot chick."
"Oh, Mom," Billy giggled. "You're great. You really are."
Billy climbed on her body again and kissed her.
As her son began ravaging her agin, Ann thought about Billy and Karen. She really wanted her son to get somewhere with the girl, but she didn't know why. Although she knew that Jim wanted his daughter to remain innocent, she didn't know why she wanted the opposite. Why should she oppose the man who loved her? And why was she keeping Jim waiting for an answer to his proposal?