Chapter 4
Lisa was dazed. The shameful scene which lay before her flooded her mind. Her own son and her best friend! What was she to do?
She dare not go in on them, for fear she might cause a scene. There were too many people around. All she could do was wait, wait until the shameful act had passed.
She stood silent and still, staring between the slit in the camper's curtains.
"It's my turn to have a little fun, now," Ron said, pushing Susan up on the bunk and stretching out beside her.
Lisa stared in horror as her own son stood on his knees and removed his pants and jockey shorts.
Susan looked up at the virile muscular youth and secretly admired his huge, well-hung cock.
God he's big, Susan said to herself.
Ron knew Susan was admiring his trim firm body and felt a strong sense of manly pride as her eyes fixed upon his huge, meaty prick. Yes, those arduous hours of exercise and running had paid off; he had a powerfully, tight body, the kind that women lusted after and men became envious of.
Ron eyed the nude body of Susan with contemplation. Yes, he would dominate this overconfident, luscious dark girl, bring her to complete and utter submission!
Ron straddled her waist so that her supple, tan body was flanked on either side by one of his legs. He reached down and roughly turned the nakedly splayed wife over on her belly.
Lisa watched incredulously as her son hungrily eyed the exposed, swelling buttocks of her best friend. Ron took his thick, eight-inch cock between both of his hands and salaciously ground it against Susan's unprotected asscheeks.
Lisa almost gasped in horror as she watched her naked teenage son lewdly rock his pelvis to and fro. Suddenly, she felt uneasy and anxious. She could not explain the bizarre feeling that came upon her like a hot flash, then vanished just as suddenly. But for a wicked, unexplained moment, Lisa caught herself actually studying the huge, meaty cock of her son. She was somehow fascinated as she saw the purplish rings of muscle lining its shaft and the mushroom-shaped cap of its spongy cock-head. Was she both awe-struck and amazed that her own son could have such a beautiful, well-hung prick! Suddenly these unexplained, lewd thoughts vanished as Ron made his next move before the eyes of his own mother.
The aroused youth suddenly lay the meaty shaft of his prick horizontally in the fleshy cleft of Susan's asscheeks. He put each of his hands on one of her fleshy mounds and pressed down with manly pressure. Susan felt the air escaping from her still-heated lungs as the well-hung youth slowly pushed his cock against the moist, warm nether-flesh of her married ass.
As Ron's cock swelled to pole-like immensity, Susan felt spasms of pain as the heavy weight of Ron's bloated cock and balls pushed hotly against the delicate, nakedly exposed flesh of her ample buttocks.
Had Susan made a mistake? She had set out to seduce this youth, but it seemed that she was the one being led, she was the submissive one. Had she bit off more than she could chew? This "boy" had amazed her with his tight, powerful body and seemingly thorough knowledge of sex. And what worried her most was that Ron seemed to get a bit rough at times. She trembled at the thought of him losing his temper.
"You've got a nice ass, Susan," Ron said, as he clenched and unclenched his hips.
Suddenly he lunged forward with a powerful thrust that stretched the raw, tender skin of her anal sphincter to painful elongation.
"That hurts!" Susan cried in real pain.
"Oh, really?" Ron replied mocking her.
"Ron, what's wrong?" she asked.
"I bet ya don't think I'm man enough for ya, huh?"
"What, what are you talking about? I never said that!"
It didn't matter what Susan had said, what mattered was what Ron believed and he believed that he must show her who was boss!
Ron was becoming quite aroused now. Susan felt his manly athletic weight trapping her and she knew that there was nothing she could do; she dare not try to escape; there was no place to run. She knew that he was much stronger than her and could overpower her easily.
"Well, it's like this, Susie, "Ron said, "I think you need a little lesson in not calling me Ronnie. If you learn your lesson well, I'll never have to do this again."
Susan felt Ron's body moving above her; he was repositioning himself; suddenly the weight of his buttocks rested on the small of her back and he was facing her ass.
"Now," Ron said, "what is my name?"
Susan did not answer.
Wham! Ron suddenly slapped her naked ass with the open palm of his hand. Tears welled up in Susan's eyes and she tried to wiggle free but Ron's weight and power were too much for the trapped wife to overcome.
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!
Susan writhed in real pain as her nakedly-splayed ass-flesh stung with the cruel spanking the powerful teenager was delivering to her nakedly exposed buttocks.
Lisa did not quite understand what was going on as the camper was fully soundproof, but the sight of her son sadistically spanking a full-grown woman shocked her. She'd only heard about things like that, second hand, and here was her own son performing an act that she thought only occurred in porno films! Maybe her son knew much more than she gave him credit for! That was a strange thought. What if her own son was capable of performing like a man? A nagging, unconscious voice planted wicked thoughts in her mind; she actually let her morality slip for a moment and an obscene, lewd thought surfaced to her conscious mind.
What would it be like to have her own son's cock thrust between her thighs?
My God! Lisa said to herself. What am I thinking. The idea is so wicked, nice people don't do things like that! What an awful thought!
Lisa told herself that she wasn't in her right mind, that the shock of discovery of her best friend with her son had temporarily interrupted her rational thought process. She suddenly found herself back to normalcy, staring in astonisliment at her own son straddling the naked back of Susan.
"What's my name?" he demanded.
"Ron," Susan screamed. "Your name is Ron!"
"That's more like it," he said. The dark nude wife could feel the stinging welts on her abused ass throbbing with reddened pain.
Ron suddenly reversed his position and turned Susan over on her back. He sat on her thighs, his legs straddling her pelvis. His bloated balls rested, covering the shallow crater of her navel and his long, purplish cock lay lewdly on her lithe, tight belly and almost touched the soft, melonish flesh of her tits.
He salaciously ground the stiffened pole of his meaty erection against the girlish flesh of her belly. Susan winced as the diamond-hard immensity of his prick gouged the sensitive nerves of her tender skin.
"Would you like to suck my cock?" the virile youth asked Susan.
"I'll do anything you want," Susan said. "Just please don't spank me again."
"Well, you be a good little girl and I won't have to," Ron replied as he took each of her womanish tits in his hands, pinching the deep-red orbs of her thick, tight nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Despite Susan's fear of Ron, and her still burning ass, a shiver of delight tingled in her loins as Ron deftly massaged her naked breasts.
"You've got a great pair of tits," he said. "Let me stick my cock between them."
Susan knew it would be useless to protest, and it might even be dangerous.
"Sure," she said, submissively resigning herself to her fate. "Go ahead."
Ron slid up Susan's nude torso, dragging his buttocks over her delicate skin. Susan felt the steel-wool-like hairs of his scrotum cutting into the sensitive pores of her gorgeous skin.
Lisa almost shrieked as she watched her own son lay his cock between the proud high mounds of her best friends naked breasts. Ron reached down and took the fleshy, warm fullness of both of Susan's tits in his hands and deliciously surrounded his swollen cock with the warm, raw blood-filled peaks of her breast flesh.
"Yeah," he moaned as he buried his meaty prick between Susan's tits.
Ron slowly began working his pelvis over the luscious, tan flesh of the helpless wife, who lay pinned beneath him like a butterfly laid out for inspection. Susan felt a tightening, friction-producing sensation as Ron's stiffened cock-flesh pulled and pinched the soft nether flesh of Susan's nakedly displayed tits. She glanced down between her breasts and saw Ron's spongy cock-head slithering lewdly in and out of the secret valley of her deep cleavage.
Suddenly Ron pushed the nipple-capped peaks of her voluptuous breasts towards each other, and rubbed each of her rubbery nipples against the other one. Although Susan felt pain, she also felt pleasure at the new, unusual sensation of having her nerve-filled, sensitive nipples crushed against one another by a potent, virile male!
Ron began a slow humming rhythm, stretching and pulling the delicate, luscious belly flesh of Susan as his hairy scrotum dragged over her sensitive skin. The heat from her married belly warmed the semen-filled contents of his bloated balls and an electric, tingling heat simmered in his loins.
Ron thrust the purplish head of his cock high and hard between Susan's proud, pert tits, and the end of his spongy dick-head brushed against the warm moistness of her lower lip. Susan saw the tiny slit in the end of the mushroomed-shaped cap and knew well the awesome, potent power lurking behind the seemingly innocent opening.
"Suck my cock," Ron said matter-of-factly. "I want to fill your little belly with my cum."
Susan knew she had to obey. She opened her lips, like the parting of an exotic, rare flower to reveal the moist, secret cavity of her mouth. Ron felt her warm breath playing over the sensitive shaft of his man-sized erection and he leaned forward and sunk his huge cock into the inviting, saliva-filled orifice which Susan offered to him. A tingling mixture of hot and cold danced along the cudgeling pole of his meaty erection as Susan's lips pursed tightly around the stiffened meat of his swollen penis. He glanced down at her; yes, he was completely dominating the nude wife. The sight of Susan below him, his cock half-way sunk into the wet fissure of her mouth, caused his blood-filled cock to swell even more.
Susan felt the muscles in his cock involuntarily stiffen as it swelled to mouth-filling immensity. Susan felt pleasure, despite her lingering fears, and decided to suck and tease Ron's throbbing member until a flood of semen gutted her belly. For Susan's specialty was cocksucking! Every woman has one particular thing they love to do or have done to them, and this dark, cinnamon-sexy wife loved to work a man's prick in her mouth! She loved the warm, overpowering feel of a prick as it slid in and out of her wet, sucking mouth. She lusted after the wicked, delicious sensations of those blood-engorged, purplish veins sliding against the pinkish folds inside her mouth, and the lewd, wanton feeling of a spongy cock-head banging and pummeling the roof of her freely offered mouth.
"Ummmm!" Ron moaned. "You've got a nice little mouth! It feels just like a cunt in there!"
He slowly began the long, skewering cock-strokes which would eventually propel him to heated orgasm and thrust a river of cum into Susan's married belly.
Lisa watched in horror as Susan, who obviously had some experience at this, gripped the base of her son's satiny penis and squeezed and rubbed its immense circumference salaciously between her thumb and forefinger. As Ron raised his hips off of Susan's flattened tits, and his reddish balls slapped lewdly against Susan's chin, Lisa quivered as Susan reached up with her other free hand and massaged Ron's dangling, hairy testicles with obvious agility.
Lisa saw her son's buttocks clench and unclench, the muscles in his hairy thighs tighten as Susan's cheeks hollowed to suck and pull the pulsing immensity of Ron's teenage cock into her mouth.
An agonizing, wicked thought flitted through the consciousness of Lisa's brain; Was she really horrified or was she jealous? Would she like to be in Susan s place? Would Lisa like to have the cock of her own son sunk deep in her throat? As a purely sexual attraction, Ron was very appealing. His athletic body and powerful, hairy loins were enough to attract any woman, no matter who she was. Lisa seemed to be struggling with the harsh, demanding strictures of her Puritan conscience and the organic, primeval urgings of her own woman's body.
It's wicked! she told herself. My God! he's my son!
Ron's cock was skewering the inside of Susan's freely-offered mouth with an intensity that was approaching demonic proportions. A slurping, liquid popping issued from the nude wife's oral orifice as her mouth filled with the liquid, warming balm of her saliva, just as her own cunt had flooded with pungent love-juices when Ron had licked her nudely offered pussy to quivering orgasm. Susan's tongue wagged frantically as it lewdly encircled the throbbing prick-head of Ron. Suddenly Susan remembered a maneuver that drove most men wild and she daringly applied it to the swollen member of her teenage partner; Susan's tongue was an unusual instrument. It was incredibly segmented and muscular. As a little girl she used to spend hours amazing and amusing her schoolmates as she created many strange and magical shapes with her agile tongue. And now she used her mobile instrument to powerfully jab at the tiny slit in the end of Ron's blood-filled cock.
"Jesus!" he yelled, grabbing her ears and guiding her face deliciously over his swollen prick. "Wow! What a cocksucker you are!"
Susan was a wanton animal now, her nakedly-splayed legs scissoring in lewd rhythm to the increasingly violent cock-thrusts of Ron. Susan felt Ron's lust-bloated prick trying to burrow down her throat and she lewdly demonstrated her specialty, her cheeks hollowed, then puffed up, then hollowed. Ron felt his sweating body buckle as the naked wife voraciously sucked the entirety of Ron's blue-veined penis into the dark moistness of her wet, warm cuntal-like throat!
"I'll be a son-of-a bitch!" Ron grunted as delicious tingling sensations of raw lust shot through his teenage loins, "You've swallowed my goddamn prick!"
Ron leaned further and he felt Susan's fingers violently stuffing the hairy sac of his semen-bloated testicles into her prick-hungry mouth. At last Susan had sucked the entirety of Ron's throbbing cock and balls into her throat and mouth.
Susan was a cock-hungry whore now; nothing could stop her as she gave entirely away to the one uncontrollable fetish that she constantly fought to suppress; the wicked thrill of an immense naked prick tearing into the soft pinkish flesh of her throat!
Lisa watched with horror as her best friend clasped her hands around Ron's wildly pummeling buttocks and pulled his masculine loins closer to her greedy, cock-filled mouth.
Ron was laboring hard now, his lust-filled pelvis pumping hard against the violated mouth of the tan, gorgeous girl who lay submissively beneath him, her lithe female body spread out flat like some rare butterfly pinned for exhibition.
Ron felt a shudder in his belly; he suddenly lurched forward and hammered a series of punishing cock thrusts to the face of Susan. Susan felt the spongy head of Ron's prick pulse ominously and she knew that the virile young man would soon be sending a stream of gushing cum down her eager belly!
Lisa watched her own son as his frantic pelvic thrusts suddenly broke into a series of staccato lunges and she knew that her best friend had sucked the cock of Ron to bursting orgasm.
Ron felt the delicious, pulsing surge of his lava-like jism as it whirled through his heated balls, as it sizzled along his lengthy prick, as it paused for an instant before erupting into a violent flood of viscous bubbling semen streaming down Susan's throat.
Again and again the slit in the end of Ron's cock contracted and expanded releasing literal bucketfuls of cum into Susan's throat. Ron's potent semen glutted her mouth and throat, then bubbled lewdly around Ron's purplish shaft which was still deeply imbedded in Susan's lust-filled throat.
When the quaking throes of Ron's orgasm had passed into his memory, he slowly withdrew his flaccid penis from Susan's mouth and she hungrily licked the last few drops of his semen from her lips.
"We'd better get cleaned up," Ron said to Susan, matter-of-factly. "Mom'll be back any time."