Chapter 6
Mike Ferguson had awakened upon hearing a strange sound.
He could not be immediately certain just what it had been, although it seemed to be a moan. As he opened his eyes and listened ever so carefully for a repetition, he heard it again. It sounded like a sensual throaty moan, and he could not imagine just where it was coming from or who it involved. After all, he reasoned, he and his mother were the only two people in the house at the time.
Recognizing that there could be a prowler in the house, Mike rose slowly from the bed and traversed into the hallway outside, proceeding in the direction in which the sound seemed to be coming from. He was wearing nothing other than his white boxer shorts as he stopped short in front of his mother's room when he heard the sound unmistakably one more time.
Fearing that perhaps something terrible was happening to his mother in her own bedroom, Mike quickly opened the door. His arms dropped to his sides and his heart pounded in a combination of shock and lust as he watched his mother remove her fingers from her dampened pussy, her entire body vibrating all the while, particularly in her smooth, tremulous thighs.
For what seemed like an eternity, neither mother nor son said anything, but judging from the quick, reflexive manner in which Mike's cock ever so suddenly hardened, words appeared superfluous.
Mike kept cursing himself under his breath for reacting in the way that he had. After all, he reminded himself for more than the first time during a tense, dramatic evening, Doris Ferguson was his mother, not some lusty, impassioned woman filled with need that he had met on a plane as he had Sophie.
He wanted to turn around and run back into his bedroom as fast as his trembling legs could carry him, but instead he stood there continuing to stare at the erotically appetizing sight of his mother lying there in all her naked ivory-skinned glory with her trim legs ever so suggestively spread.
Eventually Doris made a response to Mike's stiff blood-engorged member, which peered out at her ever so lustily from inside the material of his white boxer shorts. She extended her sleek sensuous thighs a little more, then reached down with the first two fingers of her right hand and dabbed them ever so slowly yet surely against the dampness of her silky steaming pink slit.
When her fingers made contact against the surface of her smooth invigorated cunt, she made a squishy sound which caused Mike's already rigid rubbery-tipped shaft to become even harder.
Without even fully recognizing just what was happening, Mike began to step forward slowly, his legs heavy with tense lust as his firm thick shaft kept pointing out of his white boxer shorts.
His heart kept pounding in an ever rising crescendo of ecstasy as he finally came to a stop a few inches away from the bed. He reached down with both hands and firmly grabbed hold of his shorts. Mike began to yank and tug at them, wiggling his excited buttocks as he slid the material down his legs and eventually off of him.
Now his thick, excited prick stood ever so proudly, freed of the confining protection of his shorts. Doris let out a gasp, then reached out with her quivering right hand and allowed it to begin tugging on the nub end of his firm turgid cock.
Her fingers toyed with the spongy tip of his sensation-dominated bulging tool, and by the time that she released her fingers from it they both knew only too well what lay in store for them.
Doris reached out with arms leadened with tense, recoiling passion as she firmly encircled them around her son's responsive body. She kissed him again and again, each time with the fervent eagerness of a schoolgirl with her first lover. Mike felt his already turgid prick stiffen some more as his curvaceous blonde mother let her soft, moist red tongue spear into his mouth and fight a playful battle with his own until he won by soul-kissing her with such bone-tingling passion that he swept her breath away.
Suddenly the earlier pangs of guilt and fearful withdrawal which had existed between mother and son vanished, being replaced by a seething passion that would know no rest until they had supplied each other with the devastating need that they both eagerly desired.
"My handsome boy, you're too much," Doris sighed huskily.
With one sweeping movement of spontaneous devastation, Doris reached out with her right hand and allowed her searching fingers to tremblingly seek out the fleshy bloated muscle of his agitated cock.
For the first time since her thoroughly enjoyable but all too brief flaming affair with Steve had been extinguished, Doris had an opportunity to be aggressively sexy with a young man who strongly appealed to her.
Her fingers closed tightly around the blood-heated length of his male battering ram and Doris began to pump it rousingly with her trembling excited fingers as Mike reached around the curvaceous swell of her steadily wiggling hips and grabbed a soft smooth handful of her white bottom-cheeks.
"Oh darling," she moaned throatily as she stroked his tempestuous male member as it continued to swell and stiffen in her energetic grasp.
Doris shivered as she felt every pore of her hot son's virile maleness press into the hollow of her still trembling, now sweaty palm.
The blood from Mike's torrid loins pulsed along the secreted veins of his hungry cock, filling it with passion-stirred heat until it felt like a red hot poker in her firm, anxious grip as her fingers continued to swelter with desire.
Ever so eagerly, Doris pumped her fist rigidly up and down on the hardening flesh of Mike's steely erection. She felt especially wicked and she rolled a little to the side as Mike gently rubbed the soft curve of his passionate mother's buttocks and his fingers slipped easily into the hollow between her supple, well-tapered thighs.
With great swiftness Doris opened her legs shamelessly as an animalish mewl of wanton surrender gurgled from her lusting lips while his surging fingers electrically brushed the jewel-like bud of her clitoris, hidden in the soft fleecy curls of her stunningly radiant blonde pubic hair.
Her hand kept pumping against Mike's extended shaft harder and faster as the rising heat of her inflamed passion drove her to the brink of actually desiring that her handsome young son rape her: Suddenly it wasn't enough for Doris to be content with just a regular fuck. No, she wanted some depravity, the kind that her son Mike could only give her if he cut loose with everything he had and threw all caution and inhibitions into the wind.
"Get tough with me, Mike," Doris moaned throatily, kicking her legs steadily with depraved lust. "Slap me around, baby. C'mon, I've got a good ass. Don't you think so?"
"Of course," the now confused Mike gulped.
"So get tough with it. Reach out and slap at my ass-cheeks. Really tear me up. Oh, honey, I want it so much, so very much."
The blood rushed to Mike's head and he became consumed with overpowering desire to sadistically dominate his mother, who begged him to fully take charge of her.
Mike drew both hands back, then allowed them to land with heavy, thudding impact as they made contact with his mother's ass-flesh. There was something deliciously and deliriously beautiful in the loud popping sound that emanated from the brisk contact of his sturdy hands coming into contact with Doris' firm white ass-globes.
As he looked down at his mother's now trembling hillocks of sensuous flesh he could already see a reddening from the decisive, crisp contact that he had brought to bear with his bristling fingers.
"Yes, I love it," Doris panted. "Ah, you're dominating me, Mike. You're doing it so beautifully. Slap my ass again. Come on. Get tough, get really tough."
This time Mike shoved his hands back even further than before, landing with more solid impact than he had on the first occasion, listening to the crackling sounds of his fingers digging deeply into the fleshy furrows of her buttocks, and now the blotches of redness stood out with much greater emphasis than before.
As Mike's heart began to pump and pound more wildly and speedily than before, his unmitigated lusts seized him with sparks of searing excitement as his fingers kept slamming into her buttocks time and again, landing with stinging impact as Doris enjoyed the measure of pain being meted out to her and loved the act of domination to which she was being submissively subjected.
When he finished with the devastating ass slaps, Doris closed her hand once more over the bulbous, purplish tip of Mike's excited penis as she kept on deftly sliding her fingers against the rubbery tip of his enormous hard-on.
The harder that she squeezed, the more acute the torrid sensations became within the turgid dimensions of Mike's tingling instrument, which he desired to turn loose with every ounce of animal fury that he could release.
It wasn't just enough to fuck her, Mike felt. He had to dominate every ounce of her quivering, deliciously erotic form.