Chapter 7
Mike reached out and made a hungry, tenacious grab for his mother's firm buttocks.
As his fingers tightly squeezed against the reddened folds of flesh which he had earlier stung with his devastating slaps, he could think of only one thing, driving his hard, emblazoned thick shaft into the warm wet recesses of Doris' pink slit.
He shoved his stiff blood-engorged member forward, letting it penetrate its way inside his mother's warm, tight, ever inviting damp orifice as their bodies blended in mutual passion.
Doris let out a loud groan as Mike's stiff erection surged in a single spearing up-thrust deep inside the lust inferno of her squirming belly. Her skin tingled as spasm after spasm of convulsive passion rippled through her flesh like electric current.
Her eyes closed and a thin beaded line of perspiration gleamed on her brow as she brushed her blonde hair aside and began to sensuously glide her body up and down on the stiff length of Mike's turgid prick. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, a moaning whine escaping her lips each time she lifted her ripe ass globes with her taut thigh muscles and let herself sink again with delicious lusty enjoyment, impaled against the straight-up hardness of his firm erection as it tunneled and ripped tightly into the passion-heated depths of her overwhelmed cunt.
Mike held his mother's hips tightly, his fingers pulling sharply at the fleshy nether cheeks of her ass as his bludgeoning prick movements carried his skewering instrument ever deeper into her ravaged belly.
He's hurting me, my son's hurting me, and I love it, Doris thought as Mike kept on ravaging her with his torpedo-like thrusts. She loved being dominated in a flaming debauchery of non-stop lust in which he had initially slapped her firm white ass cheeks, only to proceed to a series of knifing cock stabs that left her moaning and reeling, desiring more of the same.
Doris hissed lasciviously as Mike lifted his head and kissed her with flaming arousal on the crinkly pink softness of her right nipple. Her firm, rounded breast tingled to the touch of his lips, and immediately, upon removing them for her nipple, he then reached out with his tongue and let it flick eagerly against her emblazoned nipple as Doris heaved a deep gasp, barely able to comprehend all that was happening to her as her head swam with drunkening lust and she continued to feel the searing waves of pain in her moist cuntal passage from the savage procession of slashing cock stabs that Mike speedily and unswervingly delivered.
Suddenly his wanton mother in her enriching blonde beauty found herself being carried away more noticeably than ever as she mewled animalishly and gritted her teeth. She suddenly began to move her sleek hips and firm ripe buttocks up and down with such frantic urgency that Mike could barely breathe beneath her as her crotch ground heatedly toward his abdomen again and again under the relentless floodtide of his piercing prick attack.
Mike's eyes widened with increasing lust and his nostrils flared as he kept on pounding his huge meaty muscle into his lust-crazed mother, her breasts jiggling against his chest as he leaned forward. Doris worked her searing buttocks up and down with amazing fervor, grunting and moaning like a banshee.
Mike grunted and clenched his fingers tightly against the smooth ripe nether cheeks of Doris' flailing ass as he kept pounding his piercing tool into her, driving it solidly and promptly as he propelled himself ever nearer that lusty moment when the thick white droplets of his splashing sperm would torpedo thunderous from the end of his steadily racing cock and into her thoroughly dominated mound.
She hissed loudly, then entwined her silky smooth legs around her son's body as the juices were inevitably forced to splash from her exhilarated cunt. "Oh! . . . Oh! . . . I'm com-miiinnnnggg!! "
She gasped as her jiggling breasts bounced with unflagging energy.
The procession of torrid movement continued without let-up as Mike kept devastating his mother's exploding cunt with his stiff, pulsating cock thrusts. As she lifted her warm buttocks and met his stinging attack head-on, the juices exploding from her smooth silky slit all the while, he felt the great white waves of heat grip his stiff cock and lust-bloated balls as the floodtide of thick white orgasm sperm was set to rocket from the end of his rock hard prick.
Mike delivered several more piercing slaps to his mother's ass cheeks, causing her to let out a throaty moan of pleasure-pain while his semen-coated cock kept blasting forward into the tight inner reaches of her dewy slit in the immediate aftermath of her captivating explosion.
"You're hurting me and I love it," she gasped. "My dear, you really can dominate me. You're great."
"Am I hurting your cunt?" he asked gaspingly, flinging his ass cheeks back and forth in the ever rising crescendo of passionate movement.
"You are, oh yes, you'd better believe it," Doris nodded. "I wanna feel your hot sauce inside me. C'mon, keep fucking me, drive your big prick inside my cunt. Oh, I wanna be your bitch, c'mon, Mike dear, make me your own personal bitch."
She flung her hips back and forth a few times, letting them race as she prepared to receive his hot, uncompromising male liquid, which was ready to topple from the end of his raging cock.
The emblazoned inferno stored up between Mike's steadily twisting legs was moving ever nearer a tumultuous reality as his sharply spearing fingers reached down and began to tug at Doris' ever restless breasts while her body rocked back and forth in a whirlpool of surging lust. All the while his cock kept battering relentlessly into her wet hair-fringed fissure.
His lust-bloated balls moved to an ever rising crescendo of impassioned heat and ultimately the thick splashing juices just had to spray from the end of Mike's feverish prick. His scalding hips twisted and turned as he watched the spewing droplets of white cream spray prolifically from the end of his stiff blue-veined cock, which kept on assaulting her with devastating vigor.
"You're hurting, you're really hurting and I love it," Doris hissed, her flailing hips bouncing repeatedly against the bed, creating a loud, devastating thumping sound.
"Hang in there, the stuff's shooting," Mike gasped.
"I know it is. Ooooohhhh, it's so delicious. I love it, oh, darling, can you fuck," she moaned throatily as her twisting vagina was flooded by the onrushing tide of hot spewing white juice from the end of her son's commanding prick.
When the final few droplets of onrushing sperm had descended from the end of Mike's flowing instrument, everything became tense and still. At first the sounds of Mike's heavy breathing could be heard until, finally, silence reigned.
It was not until Doris looked over at the sight of her son stretched out on his back, resting in the immediate aftermath of their wild bold escapade, that she began looking on what had transpired with incredulity.
As she shut her eyes momentarily she was able to relive the spine-tingling moment when the gushing fountain of sperm had cascaded from the end of her son's devastating, cream-filled prick and into the clasping heat of her feverish pussy.
Ever so unyieldingly Mike had battered her with his lust-boated prick until the seething semen fully expended itself inside of her. And she could feel tremendous soreness in her womanly womb from where his knife-like stabs had slashed into her.
As for Mike, he remained in a state of disbelief until a few minutes had passed. He thought about the uncompromising way that his lusty cock had gone after Sophie earlier, and he had thought at the time that it would be impossible to exceed that level of animal intensity. But only a few hours later he had generated a stirring white heat within himself and his partner that totally eclipsed the magnitude of sexual ecstasy that he had experienced with Sophie. It was not that fact alone, however, that left him in such a limp state only moments after the consummation of his most recent act. No, the fact that devastated him no end was that his partner had been no one other than his own mother. And, un-like Sophie, she had not been satisfied merely to be dominated and devastated by his long, proudly stirring prick. She had begged for more and he had given it to her in the form of a series of shattering slaps that had landed ringingly against her ripe ass-cheeks.
Both mother and son were too embarrassed to even look at each other at that tense moment in time, much less say anything. All Doris could do was peek curiously out of the corner of her eye a few times as Mike eased his tired body upward from his mother's bed and walked slowly in a semi-trance back to the privacy of his own bedroom.
As Mike shut his bedroom door behind him he realized for the first time just how tired he was from the long flight and the exhaustive sexual activity in which he had participated.
His arms and legs felt sore as he threw himself into bed and closed his eyes. But as tired as he was, sleep would not come for quite some time as Mike's head spun in continuous confusion as he recounted what had happened in bed with his mother.
What was wrong with him? he asked himself in a state of thorough confusion. Little could he comprehend just how and why he had so hungrily desired his own mother, and, indeed, why he had been so hell-bent with lust that he eagerly desired to expose her to pain. Or, on the other hand, why she had begged him to hurt her.