Chapter 8
Even though it had taken Mike a good deal of time to get to sleep, once that he did he slept soundly until the middle of the morning.
He did not awaken until he felt something tugging at his hair. Mike blinked his eyes open and observed his dreamy-eyed mother staring at him wantonly as she ran her fingers slowly through his hair. She was totally naked, just as she had been when he had last seen her the night before, the difference being that it had been dark then whereas now it was totally light.
Mike slowly examined his mother's face and form in the revealing light of mid-morning. He recalled how many girls he had gone to bed with on quick one night stands after meeting them in bars. On those occasions, almost without exception, he was jolted to his very foundation the following morning to discover what the woman really looked like. In the sheltered confines of darkness, obscured further by the booze that he had consumed, the woman almost always looked considerably more attractive than she appeared the next day in the revealing light of day, which brought out every tell-tale line and sag on her body. Many times Mike had been downright depressed almost to the point of tears in those situations, asking himself silently how he ever got roped into such a dilemma, and then had a terrible headache besides.
The only similarity between then and the present was the headache, which he had derived from gulping down too much vin rose with his mother. It also left his throat parched. But the longer he looked into his mother's face, the more impressed that Mike became. He knew that she was forty-one, but in the revealing light of day, even after a tough night, she could have conservatively passed as ten years younger.
He looked into her clear, alert blue eyes, then appraised the silky softness of her creamy white complexion. Mike then appraised her body. Doris' firm white globes of breast flesh stood out with the same degree of proud prominence that they had the night before. His appraising eyes followed every shapely contour of her rigid milky white flesh, from her firm abdomen down to her sensuous flowing thighs. Then, of course, there were the radiantly sparkling blonde pubic hairs and the smooth pink slit that resided beneath them.
Mike thought about the relatively secluded sex life that his mother had led through most of her life. She had met Mike's father as an undergraduate in an English seminar course that he had been teaching at a university in the Midwest. Not long after they met they were married, and soon thereafter Mike's father received an opportunity to move to southern California to take a teaching post. That was the state of things when he entered the scene by being born. He was certain that his mother had been a virgin when she had met and was ultimately swept off her feet by his scholarly father, who impressed his mother always with his rich background in both classical and contemporary writing. His mother always had something of the frustrated writer in her, and despite her voracious reading appetite, she had not actually pursued her writing interest beyond writing several short poems, one of which she succeeded in publishing in a poetry journal compiled by a small college on the East Coast.
He couldn't help but conclude while continuing to stare into his beautiful blonde mother's face that her relatively sheltered sexual background had helped her preserve her youth to such a marked degree. His deceased father had been a man of moderate taste in practically everything and was not given to extremes, so Mike reasoned that he probably did not extend himself or his mother inordinately in the realm of sex.
So now in her early forties Doris had turned into a raging tigress, Mike clearly observed, coming out of the cloistered shell that followed her husband's tragic death. As startling as the new phase was to Mike, he could have adjusted to it considerably easier had it not been for the craving need she had expressed for him. He also remained mindful that, even before they had jumped into bed together, his penis had hardened not once but twice in her presence.
"How's my handsome boy this morning?" Doris Ferguson asked after finally removing her fingers from Mike's hair.
"I've got a headache."
"I have something of a headache myself," she laughed mischievously. "I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise to either one of us, considering how much wine we had."
"No, I guess not," Mike nodded slowly, just beginning to wake up.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," she smiled.
Mike's body tensed. He wondered just what his suddenly wild and untamed mother was about to suggest.
"I'm gonna fix you a big breakfast and lots of piping hot black coffee," she asserted. It's just the thing that both of us need. After that we'll both be back on top of things. Oh, what the hell, actually I'm on top of things right now. It takes more than a little headache to get me down."
Mike smiled at his mother with admiration.
"You're right," he said. "Actually my headache's starting to go away. It's nothing that's gonna really bother me."
Suddenly Mike's mother puckered up her thickly sensuous ruby red lips, which she allowed to passionately plunge against those of her son, who reacted with a noticeable hardening of his cock underneath his white boxer shorts.
"You glad to be home?" his mother asked with a sensuous whisper.
"You'd better believe it."
"Especially when you get this kind of treatment I've been giving you," Doris Ferguson laughed.
"Does this afford a few more comforts than the Army?"
"You could say that. In fact, you'd have to say that."
"You know what would be just the thing to make you wake up all the way?" Doris asked. "What's that?"
"A nice warm shower. Why don't you take one, my dear? It'll be just the thing for you."
"Maybe you've got a point there."
Mike Ferguson yawned and stretched his slightly stiff arms and legs, noticing a little soreness as well from all of his brisk sex activity of the day before. He kissed his mother tenderly on the forehead and walked into the bathroom.
As he closed the door behind him, Mike quickly slid his shorts down his legs and off of him, then stepped inside the shower. As he turned on the warm water he thought once more about how great it was to be home. The warm water was one more reminder of the comforts that home could afford. He remembered the numerous occasions when the best he could do was a cold shower in the crowded facilities of a barracks, where the warm water became so overburdened that its supply was quickly extinguished and he had to make do with what was left, namely anything from lukewarm to cold water.
He regulated the water in the shower to just the proper comfortable temperature, then stepped underneath it, soaping down his armpits as he luxuriated in the sparklingly warm water, which splashed against his face and body, opening up his pores and providing him with just the proper circulation.
The warm water accomplished wonders for Mike's stiff, sore body, and after he had been standing under it awhile he thought he heard footsteps making their way ever closer toward him.
Suddenly the shower door opened and his voluptuous mother eased her gorgeous form inside the shower with him. Yes, Mike thought, as he observed the pelting droplets of warm water spraying against his mother's firm alabaster skin, she not only refrained from engaging in a lot of sex activity, she also kept in shape by swimming in the backyard pool and playing tennis with her female friends.
He stood there a few inches away from her in breathless silence. His long erect cock stood firm and tall beneath Mike's trim legs, announcing his unmistakable feeling for his sensuous mother.
She reached out with one decisive swooping movement, allowing both hands to make a quick grab for Mike's mammoth hard-on.
"It's like grabbing a slab of concrete," Doris gasped in awe. "What a beautiful cock, and how I love playing with it."
Her fingers slid soothingly up and down the long rubbery base of her son's enormous cock. At first her fluid movements were slow and methodical, but eventually the oversexed mother desired to generate as much in the way of restless tension between her son's already trembling legs as possible.
With driving enthusiasm, Doris pumped sharply with both hands, clinging tightly to the firm folds of his inflated phallus flesh as the droplets of warm water continued to pelt both of them, adding to the scintillating aura of the moment at hand.
Doris' fingers kept stiffly connecting against the firm elongated length of Mike's restless tool, and as the friction became more intense the flaming genital heat in his blood-engorged stiff cock and his orbs of bloated testicle flesh had his heart pounding with stirring rapidity.
Her fingers rippled with driving sensation as they kept on connecting sharply with Mike's lust-bloated prick, which he knew would soon be gushing spewing white sperm.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take," Mike gasped as his mother kept up her steady finger movements.
"You're about ready to juice, baby?"
"I am, I'm so close. You'd better turn loose. I don't want-to waste a hot, healthy load by splashing it in your hands."
Doris smiled knowingly as she quickly withdrew her warm fingers from Mike's turgid excited member. She reached out and grabbed a fresh bar of soap which rested on a nearby stand, handing it to her horny son, whose stiff prick kept dangling long and proud.
He accepted the soap in his right hand, then looked at his smiling mother with puzzlement. Mike wondered just what she wanted him to do with the soap he held in his hand. His moments of bewilderment were kept to a minimum, however, as his mother began to astutely jiggle her firm alabaster tits, which she allowed to twist back and forth in a procession of excitement.
"Go ahead, soap them down," she whispered.
Mike shoved the soap bar forward, letting it press and glide as it brilliantly circulated against the firm furrows of her hot flesh, and as it kept scraping against the dazzling warmth of her bosoms he listened to the seething hissing sounds emanating from her. All the while the droplets of warm water kept dribbling against her snowy white boobs, adding extra luster to the event.
He pushed the soap back and forth for a few excitement-filled minutes, after which Mike then released it from her warmly invigorated breasts, looking down at his strong savage cock muscle as he anticipated some stirring release.
Doris smiled as she took the bar of soap away from her son, then extended her firm alabaster legs. As she spread them, she simultaneously shoved her body forward, giving Mike that much more intimate a view of his beautiful mother's sparse vee pubic hair and the inviting pink slit.
As her hips and well-rounded ass orbs wiggled with erotic precision, Doris, legs still dangling, reached down with the soap bar and let it slide with meticulous care against her matted furry cunt hairs and her aroused vagina.
Mike watched with keen interest as the soap suds merged with the warm spraying water of the shower to create a powerful erotic effect as Doris kept on moving the bar of soap again and again, letting it make brisk scraping contact with her wet hair-fringed fissure.
After Doris had let the soap detonate her excited pussy for a few more moments, she withdrew it from her hot mound, then pushed it forward toward Mike's stiff steely organ.
Once more Doris put the soap to work, this time allowing it to plunge thunderously up and down the full length of Mike's bloated cock while his legs trembled.
"Damned, you'll have me off in no time," he gasped loudly.
"Hold on. I'm gonna play with you for just a little while, darling."
"It's just that I can't take much more."
"I know that."
Doris threw her head back and laughed, enjoying every sweeping moment of contact as the suds bubblingly magnified around her son's bristling crotch.
When she withdrew the bar of soap from Mike's cock, the fires burned within him with overwhelming desire. He badly sought immediate release. To get his point across he reached out and let his fingers stirringly apply themselves to his mother's taut, firm pink nipples. He twisted and ground his fingers against the compliant flesh as he heard her let out several erotic moans in rapid succession.
As Mike kept up his firm assault on his mother's aroused, hardened nipples, he pushed his quivering red tongue forward, letting it snake its way with decisive rapidity inside her open mouth. Together they let their tongues whip ferociously as they merged them in a wet whirlpool of hot, savory saliva.
They kept drilling their steady tongues against each other for several long minutes, after which Mike withdrew breathlessly from his mother's mouth.
His heart pounded with thumping anxiety and his stiff inflated prick cried out with immediate need. Mike reached up and turned off the water, then stepped nimbly out of the shower.
Walking quickly over to the towel rack, Mike picked up a brisk clean blue towel, watching as his beautiful mother followed him out of the shower, her sensuous body dripping pellets of warm water which had been spraying her for the last few ecstasy-swept minutes.
Mike reached out and let the towel make firm contact with his mother's firm form. As it rubbed against the wet, juttingly voluptuous flesh of Doris' firm breasts, his sturdy penis hardened with greater resolution than ever as he looked forward with great fervor to enjoying some immediate sex.
The towel kept sweeping rapidly over Doris' captivating body as Mike worked it with speedy precision. When he withdrew the towel from Doris' now dry body, he quickly dried himself off as well, slowing down the flow of activity when he came to his long, sturdy prick, which he was so eager to throw into immediate action.
When Mike hung the towel back on the rack, he walked back to Doris and took her by the hand. Together they strode silently into the bedroom, knowing fully well that explosive fireworks were in the imminent offing. The only doubt to be resolved was just which acts they would be engaging in.
Doris took Mike's precious prick into her hands, moving her fingers with great elasticity up and down the entire length of it as the steam built within him. When she removed her fingers, Mike decided that he would engage in an act of great erotic need. He wanted not just a blow job from his panting, sensually alive mother. He wanted to totally take charge and brutalize her as he had the night before, to drill his hard springing cock into the farthest reaches of her open mouth.
"Just open your mouth, because I'm gonna ram my cock into it," Mike gasped, getting his point across with even greater fervor by reaching out with both hands and letting his prodding fingers jerk and twist sharply against the smooth surface of her warm breasts.
"You nasty man," she laughed as the erotic tension mounted. "Go ahead and throat fuck me. Drive your big dick deep into my mouth. Dominate me just like you did last night. I'm a big girl now and I'm ready for somebody like you."
When the word "dominate" came out of his mother's mouth, Mike was triggered into spontaneous action. He reached out with his bruising hands, shoving them forward in a steady volley of swirling passion as they came into stirring contact with her buttocks, which were a little sore from the pummeling that they had received the preceding evening.
Giving no quarter, Mike unsympathetically whipped his hands back and forth several times in rapid succession, watching with great joy and satisfaction as his mother's burning ass-cheeks swayed while the crackling sounds of flesh meeting flesh reverberated in the ears of both of them.
"What a take charge guy," his mother gasped, "you're sure a take charge guy. Ah, you're all man, all man."
His crisp movements continued for a few more strokes, and when Mike finished he looked down once more at his thick steady shaft, which was more ready than ever to tear into its target.
Mike let his hands move downward toward Doris' firm white bosoms. As he clutched with great tightness, he drove his pummeling prick forward and let it make its first seething contact within the inner reaches of Doris' hot mouth.
He crammed his hard, driving, blue-veined tool deep inside of her mouth, letting it sharply spear her time and again as his bulging ball sacs dragged against her chin. He continued his searing movements without let-up, all the while allowing his fingers to pinch sharply against the firmness of Doris' tits.
Several stampeding stabs later, as his fingers buried themselves tightly against the tight, taut pink nipples of his lover, his bloated balls became even more inflated with animal passion, itching with unconsummated desire as the skewering juices within them prepared to spill volcanically from the end of his driving member and into the cavernous inner recesses of her open mouth.
Even though Doris could barely breathe and her breasts and nipples were becoming increasingly sorer from the stinging finger stabs that Mike kept putting forth, she still couldn't help but love just what this aroused animal son of hers was doing as he drove himself that much nearer to the rousing precipice of a sizzling climax.
A few driving stabs later the first few droplets of scalding white cream spewed out of the end of the spongy rubbery tip of Mike's electrified cock. He felt thousands of volts sweep through his body, electrically charging him with unflinching desire as his hips corkscrewed wildly and the spraying droplets of his thick, scintillating cream kept spilling from the end of his hot shaft, spraying into the wide open gullet that he used as his receptacle, his mother's mouth.
Doris felt like a fire-eater in the circus as she sought to gulp down every delightful juicy pellet of hot liquid that gushed from out of the end of his electrified organ and into her mouth.
Mike's body kept charging with uninhibited glory, working from side to side, then up and down until the final volley of thick white penis fluid had gushed from the end of his mammoth pole.
When he ever so slowly eased his cock from his mother's mouth, calmness suddenly returned to Mike's body. No longer did he feel like a man possessed of one objective, that of deriving as much as he could in the way of explosive sexual thrills.
"Now I'll fix a delicious breakfast for my big man," his mother looked up at him with admiration and ran her fingers through his hair.
Mike decided to stretch out on the bed for a few minutes while his mother prepared breakfast. He shut his eyes. Mike's head began to spin immediately as he recalled all the wild and rousing activities that had occurred since he arrived back home. He wondered just how much more unexpected excitement his body could absorb.
He did not get up until his mother rapped on the door and informed him that breakfast was ready.
As he sat down at the table and began to eat, Doris began asking her son about how things had gone in the Army. Mike gave brief responses, sometimes no more than a word or two. He remained immersed in thought over all that was happening to him, the way that his life was turning in a way that he had never deemed possible. Every time that he saw the enticing upturned loveliness of his mother's twisting ass cheeks he felt compelled to reach out and deliver crackling slaps to her buttocks, which would redden ever so quickly under the driving pressure of his quick onslaughts.
He ate quickly, gobbling down hot cakes, eggs and bacon, then washing the food down with orange juice and black coffee. Just as his mother had prophesied, the food helped. As he got up from the table after finishing, Mike noticed that his headache was not nearly as noticeable as it had been before.
"What an appetite my boy has," Doris smiled as she began to clear the table. "An even bigger one than before you went in the service."