Chapter 7
Judy Montague wasn't adapting to Mike's condition as well as her husband was. She couldn't get it out of her head that she was making love to her own son. That seemed kinky to her. It certainly wasn't right.
And yet it wasn't her son. Intellectually, she knew it was her husband's brain that guided the probing cock that raced in and out of her cunt. Emotionally, it was her son's prick that fucked her.
Judy wasn't sure that she liked the way Mike stayed so long after school sometimes. She knew the need to keep up the facade of a high-school student. If the insurance company got-the slightest idea that Mike was alive and Fred was stone cold dead, she had no idea what they might do. Judy became confused easily when it came to legal technicalities.
According to the doctors in the hospital, the definition of death had nothing to do with a person's body functions. Only when the brain waves stopped could a person be declared legally dead. And Mike's brain wave continued to squiggle across the funny little chart with the bouncing ink pens.
It was Fred, her very own son, who was dead. But his body lived with her husband's brain.
The woman sobbed silently as she tried to piece the tangled mess together in her head. Judy simply couldn't do it. She rose, went to the bar and poured herself a stiff drink of bourbon. Finishing it off in a single gulp, she let the fiery amber liquor warm her stomach, then poured another drink over several ice cubes.
Judy took it and sat down in an easy chair. As she stared out the window, Mike and a couple of his new friends came into the backyard. She watched them for a little while.
Fred seldom had any of his friends over to the house. In fact, Judy wasn't even sure her son had any real friends. Acquaintances, people he would say "hello" to, but no true, real friends.
Mike was too outgoing and good natured not to attract a lot of people, even teenagers. Judy pushed back a tangle of her hair as she saw Mike wrestling with a burly stud. The woman thought she recognized Scotty something-or-other from pictures in the newspaper. He was the school wrestling champ.
Judy had to smile when she saw how easily Mike could beat the guy. The poor teenaged kid didn't realize he was up against twenty additional years of experience and indomitable will to win. True, Fred's body wasn't as muscular-yet-but Mike knew all sorts of tricks from his years with the Green Berets, not to mention his rough-and-tumble bar hopping days.
The woman couldn't decide if she should be a wife or a mother. Mike fucked her with as much passion and vigor as ever, perhaps more so now that he had the body of a teenager. It appealed greatly to her to have a young man make love to her. It even excited passions deep inside her that she had forced down and tried to hide.
What mother hasn't wanted to bed her own son? And wasn't her hidden fantasy coming true?
Judy took another drink from her glass and allowed the liquor to sear its way to her stomach again. It seemed to form a pool in her belly from which spread a calmness, a warmth that soothed her frayed nerves.
Mike dismissed his friends with a wave of his hand, then came inside clutching a couple of his schoolbooks.
"Hi, Judy. Everything go all right today?" That was the question he had always asked when he returned from work. Now, he asked it when he came home from high school.
Judy tried to smile. "Everything's great, Fr ... Mike."
Mike understood instantly what was going through his wife's head. The tiny slip of her tongue was all it took. He knew it had been rough on her to adapt to the odd situation. But all that money! If he could put up with being caged with three thousand teenagers, she could adjust, too.
"You still haven't decided if you like this arrangement or not, have you dear?"
"No, Mike, I haven't. I see you standing there, fitter than Fred ever was, more confident than Fred could have been, a dynamic son any mother could be proud of. But you're not my son. You're my husband. I just don't know what's what any longer."
Mike dropped the books on the coffee table and crossed the room to his wife. He put his arm around her shoulder as he sat beside her in the easy chair.
"Try thinking of me as Mike, your husband. If you slip in public, people will just think you're projecting your dead husband on to your son. No one would dare say anything. And between us, it'll be the same as always!"
"But how can it, Mike, how can it? Your body's my son's!" Judy began to sob, her head buried in Mike's shoulder. He comforted her as best he could.
"Would it make any difference if I'd been disfigured? Scarred for life? Could you have made love to me under those circumstances?"
"Of course! I love you!" Judy cried.
"Then just think of this as plastic surgery. Think of me as being rebilt after being completely destroyed. Just like that T.V. show about the guy with the mechanical arms and stuff, except I'm flesh and blood rebuilt. Try it. I'm your husband!"
Mike reached out and held on to Judy's hand. He moved it to his crotch, then pressed her hand firmly down into his groin. Unbidden, Judy began to massage the bulge that was growing under her palm. As in the old days, she ran the zipper down and took a firm hold of Mike's dong.
"Go ahead," he gently urged, "suck on it!"
Judy needed no second invitation. She seemed to flow down Mike's new body to his groin where she took his cock into her eager mouth. The woman carefully took just the purpled head of prick into her oral cavity at first.
She ran her tongue around the rim of the broad hood to stimulate the flesh until it tingled an quivered with lust. As the sorrel-headed woman felt the glans begin to grow, she swirled her tongue around the rim of the cock faster and faster. When the hood was spread as large as it could possibly grow, she tried to stuff her dexterous little tongue down the pin-prick hole in the end of Mike's dick. The attempt had to fail. Judy knew that. Mike knew that. But it was the attempt that was so much fun.
Mike felt a lance of joy leap into his groin when his wife's rough tongue shoved hard into the tiny opening of his prick. The moist swirling motion stimulated him as much as it had before the wreck. His wife had lost none of her abilities, continued to improve on her techniques of oral sex.
Judy slipped her teeth just behind the broad expanse of the man's cock head. Using her tongue, she pushed hard against the sensitive tip of his prick. As Mike groaned with pleasure, Judy began to take all of his dick into her mouth. She avidly sucked him in like a vacuum cleaner pulling in stray ohjects on a rug.
Her tongue maintained the pressure against the tip of his glans while her teeth lightly scored the sides of his lust-shaft. Mike felt three distinct and wonderfully different sensations hammer into his body.
The moist tongue on his glans occasionally licked and lapped at the ultra-sensitive underside of his cock. It was a tickly feeling, one which was gentle and, at the same time, erotically insistent.
Judy's lips formed a perfect seal around his dong as she sucked him into her mouth. Mike felt as if his guts would be pulled out the tip of his cock and go swishing down his wife's throat. The vacuum Judy created by her sucking was so intense, he thought he could lose his mind with the unbridled passion created.
And then there was the feel of her hard, pearly-white teeth along the sides of his prick as she sucked him down her throat. This stimulated him even more than the total effect of the other two sensations assaulting his body. The skin of his prong bunched up slightly in front of the dental advance. As the suction increased and pulled him further into Judy's oral cavern, the skin had to pass by those pearly gates. And it seemed to Mike as if he was passing into a carnal heaven, too.
Everything Judy did with her mouth on his cock was paradise. When she reached up and began to fondle his nuts, Mike had to concentrate hard to keep from shooting his wad off into her mouth. He had bigger plans. He was going to prove to her that he might have Fred's body, but he was really her husband.
He was going to take her around the world before they finished.
Mike laced his fingers into his wife's chestnut-colored hair and began to pull her head into his groin. The man wanted to establish a rhythm as he started to fuck her lovely face. Judy wasn't the prettiest woman he had ever seen-Michelle was far prettier. Judy wasn't the most attractive woman he had screwed-Ariel seemed to be a magnet to his iron.
Judy was, simply, the sexiest woman Mike had ever found. Not breathtakingly pretty. Not unbelievably statuesque. Not a movie-star type at all.
She was Sexy with a capital "S". And that counted for a hell of a lot more than mere physical beauty to Mike.
He appreciated the things Judy did, the way she made love, the way she was continually trying to improve the ways they made love.
Judy wasn't a woman Mike made love to. She was a woman he could make love with. The sharing, the partnership, was what counted and added spice to his marriage. That was why he wanted her to be absolutely sure that he was Mike Montague, husband. Not Fred Montague, son.
Mike finally pulled her face all the way to his groin. With the same speed, he pushed her face away and watched his cock slip from her mouth. He didn't really have to watch. He could feel the progress of his dong going in and out of her moist, liquid, loving mouth.
Mike began to build up speed. He started to fuck Judy's face with more force, more powerful strokes. The tempo increased and soon he was wildly slamming his hips forward, his cock sliding down her throat with each thrust.
Judy took each stroke and continued her fourfold stimulation of her husband's balls. She massaged his nuts with her hand, sucked on his cock, lavished long swipes with her tongue across the sensitive glans and ran her teeth along the length of his lusty cylinder of manmeat.
Mike muttered, "I'm commmmmiiiiiiing, oh, daaaamn!"
He felt the fiery tide of his jism surge along his cock, burning as it came. As if he were a pressure cooker, Mike exploded and blasted gallon after succulent gallon of his come into Judy's mouth.
She sucked and lapped and took every single drop he had to jet out.
Mike collapsed backwards on the sofa and caught his breath. "That's the spirit, kid!" he said, holding her head in both hands.
"You still taste the same!" Judy laughed, licking a stray drop of come off her lower lip.
"Get those clothes off, babe! This is going to be a world excursion!"
Mike didn't miss the slight tremor that started in Judy's body. They had done this trip before, and she loved it. To do it again, now that he was in Fred's body, would drive it home to her that he was still her husband, that he was the old Mike 'in a new container.
Judy undressed in record time. Mike followed her lead and tossed his shorts on top of the small hill of clothing they had constructed. The two naked people faced each other for a moment. Mike sensed the uncertainty, then he pulled Judy's mouth to his and kissed her.
The taste of his own sperm and semen was rich on her lips. As his tongue explored the vastness of her mouth, performing oral acrobatics with her tongue, his hand travelled over the smooth expanse of her body.
Mike felt Judy's tits swell under his hands. The brunette's excited heart pumped extra blood into those mounds of tit-flesh and expanded them to the point where she thought they would burst like over-inflated balloons. The woman delighted in the sensations generated in her body as Mike fondled her ample tits.
Judy knew that her boobs weren't all that large, but Mike always said more than a mouthful was a waste. She believed him when he said it. Now his hands pinched the underside of her jugs, then made their way up the snowy slopes to the very top.
At the crest of the perfect, symmetrical cones was the ruddy plain of her aureole. The slightly bumpy expanse had a marble-sized nipple growing on top of it. When Mike pressed down with his thumb to mash that mushroom-like nubbin into the base, Judy caught her breath. Her chest was filled with desire for her husband. She felt as if a pebble had been dropped into a still pool.
A tiny ripple spread throughout her body and grew as it went. Soon, waves of carnal excitement filled her body to overflowing. Her chest heaved up and down as her passions mounted. She wanted Mike to fuck her. She needed his massive cock inside her, reaming out her cunt, giving her the pleasures she remembered from twenty years of marriage.
Mike felt the earthquakes of desire shake his wife's body. He was able to deduce what was going on both within her body and her mind. The man knew that he was needed inside her seething, steamy cunt. And, surprisingly, Mike found that his hard-on had come back.
He slipped between his wife's succulent thighs and rubbed his dong up and down her sex lips. Judy moaned in pleasure at the sudden stab of delight that coursed throughout her body. Those pink scalloped lips were just the start. She began to anticipate what it might be like to have Mike inside her cunt, fucking her with all the might of his powerful body.
The woman could barely suppress her desires.
She reached out and clutched wildly at Mike's shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to pull him into her body.
Mike continued to ply his prick back and forth along Judy's gash until his tool was completely drenched in her cunt juices. A tiny rivulet ran down his seven-inch staff and dripped over his balls. The tingly feeling tickled him and stimulated him more than he had thought possible.
The man guided his prong to the guardian gates of Judy's cunt. He could almost feel the intense heat boiling out from inside her torrid body to sear his cock. As he pushed forward, his wife raised her legs and rubbed them alongside his rib cage. Mike advanced an inch deeper into her greedy, demanding cunt.
For a woman thirty-five years old, Judy still had a nice, tight cunt. She kept trim and exercised a lot. Her stomach muscles could clamp down on Mike's buried length and made him groan and cry out. And she was always on the lookout for something different, a new way to give them both added sexual pleasure.
Mike continued his inexorable advance into Judy's seemingly bottomless twat. His glans vanished into the yearning pit. Then another inch of his cock was gone.
When Judy moaned and cried out, "Damn you, Mike, fuck me! I want you to fuck me as hard as you can! Oooohhh, fuuuuuck meeee!"
The man increased his speed. Three inches. Four, then five. He felt the soft, ripply walls of her vagina clamping down on his length. The inner heat generated by her intense sexual fires scorched his cock, made him fear that he might get it burned off if he fucked too far into her blast furnace of a cunt.
Six inches. Judy began to buck and toss under him. Mike supported his weight on his hands and looked down into his wife's face. Her delicately boned face seemed to have a mask pulled over it contorting her features.
It was a mask of lust.
Mike slammed home his full seven inches and felt his balls slap against the woman's ass. He held the position to revel in the heat, the firm, insistent pressure along its entire buried length, His stamina was being tested to destruction. Mike felt that if he remained inside this tight, intensely hot sheath of female flesh any longer, he would lose his second load of come.
Mike gasped when Judy began to move her legs in a butterfly motion. When she placed the sides of her knees flat on the floor, it compressed her cuntal channel to an impossibly small diameter. Mike felt as if he had been trapped in a vise. And someone was squeezing down as hard as humanly possible on his dick.
But it was pleasant torture. He wouldn't have wished to be anywhere else in the world. With an intense vacuum forming behind his cock that made him think that his guts would be pulled out of his body through the end of his prick, Mike retracted his tool from Judy's cunt.
She released some of the pressure by moving her legs back up alongside his body. When Mike fucked the second time into her cunt, he generated enough friction to make them both gasp.
"Chriiiist, Mike, thaaaat's great!" Judy muttered from between clenched teeth. Then she bit down on her lower lip and screwed her eyes tightly shut to bear up under the erotic strains being placed upon her body. She wanted to concentrate, to enjoy the tides surging through her to the fullest possible extent.
"Yeah, good. Now for some fuuuuucking!" Mike cried as his hips seemed to take control of his body. Judy's struggling under his body had twisted his prick to add angles that increased his stimulation. The depth of his penetration was greater than he had ever remembered and, once, Mike felt his cock bounce off the softly padded cervix buried far up his wife's quim.
His balls churned and seemed to be on fire. His stomach muscles tightened, and his spine seemed to be prickly with the actions of his fucking. Mike knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before he would lose his load of sperm and semen inside Judy's eager, wanton manhole. But he wanted to prolong the feelings ravaging his body as long as humanly possible.
The velvet and iron vise he felt his cock seized in was a real turn-on. His wife's twat could clamp down on his buried length with surprising strength and hold him immobile for several seconds. Each time she tensed her stomach muscles, she could trap him. And the liquid warmth seemed to creep into his manhole and ooze down to turn up the gas on the burner under his balls.
His nuts seemed to be superheated as the warmth flowed down his prick. In his belly, a small fire had risen from slumbering embers. As Mike fucked faster and faster into the gripping cunt, the fire turned into a raging blaze that would consume his being.
Judy started to hump up to meet each powerful thrust. This shoved Mike's dong even deeper into her frothy cunt. She bucked and turned and twisted his cock around inside her to the point where the man felt she might rip off his precious family jewels.
But he didn't really mind. This was a carnal satisfaction he could get no other way. Mike fucked her even faster and harder.
Soon, neither of them could stand it any longer. As Judy climaxed and her cuntal muscles convulsed around Mike's prong, the man came. As one, they soared on the mutual gale-force winds of orgasm. Locked together at the groin, they rolled over and over on the soft carpet until their passions were entirely spent.
Mike took Judy in his arms and whispered to her, "Still going great. And there's more to come!"
"I hope so," she gasped, regaining her breath after her tumultuous climax. "You never were one to leave things half done. And you've never gone off half-cocked!"
"I promise I won't this time, either! I want to fuck that gorgeous ass of yours next. But I've got to rest for a couple of seconds. You're so damned sexy, you take a lot out of a guy!"
Judy sniffed in mock disgust. "You young whippersnappers just aren't up to the older generation of fuckers, I guess. Why...."
Mike cut her off by rolling her over and landing a firm swat on her creamy white butt. Before Judy could protest, he landed another openhanded slap to her pliant assflesh. Red handprints appeared in stark relief against the white skin.
"Now, if you're going to be uppity, I'm going to have to spank you again!"
"Me, uppity? It's you who should be uppity and you ain't!" She grabbed for his balls and missed by scant inches.
"That does it! You're going to get that pretty ass of yours spanked but good!"
"Promises, promises!" Judy cried as she positioned herself across Mike's lap.
Mike couldn't restrain himself. He landed slap after openhanded slap on his wife's rear end. The imprint of his hand soon produced red crisscross patterns that made her ass look like an erotic checkerboard.
Judy moaned in passion, "Warm, it's warm! Fuck it now, Mike please fuck my ass while it's still feeling so gooood!"
Mike rested the palm of his hand against the red and white flesh. He pressed down slightly and imagined he could feel the warmth radiating out from the spanked rear end. He knew that deep down inside Judy was even hotter territory. Hot and waiting for his prick!
He positioned his wife on the floor so that her legs were slightly spread. Mike began to rub his cock up and down the deep valley formed by the two halves of his wife's ass. When he was far inside the crevice of Judy's buttocks, Mike felt the heat begin to well out of her innards. The tip of his cock prodded against the tiny anus, then began to screw itself past the tight little muscle.
Both Mike and Judy gasped in unison when he finally managed to get his broad, purple-headed dick into her asshole. Mike felt the tight, ring-shaped muscle grip completely around his quivery prick. Unable to keep his hips from thrusting forward, Mike reveled in the sensation of being surrounded by the rubbery, conforming membrane of Judy's rectum after he fucked into her bowels.
Mike's cock was completely swallowed by the hungry rear passageway of his wife. As if he had fitted himself into a glove, the fit was perfect. Hot, tight and perfect!
Judy felt the shivering of Mike's cock inside her rectum. He stirred passions in her that were never aroused when he took her up the cunt. Spanking her first lit the fuse. Now, he was reaching all the way up to the powder keg of her being with his hard, manly prick. She felt pools of molten metal begin to form; it was as if she were melting from the feel of Mike's steely rod inside her ass.
His hairy thighs rubbed against her warmed ass. As he brushed up and down, Judy knew that this orgasm would be the best yet. She loved his cock in her mouth. The taste was delectible and a rare gourmet treat. His dong up her cunt made her feel like she was all woman.
But when Mike fucked her ass, she went watery inside. She flamed with desires that remained hidden otherwise. Her muscles turned to jelly. She was completely drained, then filled with his fiercely fucking cock.
Her universe became centered around that rod of his manhood. As Mike's dick scorched back and forth up her ass, she crept up the hill that led to orgasm. It was a path littered with odd sensations, feelings she dearly loved.
The weakness in her body, the strength of Mike's as he fucked her. The quivering of her bowels, the iron of his prick. The heat inside her body, the wetness in her cunt.
All turned the woman on in a big way. She begged Mike, "Fuck me harder, oooohhhh!"
Mike was lost in his own sexual paradise. He always noticed a chick's legs, then her ass. And assfucking was a treat for him that he seldom turned down except in special cases like with Michelle. No way was he going to pass up a virgin cunt!
But Judy knew just the things to do that drove him wild with desire for her. As his cock rammed up her superheated anus, he felt his balls smash into her warmed ass. He ground his cock even deeper up Judy's asshole until he couldn't possibly go any further.
Then he gripped her waist and, as she slammed her pelvis back, he pulled forcefully toward his groin. He penetrated another half inch.
A half an inch of sheer, undiluted pleasure. His prick became a hot poker in his wife's loins. His groin rubbed against the fleshy half globes of tender assflesh and excited him even more. His breathing became harsh as his heartbeat quickened. Blood pounded in his ears and drowned out the moans of joy Judy was sobbing out.
Mike pulled out, his cock feeling cool in the air outside Judy's body. Then, unable to stand it any longer, Mike began to ram in and out of the asshole in front of him with violent thrusts. He fucked with the intensity of his pentup emotions. He fucked with all the heady joy and exaltation that he could summon.
He was fulfilled. He was a man fucking a woman. That was all that mattered to him. Judy begged for more of his cock, and he tried to give it to her. Mike felt her muscles clamp down around his length, try to sear it off with her fiery inner heat.
Mike's frantic fucking picked up its pace until he slammed into Judy so hard, her arms collapsed under the impact. The brunette rested her head on her crossed forearms and continued to heave her ass back for even deeper penetration by the forcefully driven battering ram of lustful prick. She needed him and he wanted to please her, give her a buttfucking she could never forget.
Mike made an exceptionally hard and fast thrust. He felt the friction along his cock. The warmth seeped into his groin and gripped at his belly like a fist clenching his stomach in an iron grip. The rubbery lining of Judy's asshole seemed to contract and squeeze his length with a fury that he had never known before. The heat, the tightness, the sheer act of fucking her ass brought him off.
Gallons of his sperm erupted from the tip of his savagely driving rod of cock. He felt the heat inside and outside on his prick. The tight passage he was fucking kept him from bursting apart. The force of his come gushing out of his dick threatened to blast him backwards out of the gorgeous ass he so avidly fucked.
Mike rode out the hurricane winds of his orgasm and continued to stroke in and out of Judy's rear as long as he was hard.
Judy felt her husband's cock expand slightly inside her tightest tunnel and knew he was going to climax. The thought thrilled her. When his rush of jism whitewashed her back channel, shivers raced up her spine. The heat bomb of his come ignited the woman's orgasm.
She rotated her hips trying to milk as much spunk out of Mike's cock as she could. Judy was as passion ridden as Mike was. She appreciated him fucking her until she came; she gloried in the knowledge that she'd finally been able to bring him off before her!
Together, they humped up and down until they were both totally exhausted.
Mike's cock died and turned into a limp penis. Judy's loins felt stretched out of shape. Both were spent.
Mike collapsed backwards before he asked his wife, "Like the trip around the world?"
"Best ever, Mike, best ever!" Judy curled up on the rug, a post-coital sleepiness overtaking her. She had a pleasant dream of Mike, stocky, burly Mike fucking her cunt. The dream turned to a nightmare when Fred came up behind her and took her up the ass.
Mike had to awaken her and comfort her. They fell asleep together in the middle of the living room floor, but Judy's sleep was restless.
Was it her husband or her son fucking her now?