Chapter 6
The week went by slowly and Rob learned the sad truth about fucking: Once you've started, it's hard to stop. Cathy rejected all his advances, complaining that the championship volleyball game was coming up and she was in training. He and his mother didn't have a chance to get together because his father was around all the time and he couldn't find an excuse to go over to the Wilsons, where there were two fine pieces of ass awaiting him.
When Thursday finally rolled around, Rob was almost quivering with excitement. His father was fussing around packing his bags, and his mother was doing some laundry and helping his father get ready. She was also busy getting some things together for Cathy who was going to spend the night before the big game at the home of a teammate. Tonight he would find out what his mother had planned for him.
His father's car pulled out of the driveway at last-it seemed to take hours for the car to finally move down the driveway. Cathy was going to be dropped off by her father, and when the car disappeared from sight, Rob turned to his mother, who smiled softly and beckoned him with her bent finger. Rob smiled and walked towards her. There was a definite swagger to his walk and his mother smiled when she saw it. He stopped only when he stood toe to toe with her, snaked his arms around her and drew her to him, his mouth coming down over hers and his tongue probing deep into her mouth and seeking out her tongue. She yielded, smiling.
"I fixed us some sandwiches," she said when he pulled his mouth from hers. "And you better eat now because I'm not going to let you get any rest once we get started. Tonight I'm going to use you like you've never been used before."
"That's fine with me, Mother," Rob grinned, as he put his arm around her and walked with her to the kitchen.
"I think you can stop calling me Mother," she said. "We're lovers now, and when we're playing the role of lovers you should call me by my name."
"Okay, Angela," Rob said, letting the name role off his tongue, and sampling the sound of it. "Angela."
Rob wolfed down two sandwiches and washed them down with icy cold milk. Angela just nibbled at one sandwich, her appetite geared up for another kind of fulfillment. Ron chewed silently; his mother fidgeted as she ate, looking longingly at her son, just now entering his manhood.
"Why don't we start with a nice hot bath," she said as Rob polished off his second sandwich and was still chewing its remains. "You finish up here. I'll get the tub going."
It took Rob only two minutes to polish off the remainder of his sandwich and bolt up the stairs to his parents' bathroom, but Angela had things well under way by the time he got there. The tub was half-full and she was half-naked, stripped to the waist, her large tits quivering with excitement. Rob walked to her and embraced her, then stepped away and cupped her boobs in his hands, staring at them as if evaluating them. Angela was wearing a tight skirt and Rob reached around and moved the zipper at the rear down and then pushed the skirt down over her well-fleshed hips. Memories of that first hurried session in the garage flooded through Rob's mind. Tonight would not be like that. Tonight Rob would explore every crevice of his mother's body at his leisure.
"Let's get into the tub, now, please," Angela breathed. "I'm going to come right here and now."
Rob pulled his polo shirt over his head and flung it out the door and followed it with his pants and undershorts. He kicked his shoes off and pulled his socks off, almost falling over as he lost his balance in his haste. Angela had pulled her panties off and was waiting in the tub, looking up at Rob whose large erection cast a shadow over her face as he stepped into the steaming tub. She reached up and wrapped her fist around his cock as he lowered himself into the tub and pumped her fist up and down its length, feeling it throb in her hand.
Angela reached behind her and seized the soap and rubbed it over her son's stiff dick and massaged it into his silky tight skin, running her fingers through the bed of hair in which his cock rested and cupping his balls in her hands. Rob lay back and let the waves of pleasure race through his body as he lay back in the steaming water which almost numbed his skin. Angela spread the soap on her breasts and then dipped them down so they would bracket Rob's cock and moved back and forth, the soapy cock slipping smoothly over the soaped soft skin of her tits. Rob closed his eyes and allowed the fireworks to go off in his mind. He ached to come, but he held back. He didn't want to come until his cock was firmly planted in his mother's cunt. He wanted his body atop hers, crushing it, feeling himself pressing down on her tits.
"Let's get out of here," Rob croaked. "I want to stuff your cunt."
The two quickly rose from the tub and toweled each other dry. Angela rough-toweled Rob's cock and it twitched under her ministration. Rob concentrated his efforts on those big tits that so captivated him, but did not neglect his mother's golden patch of hair through which he could see the loose lips of her crevice, which was all set to receive his tool. He also worked his way carefully over the length of the crack that divided the two fleshy globes of her ass. The flesh was surprisingly firm, he thought, and he paid careful attention to the knot of muscles that ringed her asshole, wondering if it had ever been penetrated and sure that tonight he would drive his cock through it.
Three short steps to the bedroom. Four more steps to the large bed, which, tonight, had a fake fur covering thrown over it to provide a sensual touch. Angela moved to kiss her son, but her careful washing of Rob had got him superheated. He was in no mood for foreplay. Maybe later. But now he wanted his mother under him, her legs spread to receive his meat. He pushed her to the bed and she fell back on it, quickly sliding back and spreading her legs wide. She moved her hands to the triangle of hair hiding her pussy and pulled it apart to show her open red cunt-lips to her son.
"Come Robbie, stuff your meat into me," she whispered. "Drive your tool into my gash. Hump me, fuck-"
Her breathy pleas were cut short when Rob moved quickly onto the bed and aimed his cock at the target his mother presented him. Her cunt was soaking wet with anticipation, and, with her cunt held open by her hands, there was no resistance as Rob first placed the swollen head of his stiff cock against the fleshy pink opening and then leaned forward, driving his tool deep into her cunt. The first rush of pleasure as Rob felt his mother's cunt muscles grip his cock almost caused him to pass out. It had been a week since he'd last had a piece of tail and he had forgotten how good his mother's twat could be.
Angela brought her hands up to her tits and bunched them up, pushing them against her son's chest. Her tits had fallen back against her chest and now they stuck out, their flame-red nipples rubbing against Rob's smooth, hairless chest. Angela let her head roll back and forth as the shock of his cock pressing deep into her swept over her body. She wanted to feel the cock deeper inside her, so she drew her legs up and locked them around Rob's waist, bringing her cunt walls closer around the stiff cock. Rob's tool now penetrated deeper and she could feel it pressing against her back wall. It felt good and she wanted more.
"Ride me, ride me hard," she breathed through clenched teeth as she fought to regain control of her body. "Slam your meat into me, make my cunt ache-"
Always an obedient son, Rob drew his cock back and then slammed it forward, feeling the delicious sensations of tingling spread from his cock through his entire body. The strangled grunt that escaped his mother's lips told Rob that he had done it just right, so he repeated the motion precisely. His swollen cock twitched as he drew it back for the third time. He could feel his mother draw a deep breath and when he pounded his body against her, slamming his cock to the deepest part of his cunt, he could feel the air he knocked out of her lungs whoosh by his ear. He could also feel her tender breasts held in her hands pushed up against his chest, scrape against his chest. Her breasts were incredibly soft, but her nipples were hard and pointy and stabbed into Rob's chest. They were driving him mad. As soon as he had his first orgasm, as soon as he shot his first milky white load into his eagerly awaiting mother, he would address himself to those tits, would suck them until his mother begged him to stop.
But now Angela's cunt awaited him and he turned his full attention to the crevice into which his tool was w-edged. He could feel his mother clasp and unclasp the the muscles that were embedded throughout the length of her crevice. Each clench of her muscles sent a shiver racing through Rob's cock, as if she were trying to wring the come from him. Rob drew back again and slammed his body against his mother. The contact of their hips, the pressure of his chest against her tits, was raising his temperature. Rob could feel rivulets of sweat drip down his body as it came into contact with Angela's.
Suddenly he felt his body go rigid. The pressure inside his balls had built to impossible levels and now the come was beginning to pour down through his cock. He could feel that first blessed spurt of come shoot into Angela's crevice, and as it did he could feel her start to come, too. Angela let her breasts fall back and wrapped her hands around Rob's neck, hugging him tightly, her noisy breathing and panting echoing in his ear. The second spurt of come shot through his cock and suddenly the floodgates were open and his sperm squirted into his mother in short bursts, with each burst sending her further and further out. Angela tightened her grip around her son's neck and gasped as the sperm filled her almost to overflowing.
They lay still for a moment, with Rob's cock still inside her crevice. Even before he slipped it out, however, it started regaining its firmness. Angela wrapped her arms around Rob, trying to hold his body atop hers and to keep his cock inside her, but Rob had another idea and he struggled against her grasp and broke free and rolled over. The cool air on his chest felt good and his stiff cock, still soaking wet with the combined wetness of his come and her pussy juice, felt good.
"Turn over," he whispered. "I want to show you something."
"What?" Angela smiled. "What do you want to do to me? I'll bet you want to stick your nice tool into my asshole. Is that what you want?"
"Uh-huh."
"Let me get my cream," Angela said, rolling over so she could reach into her night table. It took-a moment and she rolled back, presenting the jar of slippery cream to Rob.
"You and Dad must do it often, huh?" he asked.
"No, we never do it," Angela replied. "I used that for my dildo."
"What's that?"
"I'll show you later," Angela breathed. "Now I want to feel that nice cock of yours shoved up my ass-it's been so long since I've had cock shoved up my ass. I want to feel you there, Robbie. I want you to pour yourself into my asshole."
Rob unscrewed the cap of the jar and dipped two of his fingers into it, scooping up a gob of cream. He turned to face Angela, to find that she'd already turned over and stuffed a pillow under her hips to hold her ass up higher. He traced one of his dry fingers along the crack of her ass, switching to one of his creamed fingers when he got to her asshole. He let some of the cream slip from his fingers onto the tight knot of pink muscles that ringed her rear door. He tried to probe into it, but felt it was too tight. Yes, the cream would be a definite necessity to get into the tight asshole of his mother.
Rob pried the greasiest of his fingers into her asshole and could feel the tightness of the muscles gripping it. The muscles yielded and soon he had worked his second finger into her asshole and he spread his fingers slowly, loosening the muscles. He dug deeper into the tight asshole which felt good to his fingers. Angela wriggled and squirmed, short grunts escaping from her lips. She arched her back, spreading the cheeks of her ass so that Rob's fingers could dig deeper into it.
"Now, now," she grunted. "Shove your cock into me. Be rough, be as rough as you want, shove your meat into me."
Rob rolled over onto his mother, his cock resting between the globes of her ass. He pulled it back slightly so that its swollen head was resting against the sphincter, his fingers still buried in her asshole. His cock was still nice and wet from Angela's pussy juice and he pushed it forward, letting the head protrude between the spread muscles of the opening of the asshole. He quickly withdrew his fingers and simultaneously pushed forward, driving his cockhead solidly through the ring of muscles.
Rob felt a shiver of joy race through his body as the muscles of Angela's asshole clamped around his cockhead and gripped it tightly. He pulled back slightly and then pushed forward, driving his cock deeper into her asshole. Angela bucked upward, trying to shove her asshole up towards Rob's driving hips.
"Deeper, deeper," she pleaded, gritting her teeth to block out the pain. "Drive yourself all the way in."
It had been so long since she'd had her ass reamed that it was almost a virgin asshole that Rob drove his cock into. The tightness of the asshole and the muscles locked around his tool was delicious. Rob rocked back and forth, drawing his cock back slightly, but driving it in deeper when he leaned forward, using his weight to hammer his cock all the way in. Angela reached her hands behind her and dug her fingers into the globes of her ass and pulled them apart, trying to make it easier for her son to drive his cock all the way in.
Rub surrendered to his mother, who, despite the fact that she was under him, nevertheless was controlling his penetration. His head was buried in her thick head of richly perfumed hair and his hips were resting on the silky smooth skin of her large firm globular ass cheeks. With her ass resting on the pillow, Angela bucked up and down, drawing her son's cock deeper into her asshole until she could almost feel him tearing her insides. The pain of penetration searing through her body was outweighed by the sexual kick she was experiencing ; the kick of having her ass reamed, of having long-sleeping nerves awakened and put to work, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
Rob felt beads of perspiration covering his body and he felt himself unable to resist the aching of his balls which were overflowing with come. He drew back and lunged forward, repeating the motion again and again and feeling the exquisite sensation of his cock scraping against the tiny asshole of his mother. Angela bucked up and down trying to keep time with Rob, arching her backside to meet the downward thrust of her son's hips. Up and down they rocked, the bedspring creaking madly as they lunged toward the ultimate orgasm.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," Rob panted between thrusts.
"Let loose, fill me up, do it," Angela panted, digging her fingernails into her ass and pulling it open wider. "I'm going to-"
Angela winced and almost cried out, burying her mouth in the soft fake fur bedcovering to keep from screaming. The pain and pleasure was too intense for her as she felt the searing heat of her son's sperm pour into her little-used asshole.
The power of their double orgasm left both lovers almost completely destroyed, lacking even the energy to even pull apart and roll over. Rob's cock, having shot its load, shriveled and withdrew from Angela's aching asshole, but Rob still lay on his mother's back, feeling his hips press down on her splendid ass and inhaling the heady perfume that clung to her thick hair.
Rob felt himself rolling off his mother, his back resting against the bedcovering, the fake fur tickling him slightly. He was only semiconscious, the room swimming around him as he lay on the bed. He felt his cock stir slightly and was surprised. Twice, in rapid succession, he had poured his load into his mother and he felt that his cock would need a rest. He rolled his head around and realized why his cock was stirring. His mother had rolled over and had taken his shriveled cock into her mouth and was letting his shrunken shaft flop back and forth between her cheeks. Her mouth was warm and wet and the roughness of her tongue felt good against his aching cock. Angela's ass hole had been much tighter than expected, it was even tighter than Vikki's pussy.
Rob was surprised that his mother had not even gotten it up her ass in such a long time. He guessed that his father was a cunt man. Well, let Dad keep Mother's cunt, as long as he could have her asshole. His thoughts turned to the Wilsons and how much fun it would be to see his mother get it up her ass from Dick Wilson's super-sized cock. He wondered if it would ever happen.
"Oh, you're awake," Angela murmured, looking up at her son without letting his cock slip out of her mouth.
"Mmmmmm."
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked.
"Yeah, but there are still a couple of things I'd like to try," Rob breathed.
"I'm all yours, Robbie boy. Do anything you want with me. Your wish is my command," his mother cooed, letting his cock slip out of her mouth and moving up to cuddle him in her arms. Rob could feel her tits leaning against him and he slid down to get his mouth down to them.
"Here," Angela said, moving around and cupping her tits in her hands and offering them to him. Rob moved her hands away and let the tits droop to their natural level. He then cupped them in his own hands and pushed them together. He lowered his face to her tits and sucked first on the right nipple and then on the left, then forcing both nipples together and opening his mouth wide to draw them both in. Angela drew a deep breath and pushed her chest forward so Rob could suck more of her into his mouth. She let her head fall back and relaxed as she felt the tingling spread in circles through her body. This, she thought, was the way sex should be.
Angela rolled over so that she was flat on her back, with Rob atop her, still firmly gripping her tits in his hands and bunching them together so he could suck on both of them at once. His well-muscled young body felt good pressing against her, and she could feel his erect cock pressing against her soft thighs. She spread her thighs slightly to let his firm cock slip between them and then clamped them shut again. His cock was too far down to reach her slit, but it felt good clamped between her legs. Almost on cue, Rob started riding up and down gently, rubbing his inflamed cock between Angela's thighs. Angela gripped her knees together tighter, feeling his engorged rod sliding back and forth as he continued to suck her tits, which were aching with anticipation.
Angela could feel the blood rush to her nipples, and her breasts ached every time Rob bit down a little too hard and sank his teeth too sharply into her tender flesh, but it felt so good. The flesh of her thighs was being pulled back and forth as Rob's hard, dry cock moved up and down in time with his sucking motions. Angela dug her hands into her son's back and clamped him down to her, abandoning herself altogether as she felt the passion sear through her body.
"Oh Robbie, oh Robbie," she breathed. "I want to feel your cock between my tits. I want you to titty-fuck me, please."
Abruptly, Angela spread her legs and started tugging on Rob, trying to pull him up, while she slid down. "Put your cock right here," she begged, motioning to the deep valley that was formed when she pressed her breasts together. Rob slid up her body and let his cock dangle just between her breasts. Angela let her breasts part just long enough for his tool to descend into the valley and then pushed them together again, trapping it between the mounds of soft flesh. Rob relaxed for a moment, luxuriating in the soft satiny feeling of his mother's boobs. Then he started sliding up and down, feeling her soft flesh massage his cock as he moved up and down.
Angela held her breasts up, pushing them together and pushing them up so that her nipples rubbed against Rob's pelvis. His bones pressing down on her nipples felt good, and she squeezed her breasts again, forcing the blood into her nipples which were being rubbed deliciously raw as Rob's cock plunged forward and back, knifing between her aching tits and sending shivers of pleasure racing through her body. Rob's groin was just inches from her face, and almost came up to it on each forward thrust and she could smell the heavy essence of his come which permeated the hairs that surrounded his cock.
Angela writhed against the bed as Rob drove his cock again and again between her breasts, she could feel his dick twitch as he rubbed himself furiously against her and she knew that in a moment her breasts would be flooded with his sweet sticky come. She arched her back, forcing her breasts even higher up against his cock. She let her mouth fall open in anticipation, hoping that drops of his sweet juice would shoot up between her lips and ooze down her throat.
"Come Robbie, come," Angela breathed as she struggled to control herself. "Spray me, cover my body."
She pushed harder, feeling his cock blaze its way through her breasts, and suddenly, just as his cock was barely inches from her chin, she felt a bit of wetness at the tip of her chin and then another drop. By this time, Rob had pulled his cock back down and now Angela felt her breasts grow soggy, and again, as Rob shoved his cock fiercely upward, she felt an even greater spray against her chin. She desperately stuck her tongue out toward his hard-driving cock and managed to taste a drop of its essence just as he pulled it away again.
Angela's breasts were soaked with Rob's juice and still he came, his hard-driving hips spreading a layer of the slimy juice over her entire torso. Rob paused in his motions, his cock growing soft as it expelled the last of its load. He pressed his body down hard and he could feel Angela, gasping under him, press her tits together even harder to extract the last drop of his juice from him.
Rob's own hips were wet and slippery now and he rolled off his mother, falling on his back and letting Angela draw a deep breath now that the weight of his body was off her chest. Angela's hands were still gripping her tits, only now they moved in circles, feeling the sticky sperm spreading over her entire body. She drew a deep breath and let her fingers flick over her nipples, spreading more come over them, her eyes closed tightly as she played with herself, ignoring her young son who had just covered her body with his sperm.
The air was heavy with the combined odors of their body sweat and essences, and Rob felt the heavy hand of sleep force his eyes closed. He wondered what time it was, but couldn't find the strength to turn his head to find out.