Chapter 2
Vera's experienced hands toured her son's trim waist. Even on her knees she had no difficulty undoing his belt, pulling down his trousers and getting his underwear out of the way. "That's what I've been looking for," she said when she saw his stiff prick. It nearly popped out and hit her in the eye.
"Mom," said Chuck, "are you going to suck my cock?"
She gripped the hefty base of the meat. His pants were in a crumpled heap down around his ankles. His shirt tails hung on either side of his erection and covered his nuts. So with one hand fisting his meat, and with the other sliding up between his legs for a quick tour of his ass cheeks, Mrs. Benson answered her son's question with a smile, "Yes, of course." She leaned forward and guided the mushroom head between her lips. Her finger drilled his bung-hole.
"Oh, my God! Mother!" he hollered.
She released his prick and shot her hand upwards to cover his mouth. "Not so loud," she said. "Your father sleeps heavy, but we don't want to press our luck."
"Sorry," he said when she removed her hand and went back to working out on his meat. "I forgot," he whispered. His mother's finger twirled in his ass-hole, and her tongue rubbed back and forth across the mushroom head of his meat. He especially liked the way his cock twitched every now and then when she gave a good long lick to the shaft.
"You know," she said during a much deserved breather, "I think you have the same big prick that your father has. I mean it has the same shape and all." She leaned back to inspect and admire the glistening flesh pole. "There's even a similar bend." Her finger stroked the place where his cock curved sideways and upwards. "Look at that," she said, "it's just so pretty!"
She leaned forward and kissed the head of his meat. Her son's cock began to throb vigorously. "Oh, no," she said, "you can't come just yet, honey. You have to wait for Mommy to get her kicks, too. It's not fair, really, unless you wait."
"I'll wait," he told her, "but do you think it'll be very long?"
She put a finger to her lips. "Let me think about this for a minute. Maybe it would be better to have you come right now. I mean you're a young man, you tell me. Can you get another boner like this one? I mean for your Mother, for me?" She held on tight to the one boner in her hand.
"Of course," he said, "sometimes I pull my meat two or three-" He stopped. He'd said too much. He was embarrassed. He never wanted his mother to know that he jacked off. It wasn't right for her to know something so personal.
"Now, now," she calmed him, "don't you worry about that. I know lots of men who masturbate. It's the best thing for them, too. Much better than going around with all that sex making you horny and mean and nasty because you can't get laid. Perfectly natural," she reassured him. "Besides, just before you came home and your father had left me hanging, what do you think I was doing?"
"Oh, no, Mom, I don't want to know."
"I was finger-fucking myself," she told him. "And there's nothing at all wrong with that." She stopped and said: "Where were we? Oh, yes, so you can get another big hard-on?! Well, that's just fine and dandy. I'll suck out your jism off this one, and then we'll get you good and stiff to give your Mom the ride she's been waiting for. How's that sound?"
"Alright by me," he said. "Go to it!" He took his cock in his own hand, and with a new feeling of abandonment guided the head of his muscle into her face. She opened her mouth, and the big stiff joint slid right between his Mom's lips. "Ahhh," they both sighed at the same time.
Mrs. Benson sucked away on the stiff rod. She licked, kissed, nibbled, and gnawed. The flesh of the hairy rod was covered with her hot wet saliva. Soon she had him so greased that even though he watched her working on him, he could not tell what portion of his prick was under attack. What he could tell, however, was that soon, maybe on the next lick or the one after, he would shoot a massive load of come into his mother's face. "Mom," he started to warn her, "I think you better get ready for-"
It was too late. Chuck Benson's penis jerked like a spastic muscle, and hot sperm juice squirted out on his mother's face. The first gob of it landed on her cheek. It flew across and hit the bridge of her nose where it dripped down to under her nostril and took up a resting place on her upper lip. Then it dripped some more and she had to use her tongue to suck it down into her mouth.
The second j ism-spurt shot into her hair. She reached up with her hand and rubbed to be sure that was where it landed. "Yes," said Vera, rubbing the greasy, sticky juice around in her palm, "that's where you got me alright."
"Mom," he pleaded with her, "won't you swallow it? Please?"
"Of course, honey," she said. But while she spoke another piece of the stringy jism pulsed across the side of her smooth cheek and hung across the top of her ear, where the template from a pair of glasses would normally rest. It dripped on either side of that ear like a misplaced piece of liquid jewelry. "Oh, honey," she said, quickly grabbing his throbbing cock, "Let me get that juice down my throat." She sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. The ooze went piling down her throat, just the way it should, and she swallowed the remainder of what he had to offer.
"Mmmmm," he hummed at his mother. "T can't believe you ate all of that so easily."
"Oh, honey," she said, "you just wait until you see a few of the things that mother knows about. This is only the beginning."
"Wow," said Charley. "I had no idea."
"Oh, yeah," said Vera, "you young kids think you discovered sex, but meanwhile, while you're discovering it, we older folks are perfecting it." She smiled and rubbed his penis against her face. The slimy jism that dripped from the head of his meat greased and lubricated the path along her cheek. "See," she said, "how nice it is to be with an experienced woman like your mother?"
"Oh, yeah," said Charley. He didn't want her to know that he hadn't been with any women except her, really. Of course, there were a couple of minor flirtations with a few girls here and there, but those were back-seat romances that weren't even worth talking about. He hadn't, for example, ever been in a bedroom with a woman until this night. He'd never had his cock in the cunt of a woman, and the few girls who had allowed him advances had certainly not permitted him to rub his cock against their faces. He'd had two hand jobs, to be exact, and on one occasion he had rubbed so vigorously against a girl while he danced with her at a friend's party that he came in his pants. But other than this ... but, well, he had to admit, his fantasies were just about the most active part of his sexual life. He had imagined himself with the best starlets, the hottest whores, the prettiest and the most regal personages of world politics. And with them, he'd done every trick in the book. But not in his wildest dreams had he thought that his real sexual education would begin at home, in his father's bedroom, with his mother. When he realized what was happening, he nearly fainted.
"Charley? Charley?" she called to him. He looked like he was in a trance. She shook him by the joint.
He came out of it. "Yes, yes," he said, "T was just thinking."
"That's OK, " she said. "But I think it's time to get to work on making you stiff again. I'm still the only one around here who hasn't gotten a good hot orgasm. If you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure, Mom," said Charley. "What do you want to do?"
"Lay down," she directed him. "This is one that always gets your father going."
He spread himself out on the king-sized bed. The sheets smelled fresh and felt smooth on his skin. He was flat on his belly.
"You'll have to get up for this one," she said. "On your hands and knees, Charley. Otherwise your mother's going to have a hard time working that joint of yours."
"Oh, yeah," said Charley. "Sure." He propped himself up on hands and knees. His mother crawled in behind him. He could feel her soft boobies press on the middle of his back. Her cunt rubbed softly at the space between his buttocks. Small, wet pubic hairs brushed against his ass crease. "I sure can feel you in there, Mom," he said. "And it feels nice."
"Just you wait," she said, reaching around his smooth muscular hips with both hands. She gripped his penis. "Tell me," said Vera, "if I go too hard." She rolled his meat back and forth between her palms. Gradually, slowly but surely, her palms worked their way down to his nut nest. When she was right beside his balls, she took his cock with one hand and his testicles with the other and pulled the different parts of his genitals in opposite directions.
"Oh, God, Mom!" wailed Charley in a muffled voice. "Oh, shit!" His meat began to fill with another load of hot lusty blood. The boner took on shape, form, the necessary size of a big bone that could penetrate his mother's hot twat. "It's got to be big!" she said softly in his ear. "It's got to be big and meaty and hot. Otherwise I'm not interested."
"Mmmmm," he hummed, feeling her hands tour his groin. She slid her palms up and down the inside of his legs. Then she grabbed him by the shoulders and rubbed her hungry twat against his firm ass cheeks. "Oh, my Charley, my son," she groaned, rubbing her slippery bush this way and that on his tough ass. "You're going to give Mom such a nice fuck that nobody would ever believe it."
"If we told them," said Charley.
"Of course not, honey," she reassured him. "Of course not." She rubbed her cunt against his ass, her tits against his back, and her hands against his cock. He had thrills all over the place. Soon Vera knew that her son's prick was as hard as need be. "You know," she said, "I think you're just about ready.".
"Oh, yeah," he said, "I think so too!" He turned around and stretched out with his legs apart. His middle leg, however, stuck straight up like a tree. "Get a load of that," he bragged, proud of his second erection.
"I expected nothing less of a Benson," said his mother. She was pleased as punch to see such a large juicy phallus. It was, in fact, the hot hunk of meat she'd been waiting for all night. She jumped down onto the hog cock with her face. "Let's just grease it up a bit before we go plowing my fields with it, eh?" She licked the wedge of cock muscle with her tongue. She went up the backside in one long stroke. She arrived at the crown and coiled her tongue around the hot pink rim. The inflamed sword throbbed in ecstasy. "Mom," said Charley, "I think you better start now."
"Yes, of course. Time to fuck," she said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She climbed up on top of him. "Me on top for the beginning," she said with a cheery smile. "Just to make sure I get a little special kind of rubbing from this big hot pecker of yours, Charley." She lifted her crotch and spread her legs. With her left hand holding the meat at a slight angle, she rubbed the head of his pecker up along her smooth ooze covered loin until the tip arrived at her wet bush. There she pulled the poker away from the side of her leg and aimed it directly up into the twat tube itself. "Now, my son." Vera exclaimed, "I'm going to have a fantasy come true!" She let loose of the hot pecker and jumped down onto it. The meat went flying, sliding up at exactly the right angle, and landed well-placed within the confines of Vera's slippery, tight channel.
Charley groaned, "Oooh, my god, Mother, you have no idea!"
She smiled down on him: "That's where you're wrong, son. I know exactly!" She laughed and heaved her hips right and left. This weaving pattern-a kind of sloppy gyration-squished Charley's cock from side to side, and sent slippery chills and previously inexperienced tingles up and down his prick shaft. He moaned softly, "Fuck! What a thing! Fuck! I never. Oh, shirt! Fuck!"
Mrs. Benson was all smiles. It was a great pleasure for her to be able to make her son so happy. Unlike her poor disheveled husband, Charley enjoyed the fuck, was awake for it, and was able to give, in return, a modicum of satisfaction. She was only too happy to ride him for as long as he wanted.
"Is it the way you thought it would be?" he asked her at one point. "Is it good for you, Mom?"
"You bet it is," she said, grinding her cunt across his prick shaft. "I never got this kind of meat so fast and so hot in all my life." Then she remembered a young sailor boy in New-York. "Well, almost never," she corrected herself.
"Slide up a little," requested Charley.
His mother slid up on his cock. He could feel, in this manner, her vaginal lips rubbing against the head of his prick. And when she came back down, her muscles grabbed even harder than before. "Oh, boy," he moaned, "I can feel those hot muscles of yours cranking me up good."
She had to laugh at that. "Of course, son. T always use those tight little muscles to get a good prick the thrills it deserves. That way T get what I want, too." She laughed again and pressed her twat channel this way and that against the sides of his full, erect cock meat.
"Oh, shit," groaned Charley to his mother. "Mom, give it to me harder, will you?! "
She leaned down close to him. Her big fat titties rubbed on his lean, teenage chest. Her nipples, pointy erect buds, grazed and pressed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her down close to him. Then he bounced, at first slowly, and then more quickly. Every bounce was a hot thrust into her twat chamber. His meat went further and further into her hot hole. She couldn't possibly resist his every shot. She squeezed and pulsed around his hefty, heavy duty meat. "Oh, my God," she cried to her son, "that's some of the best loving I ever got, Charley. Absolutely some of the best!" She reached down under his buttocks with her open palms, cupped his ass cheeks, and pressed his meaty sword even further into her hot box. When she found the time, and the passageway, she slid her finger into his bunghole. Thus she had a digit in his ass-hole, her titties rubbing against his chest, and sometimes his face, and her cunt tied to his penis.
Charley felt the hot blood beat in his temples. He felt the surge of lust begin to rise in his groin, too. He knew that in a few minutes he would be firing that fresh juice of his all over again. His mother would have caused him to have an orgasm twice in only a little less than an hour.
When he stopped to think that only a short while before he'd never had his cock in a cunt, and now, he'd not only been fucking, but with his lovely mother, he was just amazed at his good luck. "Ooooh," he moaned as she gave a particular good squeeze to his cock muscle, "oooh, my!" He rolled his hips so as to accent how much he appreciated the fine treatment his mother afforded him.
"You get ready, Charley," she told him. "Brace yourself, cause I'm going to give you the final fling for the night, babe. Something you'll never forget, eh?" She lifted up off of him.
Instinctively, Charley reached up for his mother's full titties. He grabbed the same breasts from which sixteen years before he had sucked milk. He tweaked the nipples, pulled on them, tugged at the hefty, smooth breast tissue. "Oh, Mom," he grunted, "this is the best thing that ever happened to me." He used one hand for one titty, one hand for the other. He had his hands quite full!
"My, my," she said, "I do believe that my son's a regular Don Juan." She pressed his hands tight against her chest. "Rub those nipples around and make sure that I'm good and hot, hon."
Charley was only too happy to give those paps the squeeze and tug they deserved. Nothing could have made him more content. Except, of course, the really hot contractions his mother's cunt was making on his meaty crutch.
"Is it time for you?" he asked. "You gonna come, Mom?"
"Any minute now," she said. "Any minute. You just hold on to my titties and enjoy the rest of the ride."
Vera began to phase out. She wasn't quite all there. Her orgasmic lust was beginning to take over. Her face turned bright red, and her tits were covered with hot and cold flashes, chills. She was riding Charley's poker as though she were on a horse. She held on to his shoulders, braced herself and let her titties ride around any which way they flopped. If Charley held onto them, that was fine. If not, that was fine too. She was concentrating on other things. She leaned into the fuck, pulled and pushed on his pecker with her hot tight cunt tube. She could ply the meat, bend it, eat it with her experienced hole and the muscles within it. Most importantly, she knew how to get her clit snagged on the edge of his hot dick head. She could get the crown rubbing and grinding against her clitoris flesh and that in itself would make her gush like a broken fire hydrant. Soon she began to shiver, and it was evident, even to her inexperienced son, that something unusual was happening inside Vera's body.
She bit down hard, bared her teeth, and suddenly stopped moving all together. Then, just as suddenly, she rocked back and forth vigorously. "Oh, my fucking God damn cunt tube!" she screamed. "Fuck me in the cunt hole, Charley. Fuck me up the tube!"
Charley wasn't sure exactly what to do. He just kept drilling up into his mother's pussy in hopes that that would do the job.
And do the job it did! For no more than a minute later there was a gush of juice so severe, so strong and so plentiful, that after the ooze had dripped off of his cock and balls a puddle formed down between Charley's legs.
When it was all over Vera rolled her hips off to one side, and her slippery, satisfied twat juiced off, like a suction cup being peeled off glass, of Charley's glistening joy stick.
"Oh, wow, Mom," he groaned, "that was really something!"
"Yes indeedy," she agreed. "It certainly was that."
"Do you think," began Charley with a question, but then he stopped and said nothing.
"What is it, honey?" asked Vera. "It's me, your mother. You can trust me." She reached over to fiddle with his slimy erection.
"Naw," he muttered. "Forget it."
Then she realized what troubled him. "It's this!" she exclaimed tugging on her boy's prick. "You want to come!"
"Yes," Charley admitted shyly. "That was it. But you don't have to if you don't want to."
"Nonsense," said Vera. "Of course I do." She curled her index finger around the pillar of flesh. Up and down she jerked her hand. She was sure to catch the ridge of his mushroom head with her finger and thumb. Every stroke heightened Charley's developing passion. Soon his rod vibrated, and sexual fever spread through his loins. "Mom," he groaned, "did Dad ever have you pull his penis? like this I mean?"
"Oh. shit yes," she muttered. "Countless times. I wish I had a dollar for every time your father made me jerk him off. I'd be a rich woman." She tugged harder on his tense bone.
"Uuuuuhh," he grunted. "It's getting close."
"Good," she said. "The closer the better. Nothing quite so nice as a tantalizing little tug of prick to make the time pass. Would you like a trigger finger in your ass-hole, too?"
"What's a trigger finger?" he asked even though he could well imagine.
"Here," she said, rolling over between his legs without missing a single stroke at his meat. "I'll show you." She shot one digit, her middle finger, up into the crater just outside his large bowel. Then she said: "When you're about to come, to shoot your wad, let me know. I'll jam this finger of mine up there and ream out your bunghole: trigger finger: you'll shoot your jism to the ceiling, that's how good it is!" His mother smiled happily. She was joyous with the pleasure she was able to give her loving son.
"Uuuuuuhhh," grunted Charley. "I'm getting there. Getting mighty close!" He rocked his hips. Involuntarily, his meat swelled with passion. "Your dick," his mother said, "is getting so large I won't be able to use my index finger any more. I'll have to use my whole fist." Sure enough, she changed the arrangement of her hand around his flesh prong so that she could include that much more of his bulging muscle. "How's that?"
"Nice," he agreed. "That's even better than before."
Mrs. Benson cocked her trigger finger. She could tell that Charley wasn't far from ejaculation. Soon, she calculated, he would want that poke in the butt which would finish him off. She reached down to her twat with her middle finger and greased up so that it would be a well-lubricated digit which flew up Charley's small shit tube. "OK, " he said, his face turning beet red, "it's almost here. It's getting close. It's-"
Mrs. Benson inspected his nuts. They had turned to flesh tones. Goose bumps filled the creases in the scrotal sack, and chill crawled up her son's thighs. She smiled, flexed the muscles in both arms, and slammed her finger up his ass-hole
"Oooooh, shit me around!" wailed Charley. Jism spurted out of his penis. Vera quickly mouthed the organ and caught spurts two through ten in the back of her throat. When it was nearly over, she yanked her finger out of Charley's bunghole and cried: "That's the Benson jerk off! What do you think, Charley?"
"Uuuuuuhhh," he grunted. "That's too fucking much, Maw, really!" He rolled over and tried to catch his breath.
His mother followed him, however, wanting to make sure that this meaty flesh prong received the proper cleansing. She pressed her face up to his phallus. "Needs a lick or two more," she whispered. "Just for good luck." She swabbed the staff of meat with her long wet mouth muscle. The head dripped another sticky drip of greyish sperm juice. With puckered lips she kissed off that last drop, and she swallowed it, too. Almost out of habit, Vera Benson gave a quick last licking to the entire male organ. It was probably instinct, but she also kissed each ball.
"Mom," said Charley, sitting up on the edge of his parents' bed, "I just don't know how to thank you."
"Don't you worry about it," she said as she softly stroked his long muscular thigh. "We're going to be spending quite some time together, So I may have to call on you again to come to the rescue."
"Oh, boy," he said with a broad grin. "I'll be sure to bring my spear, Mom, if you know what I mean." He gave her a lecherous, knowing wink.
"I won't want it any other way, honey," said Vera Benson. Then she shook her titties and stood up. "If you know what I mean," she added.