Chapter 4

Tom Benson rolled out of bed with a severe hangover. It was easily well after noon, and he was the first one in his house to wake. "Vera, Vera!" he said to his wife. He shook her by the shoulder and her sheet fell down to leave her naked shoulders and breasts open to Tom's hungry view. "Mmmmmm, honey," he whispered, "wake up."

As he shook her gently by the shoulder, he also used one hand to play with her tit. He tugged the sleeping nipple, caressed the large brown cap, and stroked the breast flesh. Vera rolled onto her back. Her smooth pendular titties hung to either side of her chest.

"God damn," moaned Tom, "I wonder what happened last night that I'm so fucking horny right now?" He mustered up the courage to begin licking his wife's fruity chest. He stroked her with his tongue, licked the nipples and the rim of the caps, and then swabbed the full creamy flesh of each fat titty. "Oh, nice," he gasped, "very nice!"

"What?" moaned Vera. "What is it?"

"Nothing, darling," said Tom. He pulled the sheets up so that just her titties showed. Everything else was covered. But when she had gone back to sleep, he pulled the sheet down again. "Now," he said, rubbing his hands in invisible soap and water and making himself ready, "now I'm going to get myself a nice long feel of that big gorgeous chest." He smacked his lips and took to running his fingers lightly along the gentle slopes of Vera's breasts.

"Ahhhh," she groaned in her sleep, "mmmm, what's that, what's that." She lifted a hand up to where he rubbed her and she pressed his palm against her chest. "Ooooh, nice." She opened her eyes part way. "Tom?" she asked. "Tom, is that you?"

"Of course it is," he said, getting ready to climb onto her, "who did you think would be rubbing your titties at this hour of the day?"

"Oh, honey," she said clasping his hands close to her body, "I love that special feel you give me." She took his hand and especially one finger. Spreading her legs, she applied his digit to the insides of her body. "There," she said, "give it to me there."

Tom could feel Vera's slippery twat. It was wet and juicy, like a nice ripe tangerine. He wondered if he'd get some nice tangy taste out of her. He used his other hand to press and mold and massage her chest. Meanwhile his finger fucking began to heat Vera's groin. She rocked around on his digit, moaning and groaning and leaking and gushing. "Ahhhhh," she sighed every now and then, "this is the way to wake up in the morning, darling. I love you." He slid down between her legs so that he would have a better access to her hot juicing twat.

There the sap spilled freely. It was slimy and greasy. He kept his finger going in her cunt, and he used his other hand to rub her sweet tender loins. Soon he had her pelvis rocking and rolling around on his hand. He used the middle digit that fucked her honey pot to stimulate her clitoris. It was easy to get Vera as hot as necessary.

When she felt that she could benefit from his long cock, she rolled her head back and said: "Come on, Tom, honey, give me that boner. Stuff me up good." She rolled her hips from side to side and begged him for the long hot meat she was accustomed to getting. "You can do it, Tom. I know you can. Stuff that prick joint right down my twat hole. Do it to me, Tom. I want that long hot stick of penis up my twat hole! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He waited a moment because he wanted to have a long soft feel of her smooth-as-silk thighs. He rubbed his palms along the tops of her legs, and then between her legs, too. "Ooooh," he grunted now and then, "baby, you and I are made for each other."

"Tom, honey," she cried, "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean for you to be so angry at me. I'm sorry I picked a fight."

Tom couldn't even remember what had happened the night before. He was so drunk he had forgotten that at one point he had his rod in Vera's twat hole. "That's OK, " he told her even though he had no idea what she was referring to. "Let bygones be bygones."

Vera rolled her heavy hips. "Honey," she pleaded, "won't you give me that penis now?" Her melodious voice convinced Tom that the time was right.

"OK, " he said, "Let me climb on in there."

A big smile spread across Vera's face. She loved it when Tom stretched out inside her hot pussy. It was only when he got so terribly drunk and ornery as he had the previous night that she didn't feel safe to fuck him. But now, with his big firm meat rubbing here and there against her legs, she felt that everything would be all right. So she spread her legs and helped him enter her.

"Oh, yeah, babe," he sighed as his dick sank into her well. "That's what I call a nice honey pot." He pushed hard to make sure that he had nailed his meat all the way down into her tube. "It's gotta be all the way in there, you know."

She heaved her pelvis up into his groin. "Get it in, honey," she told him. "Get it all the way in."

He drilled her with his heavy flesh stick. Her open pussy took all the hog he had. She spread out the lips of her vagina by using her hands. This way his prick didn't rub against too many hairs, and this way, too, she was able to get the massive cock muscle inside her just the way she liked it. Then she bore down, used her great contracting slippery twat muscles to pull on his switching, thrusting pole.

"Ahhhh," moaned Tom Benson. "That's what I call a good fucking, babe. You really know how to move those hips." He floated on her magic flesh carpet. She gave him a ride better than he probably deserved, but then again he was giving her a good hunk of meat to work with, too.

"Nice," she cooed, getting ready to cream all over that stick of his. "You got what it takes, Tom. It's just right, honey." She rotated her hips around his stick. The flesh pole vibrated inside her slippery twat. She could make that meat bounce or jiggle or shake, whatever she wanted, just by moving her hips in this or that direction. When she swung her smooth thighs and hot twat to the right, the right side of Tom's penis was sliding and slipping for a special thrill. And if she jerked her meat filled crotch the other way, the other side of his pecker was rubbed and stimulated.

"My, oh, my!" grunted Tom Benson. His wife gave the kind of fuck that he thoroughly enjoyed. "You gonna rip me off, darling?"

"Sure," she said. "You say when."

"Now," he said. "Right fucking now."

She lifted her hand down to her twat, where his pole worked in and out of her. She dipped her own finger into the flow of ooze and greased it up. Then she slid around one hip and came down inside his ass crease. Finally, she clogged his bunghole with a knuckle of fresh finger digit. "Oh shit!" wailed Tom. "Fuck me!"

His joint shot forward and he filled his wife's tube with more hot cock organ than she thought he had on him. He buried his thick spurting flesh spike in her bush, between her flapping slippery lips, way down deep. She rolled her butt and made sure, by squeezing his hairy buttocks, that she got every last drop of his semen in her.

"My, oh, my!" cried Tom Benson. "That's what I call fucking!" He rolled off Vera's warm body. Juice dripped from his meat. "Look, nun," he said. "Look at my joint!"

"I see," she said. "It's big and stiff." She saw that he dripped semen. "You want me to suck that?"

"Yes," he said. "Suck it up. Swallow that jism. Clean me off."

She leaned down in his crotch. To help her, he spread his legs. "There you go, honey, it's all yours." He smiled and lay back to enjoy himself. Vera tongued his joint, lipped the crown, sucked up the last drops of semen. "Uuuuuuuhhh," she hummed. "Good wet ooze."

"Yes," said Tom. "Nothing but the best." He reached down and held the sides of her face. He pushed the hot lipped mouth this way and that. He used her face like a universal joint. "Suck," he commanded, "suck that stick."

She finished him off and licked him clean. When it was all over she blushed with a new, vigorous heat. "You know," she said, "I didn't really get mine that time."

"Oh?" said Tom, not really very sympathetic. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?" He pinched her on the cheek of her ass. "You want me to fuck you up the butt?"

"No," she said. "I don't want anything of the kind." She lay back down in bed. "I just thought that if you felt like a gentleman you might go and stick that nice stiff rod of yours inside my pussy again." She opened her legs. "See how juicy it is in there?"

He stared at her sweltering cunt. The pubic hairs were wet and shiny. The thick wet lips surrounding her vagina glistened with a fresh coating of slippery wet ease juice. He thought for a minute that he could even see her clitoris meat throbbing like a spastic little finger inside. She held the lips open so that he could see in. "Isn't that nice?" she said. "Wouldn't you like to make me come?" Some semen dripped out along the bottom wall of her channel and made a small puddle in the sheets below. "Wouldn't you like to stuff that big meaty spike in there?" She reached out and grabbed hold of his hot thick cock. "Your joint is so strong," she told him, "I bet you could fuck three women at once."

"Come on, honey," he said. "I ain't gonna fuck you any more." He grabbed her wrist and squeezed. She had to let go of his meaty stick.

"Awe, come on," she begged rolling over and trying to catch hold of him as he got up from the bed. "Please, Tom, I need it. All you have to do is rub my clitoris. You know, just a little rub on my meat and you'll have it made. What do you say?"

"You rub it," he snapped. "I got things to do." He dressed and left her alone in bed.

Vera spread her legs apart. She pulled the sheets up over her waist so that she would not watch herself masturbate. She used her index finger to ply the friendly little clit standing up inside her twat. "Oooh," she gasped out loud as she rubbed the rubbery meaty twat joint, "oooh, God!" She tugged with two fingers at it, pushed it this way and that, and jammed a finger from her other hand in and out of her tube. Sometimes she pushed her greasy digit in and out of her ass-hole, just to be sure she was getting plenty of lusty stimulation. Just when she thought she was about to have an orgasm, when her legs were covered with neat chills, when her gushing cunt was oozing lots of ease juice, and just when her nipples had become fully aroused and erect, the bedroom door opened. She turned to see who it was: "Oh, my, Charley, how are you this morning?"

"Fine, Mom," said Charley, rubbing his eyes. "You mind if I come in?" He stepped forward and shut the door behind him. "You sure do look good this morning."

"Come over here," said Vera, "and sit down." She took her hand out of her cunt, her finger out of her tube, and indicated the space of bed next to her. "Sit down, Charley. I think we better have a little chat."

He came over and sat on the bed where his father had been a few minutes before. "What's up, Mom? Isn't Dad around?"

"He left a little while ago," she said. "You remember what we did last night?"

"Gee, Mom, you'd think I was a kid the way you talk. Of course I remember last night. It was great."

"Do you remember how your father left me? Alone and horny?"

"Sure," said Charley. "It was a rotten trick, too."

"Yes," she agreed, "but now I feel the same way. He stuck his dick in me, got his jollies, and left." She pulled the sheets down so that Charley could see the runny juice leak from her hole. "So," she added, "I think it's only fair that you plank your mother one more time, just to keep me even with him."

"I'd love to, Mom, but you don't know where he is. He might come in any minute."

"He probably went out to get some beer and get drunk again. Just check and see if the car's in the garage. If not, then we can go ahead and not worry about a thing." She smiled and bid him leave to see about the car.

He ran to the backyard. Sure enough, the garage was empty. He ran back to his mother's room and slammed the door behind him. He started tearing off his clothes. "You were right, Mom. The car's gone. We're all alone. Except for Tina, but she won't bother us." He was naked with his limp joint hanging between his legs. "Look at that," he said, climbing in next to his mother's hot body, "my prick is soft like banana meat."

"Don't you worry," said Mrs. Benson with a cheerful smile, "I'm gonna take care of everything." She inspected her son's soft pecker. "It looks to me like it's still got juice on it from yesterday."

Charley didn't bother to tell his mother about how he and his sister Tina had been fucking early that morning. "Yeah," he said, "I haven't had a chance to shower yet."

"Well," said Mrs. Benson, "come on. Our work is cut out for us." She hopped out of bed in the nude. Her big bosoms were bouncing this way and that. It was everything Charley could do just to follow that long full body to the bathroom without tackling her and shoving his meat up her cunt. Who cared, he thought, if there was a little extra juice around his prick?

But he curtailed the impulse to rape his mother, and, instead, he followed her into the tub. There, before they put on the shower, Vera Benson rubbed his meat with grease. "You'll like this," she said, "it's like butter." She spread the slippery ooze on his meaty rod. "And it tastes good, too, if ever somebody asks you about that. I know. It's the stuff I use on your father's rod when I want him sticking it up my ass-hole." She continued to spread the clear paste across his big, stiff joint. "See how nice that feels?" she said spreading it down the top of his shaft. When her finger arrived at the head of his meat she rubbed back and forth. Then she wiped off the excess goo on his leg. "Just for good luck," she said. "A little extra grease never hurt."

"Can I put some on you, Mom?" he asked.

She was happy to hear him become a little more aggressive. "I'd like that," she said. "Start with my ass-hole." She handed him the jar and bent over in front of him. "Go on," she said, "take a fingerful of that stuff and rub it into my crack."

He stared down at the long curve and crack. There was plenty of room to slide a finger and lubricate. He jammed his digit into the jar and began spreading the grease along the groove.

"Oooh," groaned his mother, "that's the way to get me greasy, son. Just keep that up." She spread her legs a little more and reached back to hold her buttocks apart for him. "There you go," she said, "now you can get right in there and get me really well-lubricated."

He stared down into her shit hole. The beveled crater attracted the most attention. He thought for sure that if he poked her with a finger of grease the way he wanted, that she would scream bloody murder. But he decided to risk it. He covered his middle finger with the slippery lubricant and jammed it in hard.

"Oh, my," she said softly, "you have discovered my ass-hole, Charley. That's nice."

To his surprise, and delight, she enjoyed the poke to her bunghole. "Yes, Mom," he said, "I sure have found out about your ass-hole."

"Why don't you stick that cock of yours in there. I'll bend over a little more and keep my butt open for you with my hands. You just stick that heavy duty pole of yours all the way in."

"Whatever you say, Mom," said Charley. "Whatever you say." He rocked forward with his stiff flesh prong. He forked her with his rod. The meaty sword sank into her open butt breach.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "I like that stick up there. Give it to me harder, Charley, and I'll be in anal heaven."

He couldn't believe his ears. He'd buried his cock in her ass-hole muscle and there was no more meat to give her. Yet his lovely mother wanted more of his stick. So he reared back and cocked his sex muscle at the outside of her shit tube entrance. He prepared to skewer the meaty ass-hole. Wham! He jammed it in.

"Ooooh, my, that's the way!" she creamed. "Gimme your hands and I'll show you a little trick or two." She reached up and took her son's hands from her smooth shoulders. One she applied to her titties, to the full bosom and her red chest. The other she guided down into her cunt. There, in the stream of hot ooze, she pinched his finger and pulled him to the site of her clit. "Now," she said, "if you jerk on my clitoris while you stuff my ass-hole, then you'll give me just the right kind of thrill."

So Charley tried that for a while. He rocked into his mother's meaty rear end. His fingers meanwhile plied her clit, or tugged her titties. "This is fun," he whispered in her ear. "I like it like this."

"Good," she said. "I do too."

They were standing in the tub so they didn't have to worry about making a mess. "Listen," said Mrs. Benson, "I have to go to the bathroom. Then, after I urinate, it'll be that much better. I won't have to think about it."

"Sure," said Charley, "I understand." He started to back out of his mother's ass-hole.

"Were are you going?" she complained.

"Well, I thought..."

"Just move your hand," she said.

Charley took his hand out of his mother's hot box. "O.K., " he said. "Now what?"

"Now," she said, "I'm going to take a quick whiz." She let loose her urine and the piss went leaking down the inside of her leg. Still Charley's cock was up her ass-hole in the middle of the fresh buggering. "Oh, shit," she groaned, tightening her muscles on his pecker as she peed in front of them both, "I'm almost done. Then is when we'll really get rocking!"

When she had finished peeing she took his hand again. "OK, I'm ready for more masturbation action in my cunt, honey. You take care of my clit and the finger-fucking there. I'll just give your penis a nice rubbing with my shit tube."

"Sure, Mom," said Charley, rubbing his pecker back and forth in her tube, "any way you want it." He jammed his meat down into her, applied his fingers to her other hole, and waited to feel the milking action of her ass-hole. Soon she massaged him as though her butt tube were a hot twat. There was enough juice and space that he could move from side to side in the abnormally large channel. "Hot shit," he grunted, "it's tight and warm in there, but I sure can get a good feel out of you, Mom. I love this ass-hole fucking!"

"Good, hun," she grunted, "but try not to forget about stuffing my cunt tube, too. You have to use your finger for that, you know."

He took the cue and began to tug on his mother's hot wet clit. He couldn't be sure if some of the juice from her urine had mixed with her clit ooze. But it didn't really matter because a minute later Vera turned on the shower, saying as she did, "It's time we got cleaned up and back into bed, honey. We want to be through in my twat before your father gets home."

"That's for sure," said Charley. He yanked his prick out of her anal tube, took a quick shot and stroke along the course of the slippery groove, and then let loose of her all together. "Oh, Mom," he muttered, "this is just so fucking hot and juicy here. I don't know if I want to let go of you." He was looking at her full bunghole.

"Now you just wait," she said, turning around and facing him. "I'm going to give you one of the finest fucks you ever had. In my twat hole. It's going to be so slippery that you'll feel like you're in a swimming pool, and it's going to be so tight that you'll think you're getting a hand job. Mmmmmmm?"

So, under the steaming hot water of the shower, they washed each other off. Vera was the first to apply the slippery soap to her hands. She sudsed up her palms and then rubbed Charley's stiff pecker clean. She soaped and rubbed and slid the hot pecker between her palms. Then she applied some of the oily cleanser to her belly and pressed that part of her lean body against Charley's upright prick. "How's that feel?" she asked her son. "You like to get your prick into the soap and water action?"

"Oh, Maw," he moaned, "I love that." His dick went sliding up and down along her soaped belly. Her jumbo titties rubbed along his chest, too. They were slipping and sliding like jelly bean bags, rubbing on his shoulders and against his chest. His mother leaned close to him and her lips spread open. "I'm going to kiss you, Charley," she whispered, "with my hot lips and with my tongue, honey."

"Mmmmmm," said Charley. "Go ahead, Mom." The water steamed over them as his mother leaned close and pressed her open mouth lips against her son's face. Her tongue wandered in and out of his mouth, filled him up with the delicious feel of hot oral meat. She French kissed him for a long time. While she did, she reached down between their bodies and took his cock in her hand. She slid it against her slippery flesh. The rubbery head, sensitized by all the stimulation, turned cherry red as Charley's mother rubbed and pushed the hefty meat against her body. "Oooooh," she said, pulling away from the kiss, "that was very nice, son. Very, very nice."

Carefully, she knelt between his legs. She took his cock and placed it in her face. The shower continued to rain on them. She sucked his dick back and forth, rubbing the shaft with her cheeks and her tongue. Then she stuck a finger in his ass-hole and probed his shit tube. Finally, she rubbed her chin next to his balls and said: "We better get up and dry off a little, honey. It's time for that."

She turned off the shower and watched her strong teenage son step from the shower. "You know," she said as his buttocks spread to hurtle the edge of the tub, "I think I'd like to ream out your ass-hole, Charley. Would you like that? Just a quick little ream before you fuck my cunt?"

"Sure, Mom," said Charley. "Let's go to it!" He bent over, his hands on the back of the toilet, and gave her enough room to get into his ass-hole with her tongue. She sat on the edge of the tub so that her face was at just the right place and height. Her tongue went sliding up and down in his ass crease.

"Oh, Maw," he muttered in ecstasy, "that's really nice and slippery. You got the best tongue in the house, you know that? The absolute best!" She used her hands to spread his firm cheeks. The bunghole, smaller than her own, was clean and round. It tapered down into the dark tube. She opened wide and her lizard like tongue shot down into the cavity. "Ahhhhh," groaned Charley, "that is what I call a terrific ream out, Mother. Really the best." His ass wobbled with ecstasy as she gave his corn-hole a good tongue cleansing.

"Alright," said Vera, pulling her tongue out of his shit tube, "it's time to get the fuck underway. Not that we haven't had plenty of fun like this."

"Yes, indeed," said Charley, rubbing his hands together, sliding his palms back and forth, "Let's get going with it."

Vera took him by the hand. Mother and son, the latter with a jumbo and fully extended penis flopping this way and that, started out of the bathroom. "It's going to be a lot of fun, honey," she said. "You just wait until you get that prick of yours into my oozing pussy."

It wasn't until they arrived in the bedroom that they discovered something very interesting. Charley opened the door for his mother and said: "I sure am going to enjoy sticking this big hard cock of mine up your sweet oozing tube, Mom." Then he looked at the king-sized bed and had for himself a very big surprise.