Chapter 9
But while Tina slept soundly in her bedroom, Mrs. Benson and Tina's brother, Charley, were busily making preparations for a healthy fuck. "You know," said Vera to her boy, "I think I'd like it two different ways tonight. Once in the ass-hole would be nice. Then again in the cunt."
"Is that your choice, Mom?" asked Charley with a hot smile. "I mean you better make up your mind now or forever hold your peace."
"Well, what if I decide I'd like something a little different?" she said, taking off her suit jacket and undoing her bra. "Here, by the way, will you help me with this?" She couldn't quite reach the buckle that strapped in her mammoth mammaries.
"Well," said Charley, undoing the buckle on his mother's bra, "I guess we'll let you have a choice or two more if you need it." He slid his hands from behind under his mother's arm pits and up to cup her titties in his palms. When he had a full handful in each palm, he smiled and said: "I think this is going to be a right fine beginning to a wonderful fuck session, Maw. I mean really." He tugged on the delightful red nipples and brown caps. His hands slid automatically across her chest, and up to her neck, and along the side of her body and to her back. There he rubbed her shoulders, massaged her neck. "Oh, my," she cooed, "that's very nice, Charley."
"Good," he said, undoing his belt with one hand. "Do you need some help, Mom, with this skirt of yours?"
"Oh, no," she said, coming back to her senses. She slid out of the skirt, and out of the nylons she wore also. She was nude but for silk panties. When she started to remove them, Charley advised her against it. "I kind of like to take those off you myself," he said with a blush.
"Good, honey," said his mother. She turned around and pressed her titties up against his now naked chest. The big firm nipples and jumbo tit flesh rubbed nicely here and there on his still developing muscular torso. "Oh, boy, Mom," he said in a low whisper in her ear, "your tits are getting red and rea-dy!"
"You bet, son," she said. She took his hands and guided his ginger fingers here and there on each titty. "I like a good long feel in the chest, Charley. Remember that, OK? "
"Sure, Mom," he said. "I like doing it, too." He pushed her down on the king-sized bed. "Now, though, it's time for some rough and tumble fuck action."
She laughed at his sense of play. And when he climbed up on her big frame, she continued to laugh and cheer him on. He rubbed his naked flesh against her panties and her body. Soon he grew tired of having his cock hit against cloth instead of flesh. He reached down and with one hand pulled the underwear off of his mother. "There," she said, "I feel better too, Charley. You know what I mean?"
She waved her pelvis up and down in his groin. He spread his legs so that his mother's pussy and her thick thighs were between his loins. His cock rubbed smoothly on top of the dense pubic bush. There was clit ooze in that hairy space of her loins, and this juice served to lubricate Charley's hot meat. He could feel the head of his prick take on new passion, ready itself for the several fucks that they had planned.
"You know," she whispered to him, "it would be more romantic if we turned off the light."
He said that she was right and stood up and turned off the lights. In the dark he stumbled back to his mother's bed and searched under the sheets for her hairy wet pussy. When he found it with his hand he began a vigorous manual stimulation of the twat lips. He plied the fat lips this way and that way, and when he could not tell any longer if he was in or out of her cunt, he knew that he'd done a good job of juicing her up. There was plenty of her fresh grease everywhere.
He slid his finger down to his mother's ass-hole. "Were you serious about the corn-hole fuck?" he asked her. "Or just kidding?"
"Why don't you eat out my bunghole first, just for a little while," she said casually, "and then, if I feel pretty nice that way, maybe we'll hit things off with a little anal buggering action, eh?"
He wanted to obey his mother's every wish. He carefully made his way to the heavenly round orbs of her butt. The cheeks were smooth and creamy, and in the soft moonlight that streamed through their window, he could see that these globes were white while much of the rest of her body was tanned and mellow. He stroked his mother's ass for some time, moving his hands first along the spinal portion of her butt, then along the lower folds, and finally in circles in the middle of the ass cheeks. When he'd completed this initial feel of her willing soft cheeks, he then spread the two halves of her ass away from each other.
He drew his finger down the remaining groove. The bed of the channel was dry. He dipped his finger into her cunt and soaked up some clit juice. Then he returned to the base of the trough and spread the slippery, slimy ooze that would make an eat or an ass-hole fuck in his mother's butt much more sensuous.
"Oh, yes," she groaned and moaned, "I want that tongue of yours, son. I want it in my ass-hole, honey. Stick it right in."
Charley opened his mouth and applied his long narrow mouth muscle to his mother's brown crater. He stuffed her full of his ream organ. She begged for more, and he gave her that, too. His tongue worked her into a furious fever. Soon her hips wobbled this way and that, and she begged him to stop. But now he would not. Now that he had gone so far with this mouth attack on her pelvis, on at least one hole of it, anyhow, he decided that there was no way to stop. He flipped her over and made similar moves on his mother's cunt. There the entrance was even easier and the stimulation even more fruitful.
"Oh, my God," she grunted. "What the fuck are you doing? Shit, son, you have to stop! It's too fucking good to believe!" His tongue reamed her pussy so well that she came close to instantaneous orgasm. He'd located her clit, and when he nibbled on the bunched flesh there his mother could only squirm in delight.
"My fucking God, Charley, you have to let loose for a minute."
But rather than let loose, her son pushed harder. He jammed his finger into her ass-hole, and another finger, along with his tongue, continued the magnificent work in her pussy. "Shit," she grunted, thrusting her hips in spastic abandon at his face, which was handy. "I got to get myself under control. It's not good to be so turned on like this. Please, Charley, my boy, let me loose for a minute. Let my cunt go."
But now Charley was truly inspired. He not only did not let his mother's pussy go, but he shot his hands upwards to her hot chest. There he rubbed a fine coating of sweet clit ooze across her nipples. The hot pointy buds went wild. Soon they were very nearly twitching without any prodding from anyone.
"Oh, God damn," moaned Charley, his hog getting big and hard and ready for the upcoming fuck. "This is gonna be a winner!"
"Yeah," shouted his mother, "you're telling me!" Her pussy gushed, and she rolled this way and that, squirming for the release that would only come when her son supplied her juice box with enough prick meat to cause a climax.
"Soon, Mom," he promised. "In just one minute." He pushed her over on her side, however, and then onto her belly.
"What are you doing?" she demanded to know. "I don't want it up my ass-hole any more, Charley. Not tonight."
"Oh, yeah, Mom! Please?" He was begging her. "I'm so fucking hot that I know that just one shot up your twat won't do me up at all."
"Oh, alright," she said, "but you better make it fast." She stood up on her hands and knees and lowered her butt to what she knew was the perfect angle for Charley, her loving and dutiful son, to fill her shit tube. "There you go," she said, "now get in there and ream it all out."
Charley used the palm of his hand like a brace. He lifted his meat up to the target area. He rubbed the bottom side of his cock in the top of the narrow trough 'that made up his mother's ass crease. "Oh, shit," she sighed, "maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all." She rolled her butt from one side to the other and stimulated her son's prick as best she could. Soon she reached back with both hands and pulled her butt open: "Go on, Charley, stuff that prick in there. You can do it now. Feel. It's greasy as a hog in slop." She tested her ass-hole with her own finger. "Yeah," she said, "good and hot, too."
He pushed his mushroom headed meat down the first quarter of the bunghole. He gave her just about everything that would fit in that first stroke.
"Oh, my fucking Lord!" she wailed. "I don't believe how big that prick of yours is, honey." He pulled back to give her room to breathe. "How's that, Mom?" he asked. "Better," she replied, rolling her hips and expecting him to shoot off instantly, "much, much better."
But Charley had no intention of filling his mother's ass-hole with come. He wanted to save that hot semen juice for her cunt tube. That, he figured, was where his jism belonged. So he yanked his dick out of Vera's hot butt and waited for her to turn over and give him her pussy.
"OK, " she said, moaning with delight. "Now comes the fun, eh?" She tossed onto her back. "Where's that meat I love so much?" Even in the dark her eyes twinkled with anticipation. She loved hot cock, and the dick of her son more than qualified. In fact, his was somehow very special, not just because he was her boy, but because she knew him so well. She didn't know how, to put it into words, but she gave him a different kind of fuck, a different kind of blow job and ream because it was her son's joint, and that's what she loved about the incest liaison with Charley. "Come on," she moaned, "Let me have that pogo stick rod of yours, Charley. I'm gonna suck you into perfection, hun, and then we'll do some hot-to-trot balling!"
He rolled up close to his mother's face. She lay on her side, with her head on her arm, so it was important that he have just the right angle. When he was comfortable and ready, he handed her his flesh spike. "Mmmmm," she hummed, taking it immediately down her throat, "that's exactly right, babe. Just the hot pecker I been looking for." She hummed and licked his dick. The hot prick began to vibrate, so strong was her licking and humming technique. "You love it," she said, taking a much deserved breather. "You love your mother to suck on it, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah," he groaned passionately. "It's the best when you do it, Mom. No one else can make me so hard." Actually, he wasn't quite sure if that was true. After all, Tina, his sister, had the ability to make him instantly erect, and, if he let her, she could make him come in a matter of seconds. He thought he knew what it was about his sister's mouth, too: her sweet thick sensuous lips and long narrow wet tongue.
His mother knew how to make him especially hard, but she took her time doing it. She rocked her face from one side to the other, or she used her tongue and rubbed it against the sides of the shaft, against the head, or into the hot nut nest. She had the ability to last a lot longer than Tina. She could go forever on a powerhouse sword. Maybe, thought Charley, that was something that all pretty housewives could do. But he suspected that this mother had special talents in this direction.
"OK, " she said, removing his dick from her face, "you're so wet and slimy that I doubt you'll be able to keep that meat inside me." He didn't quite understand his mother's joke, but he did get the idea: that it was time to penetrate her hot honey pot. First, however, he rolled over on top of her. His dick rubbed along her cheek. He left a patch of snail-like goo on her face. From there he rubbed down to her neck. He made plenty of headway in the folds of soft skin that led into her silky sandy blonde hair. So he rubbed his hot meat against that part of his mother's body for a while.
Then, not even thinking about it, he slid down into her armpit. His penis just seemed to land there. When he realized where he was, he grabbed his mother's smooth arm and pulled it down, like the handle on a water pump, and pressed the pit closed on his slimy rod. "Nice, Mom," he said, admiring his own work. "Very, very nice." Then he lifted the smooth arm and took his prick to her titties. He pressed his balls and his cock shaft on one or the other breast. The soft feel of his mother's familiar titties stimulated him to new passionate highs. His heart began to thud against his chest.
"Oh, yes, Charley," said Vera. "You have to stick me with that branding iron of yours.
Put it in for me. Get it pumping and jamming inside my twat, babe. Please!"
"OK, Mom," said Charley, "right away." He went sliding down to her soft open bush. His mother helped by spreading her long slender legs. "Stuff me up good, Charley. You know how to do it, son. Go on and put your mother into ecstasy, honey. It's time!" She worked her legs in a waterless frog kick. "Where is it?" she complained. "Why haven't you put it in yet?"
He took his hot powerhouse meat in his hand and approached her sweet warm tube with the head leading the way. The spear would go easily and quickly all the way in, of this he was sure. But he wanted to go slowly, to ease his meat down the corridor of love. He wanted to feel every inch of that lovely tunnel, and he wanted his mother's squeezing muscles to do the fine work that he knew they were capable of. The milking of his meat was what he was looking for.
So he approached slowly, cautiously, and soon he had his fat mushroom head soaking in the entrance to her juicy twat chamber. "Yes, yes, yes," she told him, "that's exactly right. I see now. You want to go slow. Well, that's good, son. Go slow. Put your meat in at just the right pace for us to feel ourselves, slipping and sliding together. Go on and . . She babbled on as his thick flesh stick rode down into her.
"Mom," he moaned in the agony of pure pleasure, "this is so wonderful, I just want you to know how much I love to fuck you."
"Oh, yes, son, I know, I know." She rocked her hips forward and scooped all of his cock into her pussy tube. "There," she sighed, "that's the kind of meat I really like, honey. That long tube of flesh inside me. Mmmmmm."
Her sliding insides slipped this way and that across his hot poker. She gave him all the juice and all the loving squeeze she could. Her fine smooth muscles contracted on his pole, milked and tugged his pecker all the way into her vaginal reservoir.
"Oh, boy," gasped Charley, "your big back there, Mom. It's really nice. I like that."
"Big?" she said. "What do you mean big?"
"It's nice," he said. "I like to slip and slide inside you."
"And you think it's big," she persisted. She rolled her hips sideways. Charley had to go with her. His lean body followed her over. "Now," she said, "it'll be tighter."
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he said. "I just meant that there was plenty of nice soft insides for the head of my cock to rub up against."
"Oh," she said, "I must have misunderstood." She rolled back to the original belly up position. Charley gave his mother all of his steely rod. He no longer cared to go slow, only to come off inside her, to experience orgasm. Naturally, however, he wants to be sure that she too was satisfied. And that, it seemed suddenly, was going to take some doing.
But he pounded away, just like he said he would. He wanted to give it the old high school try. He wanted to make his mother come with his own fleshy rod. "Mom," he said, "how long before you flood me out?"
"Oh, babe," she moaned, rolling her body from side to side, "you go ahead and jack yourself off. It's OK with me. I'll get a good orgasm from you on the second time around, eh?" She squeezed his heavy duty muscle, trying to get him to jerk off in her cunt. "Come on," she said, "just the feel of hot jism might get me coming. You never know."
"Yeah," said Charley to his mother, "but if that doesn't work, then we'll be up a creek. Who knows, I'm pretty tired and all and I might not be able to get it on again."
"I'm not worried," she said. "Just go ahead and shoot off." She pushed and pulled with her twat, trying to rub her son's hot meat into ecstasy. Her contracting pussy muscles tugged on the head of his dick. "How's that, honey?" she asked.
"Good," he said, a faint hint of exhaustion in his voice. "I think I'm gonna give you the sperm you're looking for, Maw. But I don't know if you want it right now or in a couple of strokes."
"What the hell's the difference?" she moaned, her back arching to give him a flesh platform for the final bounce. "You just shoot off whenever it's right, honey."
"Maybe you want it in your face?" he asked her. "Or on your leg or something?"
"No, babe," she said firmly. "I want it in my cunt. Hot and heavy in my pussy. That's the way I like it."
"You asked for it," he said. He jammed hard, pumped her pussy with the thickest portion of his meat. He gave her everything he had to give, and then some. He could feel her clitoris snag on his cock head. It was like a little button that every time he passed it by with his penis there would be a fresh squirt of hot liquid fuel dumped into the furnace of her pelvis. He loved the little hair trigger mechanism, and he especially loved to get it throbbing in rhythm with his penetrating meaty prong. "Oh, nice," he gasped, as each new squirt of hot ooze flowed down over his penis. "Hey, you're coming!"
"Yeah," she said, "what do you think!"
He let his hot come go flying. The wad after wad effect on his spurting organ gave his mother a lasting thrill. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned. She could feel his bone ripple inside her pussy. The hot flashing jism, the muscular contractions of his dick, and most of all his sweating flesh rubbing against her-all of this gave her the kind of hot lusty sex that she longed to have always. "Never leave me, Charley," she begged him. "Never go away unless you promise always to fuck me when you come back." She was delirious with orgasm, and she had little or no idea what she was saying. "Charley, Charley, Charley," she groaned at her son, "my special lover boy. Mmmmm."
He pulled his spent flesh out of her cunt. "Look at that, Mom," he said. "My dick's as red as cooked beet."
"Yes," she said. "You did a fine job, Charley. You really got me hot and bothered, honey." She couldn't pay attention to him. She was still breathless and inarticulate from the fucking. She rolled over on her side and breathed heavily for a while.
Charley thought to himself: well, well, what a nice fuck Mother is, just so long as I don't let her get all carried away. Then he patted her on the shoulder. She turned around and smiled. "Yes, darling?"
"Oh, never mind," he said, looking at her cow eyes. She was already getting hard to handle. She'd be no good to him if she fell romatically in love with him. He needed her pussy, and he loved her, but like a mother, not for someone who wanted to fall head over heels in love. If he tried to tell her this, of course, he'd be in a lot of trouble indeed. So he rolled over to his side of the king-sized bed that his father used to sleep in, and he drifted off to sleep. He only hoped, as just before he fell into unconsciousness he was thinking she might, that his mother would let him use her twat and not get too terribly heart-broken if he should fall in love with some other woman.