Chapter 1
Sarah Snell, formerly Sarah Wilkers, jolted up in bed. For a moment she did not know where she was. The alarm had awakened her from a frightening but exciting dream. She imagined somehow that the alarm was a signal in the dream to everyone that she doing something terribly wrong but irresistibly titillating.
Sarah leaned over and shut off the alarm. It was six in the morning. As always, her recurrent dream slipped away, Sarah remembered only one image. She was sitting in the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and sponging herself clean of the glistening perspiration coating her body. She looked through the partially opened door to the bed. A strong young boy lay there. His powerful legs and chest and loins were completely exposed to her admiring view. Just the sight of his sweat-slicked body made her quiver. Her gaze soon meandered to the adolescent's manhood.
Sara pictured herself smiling with pride and uncommon delight at the memory of the pleasure his penis had just given her. Reluctantly she began to wipe away the creamy drippings from around the mouth of her vagina. Sarah could not get over how large his cock was even in its present mood of deflation. There it lay-soft, floppy, glistening from being so deeply embedded within her just moments before. Sarah saw the long shaft of it lying up along his belly like a serpent and at the very tip end there was one last drop of his cum oozing out.
Sarah could remember his fine young Adonis-like figure from her dreams. She could see his manful penis and his huge testicles. But she never could see his face. The door was never opened far enough. He was a young boy, full of muscles and hot thick cum to hump into her, but Sarah could never see who he was. Indeed, she forced herself not to see who it really was.
By the time Sarah had quit trying to remember her dream and wake up, she realized how excited she was. When she drew one leg up, she felt that warm, swampy feeling between her legs and even this brief movement triggered her clitoris into excitation. Right now she would even have settled for her husband Owen, but as usual Owen was gone on one of his frequent weekend golf dates. Instead she lay back and spread her legs out luxuriously, shamelessly.
"I won't be late to the office," she rationalized.
Sarah had been making a habit of this after her dream. Owen never satisfied her anymore. In fact, he liked to hurt her instead. Owen was turning out to be a bastard, but Sarah didn't want her second marriage to break up, too. Her two teenagers, Lisa and Matthew, by her first husband were her prime concern and another divorce would wreak more havoc upon them. Sarah believed in the family as a unit. Even if it was strained and unsatisfactory, her marriage to Owen was better for the kids than no father at all. At least, Sarah thought so for now.
Sarah's hand slipped down to her pussy and deftly parted her cuntlips. After her dreams just the tip of her index finger nestling against her clit was enough to make her cum with cumlust.
It was a bright sunny morning and the sun lit up the white drapes. The room was cozy and Sarah's entire body came alive as her fingers flicked and reamed her clit.
Sarah knew Matthew and Lisa were up and around in the other parts of the house, but Sarah could not stop herself. It was not the first time either.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned lowly.
Her head tossed back and forth and her legs just seemed to rise up and spread-eagle by themselves. Sarah wanted now more than ever before the long thick cock of a man. Most any man's would have done. The one she really wanted was the mammoth one protruding from the balls of her lover in her dream.
For a long time, Sarah's imagination had been her sweetest, most comely lover. She concentrated on his dick and made it grow. She felt his strong, masterful but faceless body weighing down between her legs and the tip of his penis, now unbelievably ready, sliding, sliding, sliding farther and farther into her.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, oooooooohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me good!!" she whispered to him.
Her cries were such that it was just luck the kids did not hear her and come to investigate even though they were both quite respectful of her bedroom privacy.
Suddenly one of her imagined lover's thrusts was so real and strong and his coming so liquid and hot within her that Sarah blinked open her eyes. She could not believe he was not really there. He had just begun pouring out his sperm deep within her. Or so she had imagined. Then the overwhelming thought of him even with her eyes opened made her swoon back into the pillow and spread her legs.
Sarah's heels dug into the mattress and her back arched. Her mouth gaped open and the passion screaming through her cunt came out in aching silence.
As the bridge of muscles began to sink back into the bed, Sarah left her three long delicate fingers inside her pussy. She liked to let them slip out naturally as her dream lover's cock would have done.
In five minutes Sarah would be up and bustling about in her usual morning routine. These morning orgasms always perked her up even though for a few minutes it felt like she would never be able to get out of the bed, much less get the kids breakfast and herself to work.
When she got to the kitchen, Sarah found sixteen-year-old Lisa preparing breakfast for all three of them while Matthew sat at the table reviewing his ninth grade civics book.
"Good morning, Mom," said Lisa. "I was just about to come get you up, sleepyhead."
"Hi, Mom," said Matt distractedly.
"Good morning, Matthew, Lisa. Thanks for fixing breakfast, Lisa. I really needed that extra forty winks this morning."
Sarah thought to herself it would be no surprise to her if Lisa knew exactly what she had been doing all these mornings recently. Lisa was physically and mentally quite precocious.
The three of them sat silently eating, reading, going over in their minds what they would be doing that day. Since Sarah's first divorce, this was their morning ritual. Owen was never there, never had been really, so this was their time for silent unity. They rarely even spoke to one another. They were simply together.
Sarah thought about her children. Lisa was a woman already and eager for life's adventures, which meant sex. She was already taller than her mother. Her breasts, thought Sarah, are as big and full as mine and they bounce about just like mine did when I was her age. Her hips were even wider and her legs and thighs longer than mine.
Lisa's long curly brown hair hung down to the middle of her back. Sarah was letting her wear her first bikini this summer when they all went together to the beach. Lisa caught every man's eyes and leers. It worried Sarah but she knew opposing nature would only cause more trouble. It would be better to encourage and guide her daughter into sex rather than make her think it was wrong.
Then there was her boy Matthew. Up until Sarah's divorce, Matthew had been much more outgoing. But now he was so quiet and serious it worried Sarah. He had turned inward. Matthew was still affectionate with his mother and sister all right and he was even polite to Owen, but Sarah knew that inside Matthew was in tumult. She did not really know what to do.
As Sarah sat thinking and sipping her coffee, she looked at Matthew who still poured over his civis text preparing for a test. The last time she'd seen him on the scale he weighed one hundred and seventy-five pounds. Her son's chest and arms were thoroughly muscled as were his thighs and calves. He had a tight narrow little ass. Matthew had the look of a real he-man.
Matthew had always been big and strong for his age, but now other changes were taking place. On their last beach outing together Sarah saw how thick Matthew's brownish-blonde body hair was becoming. It covered his legs and chest. What else it covered Sarah had only imagined for several months now.
Thinking about Matthew and his developing body naturally brought Sarah to thinking about Matthew's penis and balls. Sarah always wondered why mothers never mentioned these when they were bragging or exclaiming about how well their sons were growing. After all, mothers certainly did notice this about their sons. They just did not think it proper to mention such things, she supposed. Sarah knew Matthew was going to have a very large set of balls and a fine upstanding specimen of a prick. She had seen that long before she had quit showering with him a few years back. His boyish penis had seemed outsized and extremely large for his body. And these days all his pants bulged and cupped around his pubic area just as they did around his powerful thighs. Matthew was embarrassed about it, but even more embarrassed to mention it to his mother. Sarah couldn't do anything about it anyway. She could alter his pantlegs, but not the crotch on a new pair of pants.
Sarah smiled into her cup of coffee. It was amusing really. She had seen Lisa eyeing her brother's straining swimming trunks a few weeks ago at the beach and several times since. Lisa was probably wondering if that was what was in store for her from men. Sarah was staring at Matthew a lot lately, too, wishing she could be so lucky.
Sarah looked at the kitchen clock. It was late.
"All right, you two. Up, up and away in your beautiful balloons to school," she chirped.
Suddenly Sarah noticed that her cunt was wet all over again and that warm squishiness was beginning to smear down over the inside of her thighs. She glanced several times at her son's bulging crotch.
Quickly Sarah made the kids finish their breakfast. She got their books and lunch money to the door just as Lisa flew out. Sarah was barely able to exchange kisses on the cheek with her. Matthew always stopped and kissed her more fully on the lips. He stopped this time at the door and Sarah looked up at him earnestly.
"Matthew," she said with concern, "you worry too much about your studies. Don't worry. You'll get an A honey. You were studying all evening last night."
"Thanks, Mom," he said, smiling gratefully down to her as she slipped the lunch money into his front levi pocket and kept her hand there.
"I tell you what, Matthew," Sarah said to him in a low secretive voice as her other arm went around his trim waist hugging him playfully, "if you get a B or better on the exam, you and I will go out to the movies one evening by ourselves. Okay?"
"Really, Mom?! That would be super!"
"Sure. Why not? We owe it to ourselves," Sarah said, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss her son on the lips a little longer than she should have.
"Mom," said Matthew seriously, "I'm glad you worry about me. It's a good feeling to know somebody is concerned. And you always are about me. That's why I try to behave myself, which is a lot more than I can say for all my buddies at school. You wouldn't believe the hassles they give their parents all the time."
"Oh, yes, I would, Matthew," Sarah said, stepping even closer to him.
"You're great, Mom. I want the three of us to be together always. We're a family and we've got to stick together. That's truly how I feel, Mom. I feel like the man of the family for you and Lisa even though you are married again, Mom."
For a moment Sarah looked deeply into Matthew's eyes. He returned the gaze, almost tearfully.
"Mom, I love you."
"Matthew, I love you, too. So much!"
Sarah began to kiss her son Matthew as she never had before. First she kissed him on each cheek. Then her lips brushed over his face again and again and Sarah saw her son's eyes close blissfully.
Oh, how I want to kiss him like a real woman would a real man, not a mother kissing her son, Sarah thought.
Slowly Sarah's motherly but lush lips pressed softly against her son Matthew's. Sarah hugged him closer and Matthew put one arm around his mother's waist. Sarah's thin old robe and Matthew's white shirt and T-shirt could not eliminate the feel of Sarah's large, well-nippled breasts mashing into her son's suddenly tensed chest muscles.
Sarah told herself she did not want her pussy to wet the inside of her legs again, but it did anyway. As she stood on her tiptoes and the cloth belt of her old robe loosened from age and her own carelessness, her own pubic area was pressed just below her son's crotch. His height was just right-or just wrong. As Sarah kissed and brushed her son's lips with hers, she felt Matthew's prick growing into his pantleg and pressing deliciously between her thighs even through the tight denim material.
Such size and thickness! And his balls! she thought to herself, almost swooning with incestuous passion.
Sarah wanted to roll her hips ever so slightly to excite him, taunt him into an even bigger erection, but she stood still, fighting herself. Instead she brought her hands up around Matthew's neck and pressed her fine motherly bosom into her son's chest and kissed him more deeply, this time stopping just short of Frenching him.
Matthew responded by hugging her closer which drove his bulging erection deeper between her thighs and suddenly up against her swollen clit, for her robe had fallen open now.
Sarah shuddered. She had shocked herself with her sudden desire to fuck her virgin son. She broke off her kiss and stepped back. Sarah and Matthew just looked at one another in disbelief. At first Sarah did not even close up her robe even though Matthew could see her pussy hair, the tiny pink slit buried within it and all of one of her breasts where her robe had fallen open.
Quickly Sarah covered herself, saying, "Oh, Matthew, I'm sorry. This old thing just won't stay on me anymore."
Sarah then gave Matthew a quick kiss on the cheek as she usually did, hoping it would set things right. But deep inside herself Sarah knew it would never be the same again. She knew that few brief moments had brought them so close that they were now something more than mother and son. Sarah didn't know or wouldn't admit what more, but in time, less time than she could imagine, she would find out.
By rushing through breakfast, Sarah had been able to catch up to her normal morning routine. Now she would be able to take a leisurely bath. She considered going in a little early, however, because of Owen. Sarah and the kids never knew when Owen would be coming home. But Sarah knew that if his golf game was off he'd quit early and come home with one thing on his mind. When Owen had a good round he'd also come home with one thing on his mind. Either way, it was the same thing. Sarah figured this morning that the new clubs he'd spent most of her last paycheck on would improve his game enough to keep him out all morning. She could afford a good hot soak.
Once in the bath with the steam fogging up the windows and the bubble bath sudsing over her nudity, Sarah drifted into reveries of her dream cocksman again. Just thinking of him made Sarah's hand roam down to her cuntlips and separate them delicately. With one hand she held them open and with the other she began stroking her flushed clit. Her eyes closed and her knees drew up out of the water and spread out to the very sides of the tub. Sarah slipped two fingers into her quim.
In a few short moments Sarah came. Her dream stud made her pussy run and vibrate shamelessly. Sarah writhed about in the warm water so much it splashed over the sides. Sarah put another finger inside her cunt and shoved all three of them in and out fast and hard like his cock did.
"OH, OOOHHH, OOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH, YESSS, BABY, FUCK ME, BABY!!! FUCK MOMMA GOOD, LOVER!!!"
Sarah's body stiffened her back arching. She imagined thick wads of thick cum drenching her twat.
Sarah slumped back into the cooling bath water, satisfied for the moment. She knew she would soon be yearning for the real thing.
The water was chilling now, so Sarah slid down toward the faucet on her fanny and started the water running hot again. The first rush of the falling water cascaded into the tub only inches from her pussy before she could move back. It instantly tickled her vagina lips and made Sarah giggle aloud. Sarah then slid a little closer in and rolled further back on her trim hips and spread her legs apart. She then adjusted the rubber stopper so that the water level would not change. Now Sarah leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes. She let herself slide all the way down the gradual incline of the tub to the faucet end. First Sarah felt the outer sprays pattering her pussy and then the hot waterfall shocked her clit into ecstasy. The rushing water tore open her cuntlips and gushed against her clit and the pink pussy lining. Sarah's head rolled back and forth from the torture of her building come. Actually she was feeling countless comes exploding like tiny firecrackers in her womb.
Sarah was so come-crazy she didn't .heed the cool draft hardening the big brown nipples of her breasts pointing up out of the white foamy suds. But Sarah came again anyway, wetter than ever.
When she opened her eyes at last, Owen was standing beside the tub in his robe, leering down at her.
Sarah jerked backwards into a sitting position. She was so ashamed now she wanted to cover herself in front of her own husband.
"I didn't hear you come in, Owen. How come you're so early?"
"Never mind when I come and go around here, Sarah my sweet little bitch. That's my business."
"Did you want to use the tub, Owen?" Sarah said, trying to ignore his abuse.
"Looks to me like you were beating yourself off under the faucet. The little slut doesn't get enough, it seems.
"Don't talk like that to me, Owen. I'm your wife."
"But you're also a bitch, Sarah. Or else you wouldn't be doing what you were doing."
Sarah got up and reached for a towel. Owen grabbed her arm and yanked her out over the side of the tub.
"Come with me, bitch. Forget drying off."
"But I'll be late for work, Owen!"
"Stay late tonight, slut. Now if you're going to be a bitch you might as well satisfy me while you're at it."
"No! Owen, don't do this to me again. You can't make me go to bed with you. You can't!"
Owen slapped her. Then he led her into the adjoining bedroom where he shoved her onto the bed. Quickly Owen took off his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was naked. Sarah knew now he had been watching and listening to her all the while she was in the tub.
Owen reached down and grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair. He yanked up and made her sit on the side of the bed as he stood in front of her, penis hanging right in front of her face.
"Now, let's see you give me some head, you bitch!"
"Okay, Owen," Sarah pleaded, "but you don't have to be mean to me, honey."
"Shut up and start eating, whore!" Sarah knew her techniques well and soon her velvety tongue had Owen erect. Owen's cock was by now repulsive to Sarah, short, thick and blunt. Her dream lover's erections were beautiful and powerful. But not Owen's. It was just an ugly weapon for him to abuse her with.
"Get on your back, slut. I'm going to cram my cock up that tight little twat of yours and ream you out, you dirty whore!"
Owen put one hand behind each of Sarah's knees and doubled them over as he slid up to her open cunthole.
"Owwww!!" Sarah winced as Owen rammed his cock in up to the hilt.
At first Sarah felt only pain. Her cunt felt invaded and she tried to expel it. This only turned Owen on more and made him buck into her harder. All of his weight was held up by his hands behind her knees and it was crushing her. Sarah could hardly breathe.
Now Sarah felt the inside of her pussy being expanded by Owen's prick. She was becoming the bitch he wanted and it was making his prick thicker and longer inside her.
"Oh, yes, little Sarah! Feel how big you make me, you sweet cunt!" Owen spat out at her.
Owen was right, too. Sarah's love juices were exuding heavily now and making his thrusts reach farther into her wet pussy. Each time Owen rammed it in her, her clit was scraped deliciously and Sarah began to crave it.
"Owen, you treat me so bad! Damn you! Oh, yes, honey, I need a good, good, good sweet cock cramming! OHHHHHHH, YESSSSS...." she blurted as Owen obliged her once again, "....that's it, lover, fuck your little bitch!
FUCK ME! FUCK MMMMEEEEEE!!!"
Owen let loose of Sarah's legs and she instantly wrapped them around his back and began scraping his shoulder blades with her long fingernails. Sarah forgot that she hated Owen for making her into the slut he wanted and hoped just this once he wouldn't pull his favorite little trick on her.
Sarah arched her back and rolled her head helplessly from side to side and sawed away on his cock in unison to his deep thrusts.
"YES, BABY, SCREW THE HELL OF YOUR LITTLE BITCH!! FUCK ME!! DO ME!!, LOVERMAN!! FUCK ME, YOU BIG DICKED SON OF A BITCH!!"
Owen chuckled deep in his throat. Once again he had brought Sarah to his level where she belonged.
"You want all my cum inside that cunt, don't you?
"Oh, yes, sweet lover! YESSS!!" she said breathlessly.
"And you don't want your Daddy to do like he likes to do so much, do you, little Sarah?"
"Oh, no, honey! NO! NO! I'll make it good to you this way, lover! Here, let me show you, baby!" she said as she began rolling her hips lusciously, making his dick churn thrillingly through the creaminess of her quim.
"Oh, yes, that's very nice, my little bitch. You are my little bitch, aren't you, Sarah?"
"YES, OWEN!! YES! YES!!"
"Tell me then, you slut!"
"I'm your bitch, your whore, your slut, Owen! Anything you want! Now just let me make you come inside me, lover! PLEASE LET ME, LOVER DADDY!!" Sarah begged as her legs tightened around him.
Owen laughed at her and in one sudden movement broke her leg-lock.
"OH, PLEASE DON'T, OWEN!! OWEN!!" Sarah whined, trying to keep him in her clasp.
Owen was too strong for her and quickly had her by the ankles. Sarah reached up with her hands but Owen hit them away and then slapped her face viciously.
Sarah looked down to where Owen was giving her one last cunt-pleasing stroke. She saw his inflated, throbbing penis emerge from her cunt. Owen then clumsily straddled her cushiony bosom, his leg hairs rasping against her nipples. His lust-reddened cock pointed toward her face. Sarah tried pushing his away, but Owen grabbed her wrists and held them down to the mattress. Now right over her, Owen's peter was like a hose poised to erupt with hot, vile cum all over her face.
"OWEN!! NO, OWEN!!"
"BITCH!!"
"Owen, let me drink it down, baby. Here, I'll...." Sarah said quickly, straining up arid barely flicking his cockhead with her tongue tip.
"OH, YES, YOU TEASING LITTLE WHORE!! OOOOHHHH, YEEEESSSSSSSS!!! SWEET BITCH!! UUNNNHHH! UNNHH!!" Owen grunted as his eyes closed and he came.
His prick jerked once and the first shooting of cum burst out and splashed against Sarah's quivering chin. Another cum wad shot out and landed on her cheek and drooled.
Now Owen slid up farther and held his cock right over Sarah's lips and nose. Low sighs mingled with his grunts as he kept spurting out his cum.
Cumwad after cumwad shot out of Owen's prickhead. Thinner and thinner streaks of it dripped and drooled and dangled all over Sarah's chin and cheeks and lips and nose. Owen's eyes remained closed and a blissful smile spread across his face.
"NO, HONEY! AAHHHGGGG!!! AAAGGG!! DON'T! AHG! AHHGGM OWEN, PLEEASSSSSPPPPPGGG!!! SSSSSPPPPPTTTT!!!" Sarah sputtered as her nostrils clogged and began running.
Owen kept smiling as he came on Sarah's face.