Chapter 10
"Gosh," Squiffer breathed, "you weren't kidding."
"I told you so," Martin answered.
He stood in the doorway with his two young friends, Melvin and Squiffer. Both of them were good ballplayers, but Squiffer excelled at third base, having an unerring arm that was a straight line throw to first. Melvin, not quite so fast, usually played left field. And like most fifteen-year-olds, both were preoccupied with sex and ready to forget baseball in a hurry if there was ever a chance of getting any of it.
Martin had called them on an impulse. Partly he had been concerned about his mother and couldn't believe it when it appeared that she was losing her mind. When their dog Rex had lowered his head and begun delivering long, swiping licks with that enormous tongue to his mother's raggy wet gash, and then lapping her mercilessly, it had totally blown his mind to see her respond like a whimpering, mewling animal. He would have expected that kind of performance from a bitch in heat-another dog-or perhaps from one of those girls around Evanston Township High School who had big tits and reputations for letting almost everybody "cop a feel," but certainly not of his own mother. His very own mother ... who wore plain, flowery aprons and knew how to cook a southern fried chicken that was out of this world. He really couldn't believe the change that had come over her. She was, after all, rather ancient. Forty years was pretty old. Or was it possible that he just hadn't known his mother as well as he thought he had? He had seen her through the years as wise and all-knowing, and very religious and conservative. It was she who surmounted their dad's protests and forced them all to go to Sunday school without fail at the church on Wilmette Avenue. It was Mom who always baked something nice for the church socials, and had her finger in every pie. Dad wasn't really much interested in religion. Mother, again, who had always seen to it that they all knew their Bible lessons without fail. It was she who had coached him so diligently for confirmation, and so on. She was probably the next best thing to a Jesus Freak that North Evanston had ever seen.
And yet she had fallen, like a fallen angel in one of those Bible stories. And now she was little better than a whimpering dummy.
Not that it wasn't heavenly when she had sucked off his cock. The joy and pain of it had been positively and deliriously excruciating.
Of course, he had been thinking of her a great deal, so he had been more than ready to blow off, given the slightest encouragement. He couldn't count how many times he had jagged off in the shower thinking of screwing his mother and sucking on her melonous tits.
Yet it seemed so strange. She had always been the puritan in the family, warning them not to show their bodies to each other, and so on. He couldn't remember when he had ever seen his own father naked. And with Pamela it was the same way.
Pamela. She had tits too. Martin gulped.
The three boys were still standing there staring as Rex attempting to work his mother into position for a rear-end fuck. The dog's long pink specimen was sticking out a mile, and Martin could make out the straggling black hairs between her asscheeks, even though her brown puckered anus was still concealed. She sobbed away, virtually mindless and nonhuman, her long black hair hanging down around her face, over her shoulders and over the Miami Orange carpeting. Martin felt as if he were choking. He couldn't remember when he had seen anything more ghastly in his entire life.
So he had been dreaming of her and casting sidelong glances at her for as far back as he could remember. Then when he had started masturbating, about four years before at age eleven, she had really taken a powerful firm hold in his pubescent thoughts. Even though he did think sometimes of other girls, it was his mother who had occupied the vast majority of his thoughts. He had frequently gotten a hardon just standing near her. The touch-however feathery-of her hand on his neck was enough to start his penis oozing into his jockey briefs, and not a few nights he had gone to sleep with "passion nuts" on account of her.
But today it had all been different.
Today had seen the completion of all his dreams.
After his mother's voluptuous body had made him so nervous that he could barely stand it, he had retired first to the shower, and then to the bedroom. Then the chills had come on, something due probably to the sudden change in the weather and him being so waterlogged, no doubt.
Anyway, so he had called to her. And then, to his surprise ... she had climbed in with him naked and started playing with his cock! No doubt she had just tried to help him get well, but somewhere along the line everything had changed-he wasn't quite sure where-and both of them had lost all control and committed what was probably the most obscene act anyone could think of.
He still blushed at the thought of it. He hadn't told Squiffer and Melvin everything, as he had been too ashamed. He had merely called them on impulse because he had thought his mother was going out of her mind and he needed advice desperately.
But now he could see that Squiffer and Melvin weren't going to be much help. He almost regretted phoning them, although they were his friends. He looked down at their crotch and confirmed his expectation that they both had hardons from looking at his naked, lust-crazed mother being doghandled by Rex.
"We can't let that dog do that," Squiffer panted, his hand on the huge youthful bulge in his trousers.
"Well, what do you suggest?" asked Melvin in his academic, superior way-but with his hand also gently fondling the pointy bulge in his blue jeans.
"Go on, get away!" Squiffer yelled at Rex suddenly, running at the dog. Rex yelped and darted backward, falling in a lump by one corner of the big four-poster bed and licking at his raging red animal penis with his lengthy thick tongue.
Melvin looked at Martin. "We've got to help your mother, Marty. What do you think?"
Martin shrugged. He was truly baffled. He couldn't let his mother go oh like this, and somehow they had to cut out Rex. But somehow he didn't relish having her banged by the whole neighborhood either. And stories about this adventure would rage like wildfire.
Although maybe it was too late to worry about that anyway. And anyway, there might be a whole new Mom waiting in the wings to deal adequately with the changed situation.
Altoghether then, one could say-charitably-that Martin was hopelessly confused. He didn't really know what to do for sure.
His mother was still on all fours on the floor, her huge tits dragging down over the carpet. She was panting with lust and her long black hair trailed out everywhere, all over her back and shoulders. She was still mewling and whimpering like some sort of puppet on a lengthy sexual string. Martin didn't know what to make of her. His own penis was becoming hard now, too, and he could feel his desire rising. He wanted to make use of his mother further every bit as much as the other two boys did.
And what was to prevent them? Nothing!
"Christ, she has an ass," Squiffer said adoringly. He was a small boy and, looking at Martin first to ascertain whether or not he could expect any trouble from that quarter, he suddenly knelt down and ran his hands all over Mrs. Davis' quivering exposed white buttocks, as if he were selecting a steak at a butchery.
The middle-aged matron moaned long and low, her sex-dissolved buttocks squirming backward onto his nice young hands.
"Well, Martin, what do you say?" Melvin asked again, grappling with the fierce large bulge that was trying to cut a hole in his jeans. Suddenly he reached over and grabbed Martin's erection. The platinum blonde high school swimming champion winced, his breath coming very fast, but he couldn't bring himself to push Melvin's hand away either.
"How about it, Marty? Looks like you've got a terrific hardon for your old lady, too."
"She's my mother," Martin said lamely and sullenly, knowing immediately as the words left his mouth that they sounded phony as the dickens. After all, his erection was proof enough that her being his mother didn't matter all that much, either, not to him. If the boys had found him "out, then further pretense would certainly be silly. And anyway, as he looked at his mother's juicy white ass, he realized that he wanted to join them in whatever disgusting debauchery they had in mind for his poor helpless, sex-drugged, lust-crazed mother.
"Let's get her up on the bed," Squiffer suggested eagerly, his hot young hands passing evanescently along her smooth soft flanks.
By now Melvin was unzipping his jeans and trying to step out of them. When he couldn't get them over his shoes, he sat down on the bed and took them off. Then he slipped off his underwear. His bulbous knob was the first thing to come into view, and then there was the rest of it, an exceptionally long and hard member rising from its cushiony base of springy brown pubic hair.
Squiffer was also taking off his clothes, his tongue lolling with eagerness, the red shock of his hair constantly falling over his forehead. He was shorter than Melvin and Martin, but he was also much more slender. Despite his slight build, however, his cock was the envy of both of them-enormous and dangerous-looking, slightly tapered from its pointy, uncircumcised head and then thickening as it went backward until it flared into an unusually wide base. Squiffer pulled the outer skin back lasciviously and laughed as he saw the other two boys looking at his large and menancing cock. "Envious, huh?" he asked.
Melvin shrugged and continued undressing. Martin made a little smirk and began unbuttoning his jeans. By now Melvin had his shirt and undershirt off, revealing a massive width of chest and large dark-brown nipples, with broad square shoulders above which, were totally unlike what anyone expected from an intellectual of his accomplishments. He had won the Evanston Township Spelling Bee three years in a row before his compulsory retirement the year before, after having been caught with Miss Evelyn Williams-the biological sciences teacher-cavorting in the natural fashion, as God had made them, in the teachers' lavatory on a toilet seat. Miss Williams had gone into retirement the very same year, and had eventually joined a nunnery.
Martin had his shirt off now too, and was somwhat self-consciously going about getting the rest of his clothes off. Shoes, jeans and so on. He was somewhat confused. He didn't know whether to be properly embarrassed, or to simply go along whole hog and admit everything about himself-the most terrible everything-to his two friends.
Although by now, of course, all this pondering was quite beside the point and academic. The other two boys could see the terrific hardon he was wearing for his mother. Deception was out of the question.
They were all three of them naked now. Melvin came and grabbed Martin's cock again. "See that!" he laughed at Squiffer, "he's got the jollies for his own mother!"
Martin knocked his hand away and moved towad his mother, as Squiffer guffawed. "Let's get her up on the bed," he said, echoing Squiffer's statement of a moment earlier.
Adele was still whimpering and groggy. She wasn't sure what had become of the long lappy tongue that had provided her with such a mind-blowing orgasm. And she missed it! Now she wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. Her cunt fairly ached for either a tongue-fuck or a cock-fuck, but anything, anything.
She felt suddenly hot eager hands playing with her breasts and trying to lift her backside and move her around. A wave of joy passed through her. They were going to give her more! Martin was going to give her more!
Her flesh felt as if it were crawling with desire. An indescribable quiver of anticipation flashed through her fantastically aroused body, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs on a bonfire. She wanted to wallow lewdly in sex, she wanted to punish and debase herself now, as if making up for all the frustrating years in between when she hadn't.
Hands were grabbing and pulling impatiently at her. She sensed them only vaguely, but she was not prepared to fight them by any means. She was pulled over to the bed and pushed across it. "Now kneel," came a raspy, high-pitched command from behind her.
She obeyed dumbly, only hoping for some wonderful surprise-perhaps an extravagantly fierce sexual assault from the back-
Hands worked impatiently and sweatily over her thighs and knees, with slender young fingers occasionally taking a dip into the flowing liquid lips of Adele's steaming hot cunt. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her buttocks high in the air and her face cruelly pressed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment she had enjoyed under Rex's spinning, spitting tongue.
Meanwhile the three boys struggled somewhat haphazardly to get her into an adequate position. She could feel their slender hands on her hips and hear their overeager, nervous, anxious voices as they struggled to act in concert. She sensed at least one body suddenly kneeling behind her and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the sharp end of Squiffer's cock pressing into the dripping slit of her crotch. With a grunt Squiffer suddenly shoved cruelly forward from in back of her, burying his lengthy thick instrument deeply up her cuntal crevice and making her jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. But then her face ran head on into another waiting hard erect cock that rammed without warning into Adele's gaping mouth. Melvin was kneeling on the bed in front of her, grasping both sides of her head vise-like between his strong young hands and holding it firm.
Catching her face so open and vulnerable, Melvin sank his cock almost all the way into her throat, making Adele choke desperately until she gagged and coughed. Then he began sawing in and out of her mouth viciously, her sex-mad lips clinging like rubber to his youthful rod as the burgeoning lcngh rammed lasciviously in and out. Melvin groaned and imagined that he was actually fucking into a cunt, because Martin's mother's mouth was every bit as delicious as one. He thrust down into her throat again, his lust-incited penis disappearing through her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz on them tickling like a light airy feather on her tremulous chin. Adele struggled for breath, catching only small gasps of air on the outstroke of his massive young rod.
"Oh my!" she mumbled as she simultaneously sucked on Melvin's cock, the words fuzzing out through the edges of her lips. She had never before been assaulted in this manner, from two ends at once. And God, did it feel good! They buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, groaning and grabbing her huge pendant tits in great handfuls. They used her helpless body as if it were a bottomless receptacle into which they would pump ferociously their burning semen. Adele was scarcely able to consider the moral questions involved any longer. She was just a flaccid mass of forty-year-old matron living for one thing and one thing only. Sex. Anything else was totally beyond her consideration now.
Moreover, the mental picture of her body being fucked between two different men was fiercely exciting in its own right. The hunger in her belly continued raging out of control. She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy youthful staff that was boring so relentlessly in and out of her cock-starved pussy. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again and again so that more of the hot sticky fluid would run down her already thickly syruped thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, as she had when she had fucked her beautiful son Martin and made him shoot so much milky fluid up into her hot middle-aged cunt, which had promptly gulped it urgently as the rest of it had dripped down her quivery thighs.
So she really wanted to milk Squiffer's cock dry. It hadn't occurred to her why she was being stuffed up with two penises and where the extra one had come from. She only knew that she wanted them both ... desperately. She wanted her belly filled again, she wanted all the cum in the world to inundate her cervix and her womb and her aching, burning tummy!
She sucked voraciously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with Melvin's cruel thrusts. Sucking on Martin's wonderful young cock had really developed her taste for this sort of thing. Martin's was the first she'd ever mouthed-indeed, she had previously always regarded such behavior as terribly degraded and "perverted" and depraved. So how then could her brain explain how delicious she had found it? From the first warm-bread scent of Martin's penis and moist pubic blonde hair, her mind seemed to have tumbled into a bottomless pit, an abyss in which nothing else mattered but the chance to suck on a heavenly, clean and large young penis.
So now her mouth was exploring every last pore and tasty ridge of Melvin's delicious blue-veined penis. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled knob, the tip probing hotly into the open hole in its peak. Melvin cried out and gripped her long black hair fiercely. He could see her huge tits dragging on the bed and he wanted to fuck them too ... just stuff his hotly throbbing prick high up between their softness while she rubbed them like dough all over his organ and into his balls. So he tried to think of her tits-those wonderfully huge monsters-to the exclusion of everything else. To a fifteen-year-old boy, large breasts and middle-aged women are the most exciting combination in the world. He gritted his teeth and ecstasized through every bone in his head as she sucked and he fucked correspondingly in their horribly obscene mouth-cock connection.
Now, Adele hoped, now! Shoot it into my mouth! She wanted desperately to swallow the searing hot cum and feel its viscosity run down her throat so that her stomach was filled as much as her cunt would be shortly from the pummeling cock that was moving so swiftly between her legs and obscenely in and out of the hairy slit of her fleshy vulva. She wanted cum to race through every last molecule of her body, saturating her in great torrents of spunky joy. So she worked her cunt back wildly over Squiffer's plunging cock, and sucked hungrily, madly on the one that was eagerly stuck in her outstretched mouth.
But then suddenly there was something else-a kind of disturbance of their wonderful, beautiful unity. She heard words very far off, in a dream world somewhere that had nothing at all to do with the beautiful world of cock-from-bbth-ends that she now existed in.
"Come on," Martin was saying, "let me get into the act. He shoved Squiffer backward and the other boy's cock came out of Adele's cunt like the sound of a wet cork slipping from a champagne bottle.
"Hey!" Squiffer protested, "that's not fair. You can fuck her any time."
"Shut up." Martin smacked him in the mouth, and the smaller boy staggered off. "Get underneath," he told Squiffer. "You can fuck her cunt just as well from underneath."
Then he went around in back of his mother and parted the balls of her ass gingerly with his fingers. Down below, winking at him like a star in the night from the depths of her buttocks crevice, was the brown puckered anus. It seemed reasonable enough to Martin to use that, especially as there were three of them. He didn't want to cut Squiffer off entirely, Squiffer was his friend and he would need him in the future. They were all buddies. So this was the best solution, after all.
Martin took a great swiping handful of cunt juice from his mother's dripping pussy lips. She moaned and cried aloud, "Please, please ... put it back in. Please." The big moons of her buttocks wiggled back at him invitingly.
He would too, he thought, but not where she expected it. Suddenly, delving his fingers between the delicious white cleft moons, he slipped one of them in greasily through the tight outer elastic ring of her asshole. Adele squirmed and shook out her long black hair, moaning with pain. She tried to move forward, but Melvin caught her hair and held her in place with her mouth solidly grasped around his thrilling hot meat. Martin stuffed his finger more deeply into her hotly clasping rectal tube, moving it around thrillingly until he found the magical gland back there and tickled it madly, giving Adele the wildest sensation she had ever had in her life. Now she pressed her ass back desperately over his raping finger and Martin laughed with boyish triumph, his hardon coming up nervier than ever.
By now Squiffer was getting the idea. Still holding his outsized young prick in his hand as it dripped cum all over the carpet, he came around to Melvin's end of the bed and pushed him out of the way. "Come on. You can see what Marty's doing. Get out of the way. Let me get under her, Mel."
Melvin let his penis slide greasily out of Adele's mouth. She tried to follow after it, but Martin was holding onto her hips too strongly, and it just wasn't possible. Her head and hair hung down lankly and she began sobbing for having been deprived now of both cocks.
But Squiffer was sliding under her now, his large staff searching along her soft white belly for the dark mass of pubic hair around her cunt. He poked the soft rubbery head of his prick into her oozing labia lips and Adele cried out with mind-blowing joy. They were letting her have it in her back! Wonderful! Another scrumptuous penis to milk with her vaginal muscles!
Martin meanwhile had already enlarged his mother's anus to where he could saw two fingers ticklingly in and out of its lascivious tightness. He had swiped so much of her cunny juice onto his fingers that by now her rectal portal was very well lubricated and ready for the biggest challenge of all. He gripped his cock in one hand and slipped it between the smooth creamy cheeks of her taut ass. There was a grunt of recognition from his mother, and she realized suddenly what was happening. The cock under her had searched for and found her dripping cunt. Now it was worming its way smoothly-ecstatically-through her labia lips. Her vagina parted with joyous surrender as she felt the meaty head slowly delving upward into all her juiciness. A great whooshing sigh escaped her parted lips.
Now Martin was also inserting his hungry cock in after his sodomizing fingers. He gradually slipped them out, stretching the tight brown ring of her anus and pushing his penis forward. It contacted the snug brown neck of her rectum, then slid snugly forward. His mother groaned as her anus was invaded by his rampaging prick, slowly at first, but then more painfully snug as it attempted to invade the nether reaches of her tender virginal anus. At the age of forty it was no time for her to suddenly learn how to accommodate a male penis within the tender cherry confines of her rectal channel. At first there was a terrible, mind-splitting pain, but Martin worked gently, drawing his penis out again and then pressing its burgeoning length forward only to the point where she cried out through her puffy, cocksucking lips from the agony of it. Then he would withdraw again. Before very long this method of gentle awakening allowed him to shove two inches firmly up her backside, and finally three.
At the first, Adele was in terrible pain. The fat penis sliding up her backside felt wonderful, but at the same time she wasn't sure that she would be able to accommodate it.
Meanwhile below, her Squiffer was stuffing her cunt up and forth with his hot young penis, and now Melvin had reinserted his fat cock, which she was milking hungrily with her mouth and licking off the spots of cum as they appeared from the hole in its head.
Four inches! Martin reached around under her chest and cruelly grabbed her huge titties, grunting and forcing himself forward by pulling on them strongly. His mother winced and incoherently mumbled around the hot fifteen-year-old cock that was mercilessly fucking her oral cavity. The pain was subsiding now, and the cunny juice Martin had stuffed into her backside was lubricating somewhat better than before. She wiggled the giant cleft moons around his cock and tried to back up onto it.
"Six inches! Martin's cock almost all the way up her rectum now. She sucked hungrily on Melvin's prick as if she had never tasted anything so good ever before in her entire life. Squiffer's towering penis meanwhile was being jerked up and back by the boy's deftly moving hips. She could feel his cock sluicing in and out of her cunt and wiggling against its hot wet walls, imparting a fresh thrill with each new twist and gyration. Her vaginal walls milked it methodically, undulating around it and clasping it hotly and squirting juice all over and around it continuously. Her lubrication dripped down his pummeling cock, soaked her pussy hair and left tiny droplets all over. As it was impossible for her to move gymnastically enough to satisfy both her craving for that cock exploring her ass and the one working so earnestly around in her boiling cunt, she chose to concentrate on sucking off Melvin and letting the other two do whatever they wanted. Her long tongue wrapped around it like hot cheese over a hot dog, clinging as Melvin's tool slid enervatingly in and out. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Melvin cried above her, pressing his teenage fingers into her long black hair. "Mrs. Davis! Oh! Suck me off! Oh please! Suck my cock! Oh, you cunt! You big fat-ass cunt!"
The obscenities he sprinkled down so profusely above her were like music to her ears. She wanted to be abused. She had lived all her life in a tiny cell, carrying on as if God was on her side, lecturing others on what she so presumptuously supposed to be His wishes, yet now she wanted only to be thoroughly debased and depraved. She felt as if she was waking up from a lengthy sleep that had lasted eons. The relief and novelty involved in being at last free of her more puritannical psychological aspect was like cold water thrown on a party suffering from heat stroke. She was excited and felt wonderful and happy. There was a cock in her buttocks and one in her cunt and another in her mouth. She closed her eyes ecstatically and sucked harder, her head jerking back and forth over Melvin's love-slick cock, her ebony hair flying. She wiggled her asscheeks and attempted to move around on Squiffer's pummeling hard rod.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she heard the voice cry above her, but that was good, because through her bleary, sex-soaked brain she knew that she wanted this male to cum in her mouth and blow hot cum all the way down her voraciously sucking throat.
EIGHT INCHES! Eyes blazing with fury, hands gripping tightly onto her shoulders, Martin rammed home the remaining length of his cock and began shagging her furiously. Adele tried to groan, but Melvin was still holding her head and she couldn't stop sucking.
"Mom! Mom! Mom!" she heard in back of her. It was Martin's beautiful voice. She closed her eyes ecstatically. Her fondest wish was coming true. She had a boiling hot rod in her asshole, another quietly reaming her vagina, and a third in her hungry mouth. Now if only they would cum together!
Her wish came true!
Almost simultaneously with the rising tide of her own rapidly approaching climax, she felt the cock in her behind inflate wildly and begin spewing its white hot load deep into her tightly grasping ass. She could feel Martin's hot cum strike the sensitive sex gland in there and thought she was going to die from ecstasy. At the same time Squiffer, under her, began groaning and cruelly pulling at her melonous, resilient breasts, working his penis around in a circle about her blood-engorged pussy lips. He too began to shudder and jerk from his pelvis on outward, and then his jizz was squirting and ricocheting throughout her vaginal channel and up into her belly. It splashed everywhere and then brightly dripped from her hair-fringed cuntal lips into the matted hair around his healthy young cock. His balls pressed tightly up against her throbbing and sensitive clitoris, making her jerk convulsively forward, burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Then it too exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes that spurted without stopping deep into her throat. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, fastening her lips in a tight elastic ring around the ejaculating rod, fearful of losing even a single drop, of the precious fluid. So much was Melvin cumming that small droplets trickled down from the corners of her outstretched mouth. Behind her Martin began barking like a dog as he went through the most soul-electrifying orgasm of his entire young life, so that now she was having cum poured into her from three ends. She wanted to wallow in it, and drink it, and fill her insides with it to bursting.
Melvin collapsed, panting in front of her, his deflating penis flopping lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of cum hanging from her lips and connected like a rope bridge to the deflated cock several inches away.
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against Martin's still squirting cock in her ass, and then with a savage scream from between clenched teeth she felt her own body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. The sensation seemed to flash like a rocketship through her rectum, then through her cuntal loins, then out like lightning through her brain and ears. There was a fierce burning in her nipples as well, and for a moment she felt as if she was dying, as a million waves of pleasure washed her from shore to burning shore. And then her strength was suddenly gone with all of the love-gush that was washing down onto Squiffer's shivering loins. Her face collapsed into the bed as the lad's cock slipped limply from her passion drenched pussy, and great gushes of cooling air rushed into the vacuum breech.
Martin was still gritting his teeth and shuddering, pouring the last barrelful of cum into his mother's gorgeous white ass, but then he to took the time to relax as his body suddenly broke out in a swam pish post-sexual sweat. He breathed hoarsely and coughed. Then, with a little mewling, whimpering sound, he began slowly to remove his penis from his mother's matronly rectum.