Chapter 11
Her series of orgasms were positively shattering. She had never known anything like it in her entire life. The thing was that the first one brought her to a single initial plateau from which she was able to blast off still higher, and then higher. With each new plateau her orgasm was just a little more electrifying, until the final one which was like an atomic explosion or the splitting of an atom under the cyclotron of a nuclear reactor. Adele felt as if she had become completely bodiless and was floating off into space. Then in another vision she saw herself as split into about twenty different parts, only loosely disconnected, and floating here and there between the stars and the planets. Her head was so far beyond the earth, that it was impossible for anything earthly to penetrate it.
Melvin had fallen onto the floor, his limp penis held limply in one of his hands as he gasped for breath. Squiffer meanwhile lay ecstatically under Mrs. Davis' voluptuous body, delighting in the lovely squash of her enormous breasts around his skinny torso. Martin also lay slumped, panting, on the floor. For a long time the tableau was like this as the four energized parties struggled to get their breaths and regain their heads.
Melvin was already considering that he wanted desperately to fuck Mrs. Davis in her cunt, and then in her ass. Squiffer was perhaps the most satisfied, although he would have liked to have her suck him off. His interest in anal intercourse was nil, as he had been brought up to believe that that was "dirty." Martin meanwhile was stroking his cock up and back and considering the fact that he hadn't yet taken his mother as a man ordinarily took a woman, that is, "missionary fashion," with the woman on the bottom with her legs spread and the male on top.
As for Adele, as she sped between the planets and the stars it occurred to her that there had never been a universe as wonderful as this ... and that this was, in Candide's words, "the best of all possible worlds." She felt as if she was a giant receptacle for all the male cum in the world, and she could hear it gurgling, bubbling and hissing throughout her insides. She wondered vaguely how it would digest and whether it might come out eventually in the same condition as when it had been spewn into her, milky and sticky, in great compelling wads.
Her nirvana gradually subsided as the worlds of the universe spun past. Eventually the winking stars evaporated and she found herself bathed in sweat like a disconnected brain floating in a nutrient bath. A slender male body under her grunted and began shifting. The sharp planes and angles of this body pressed and rolled in all of her opulent rondures. She could feel that slenderness against her enormous hanging tits, and feel skinny hands on her white fleshy buttocks. Instinctively she gave the male a nice series of cooling kisses around his face, assuming he was her beloved Martin. Her beloved Martin-whom she swore she would never be without again for the rest of her life. She would bind him to her with sex, and with anything else she could use. She would never let go. Even when her beauty was gone, she would find a way, she swore. All questions of morality were totally forgotten and ignored. She could imagine herself at ninety, old and bent, being ruthlessly shagged by her son of sixty-five. Her orgasms had been so fantastically shattering that now she was a slave to them. All the morality of her former life had nothing to do with her now. From this instant on she would live only to have one roaring climax after another. Why on earth had it taken her so long?
Hands came around and caressed her back as she peppered the boy's face with kisses. Then there was a third hand on her flank.
A third hand?
Adele opened her eyes.
And screamed when she saw who it was she was kissing.
There was a flurry of activity around the bed. Adele jumped up and ran to Martin's closet, ripping down quickly one of his bathrobes, which she wrapped hurriedly around her voluptuous body. The robe was absurdly snug around her opulent form, but that didn't bother her. She needed to be covered ... right away.
"What ... what are you doing here?" she managed to gasp chokingly through her panting mouth in a voice that was only an octave away from becoming a scream.
Melvin laughed and fingered his penis. "Ha", what do you think, Mrs. Davis?"
Furious and just a hairline away from weeping, Adele came up and dealt the kneeling boy a loud smack across his cheek. Squiffer hurriedly slid off the bed and stood, looking very uncertainly around, against the wall. His eyes darted to his clothes. Martin stood up, his huge eight-inch cock swinging curved like a scimitar between his legs. Suddenly he felt as if he must without question take control of the situation. It was he who had brought his friends here, true, but he still loved his mother-now more than ever, because he needed her now as well, as a man needs a woman. A feeling of power and manhood surged through his manly young chest. She needed his protection now, as he had needed hers-and received it-for so many years. It was up to him to master the situation for the both of them.
"All right, Melvin," he said, gripping Melvin in his armpit and lifting the other boy to his feet, "that's enough now. The fun's over. Get your clothes on."
Melvin shrugged but made no comment. Adele stood as if she had been turned to stone as she watched him and Squiffer move around, getting into their clothes. After a while they were dressed and moved toward the door.
"Be seeing you, Mrs. Davis," Melvin smirked, making an obscene sign with his middle finger as he went for the door. Martin flashed furious at this and rushed him, punching him in the face and sending the other lad spinning off toward the stairway. Melvin gripped the balustrade and was helped to his feet by Squiffer. He glared at Martin uncertainly, and then the two boys turned and went down the stairs.
Martin returned to Adele to find his mother weeping copiously. She was sitting down on the bed, her huge breasts hanging down through the partly open front of the robe. Martin felt his breath catch. There was the sound of the front door slamming. Now they were alone in the house. He could hear Melvin's and Squiffer's footfalls on the gravel outside, slowly departing into the distance.
"Oh, Martin!" she cried suddenly falling into his arms, wallowing in her misery and shame.
He stroked her beautiful black hair, her voluptuous body pressing against his slender one. He could feel his penis tingling again. "Don't cry, Mom," he whispered. "It's all over now. Really it is."
She continued weeping and sobbing for a long time, her tall body shaking with sobs like a great throbbing engine in an empty factory. Words failed him. There was no way to tell her how much he loved her and how sorry he was. He could only hold her now and comfort her.
"I ... I did ... I must have done terrible things with those boys!"
"No, Mom, don't say that. Please."
He stroked her hair and her lovely face, realizing how completely and how much he loved and adored her. She was beautiful ... and sexy. He wanted to fuck her desperately, to show her how much he loved her.
"Don't cry, Mom. Please. Please, don't cry," he said over and over again. But she continued to sob for what seemed an eternity. At least an hour passed before she finally got up and went to the dressing table. While she ran a comb through her hair and attempted to fix her tear-streaked face, Martin grabbed Rex's collar and dragged the dog whining from the room. Then he came back and lay back down on the bed, his head resting on his hands, looking across the room at her.
Adele combed out the snarls. Her upset had somewhat subsided, but she knew that the affair was far from over. She had made a complete and utter fool of herself.
And yet at the same time she knew that she had loved her handsome son as she would never love anyone. She had to have his large, throbbing cock inside her again ... as soon as possible and as often as possible. Nothing had changed there, in her feelings for him.
She could see him in the mirror, looking over at her. What must he think of her? But maybe now they would have a chance to start over and make things right and beautiful.
She stood up and walked over to the bed, not bothering to close the robe around her massive throbbing breasts. Already her dark nipples were hardening up high and proud. Suddenly she shrugged off the robe and it festooned down her long legs and around her dainty feet. Martin's eyes fastened unself-consciously on the fulsome hang of his mother's pendant breasts, then into the dark black muff of pubic crotch, its exciting slit totally concealed from view. His cock came up high and hard with a single jerk, standing like the leaning tower of Pisa in its hairy nest of blonde pubic hair.
"You love me, don't you, Martin," she said softly, walking over to him. Her hand was laid softly around the pulsating column of his penis.
A surge of maturity propelled itself through Martin's youthful being. His mother was right, and she knew she was right, and she didn't care. She wanted him to fuck her, and she wanted to fuck him, so that made everything right. Mother always knew best. Everyone said so.
"You know I do, Mom," he breathed huskily, still waiting for her to move.
Her hand passed along the underside of his throbbing young sex meat and then rested, cupping it under his tender teenage balls. "I love you too, son," she murmured, shaking out her long black hair and sitting down on the bed. He reached over and around her back and they met together in an open-mouthed kiss, with their tongues snaking in and out of each other's mouth and licking teeth, tops, sides and bottom. He swallowed her saliva and she swallowed his. His penis jerked out another inch.
"I love you, Mom," he whispered throatily.
"Then fuck me, Martin," she breathed tremulously. She thrust out her chest so that he could like at her oversize exposed nipples. His hands palmed one of her breasts while his mouth sucked hungrily on it. Adele shuddered. It was just as if he was a little baby pulling at her shapely udders.
But he was also a man. And she was never going to forget that again.
"Fuck me," she croaked. "I love you, Martin!"
"And I love you, Mom," he murmured adoringly, gazing up at her utter beauty, her long black hair falling around them like a tent.
"Then get up!" she said breathlessly. "Let me lie down and spread my legs so you can fuck me!"
Martin got up and moved around. Adele circled into the empty spot on the bed, lying on the bed with her legs open at an obtuse angle. Through the dark black hair of her mature pussy, Martin could see the gleaming wet lips of her hungry cunt, which looked as if they wanted to gobble his cock whole.
"Say you want to fuck me, Martin!" she commanded imperiously, her hands digging into his shoulders.
He shook his head. "You know I do, Mom," he said adoringly. "No, say it!"
He breathed laboriously, finally getting out, "All right, Mom ... I ... I want to fuck you! Yes, I want to fuck you!"
His youthful cock felt such a wonderful release at this magnificent admission that it began springing about wildly. Adele groaned with happiness and stuck two fingers into her dripping wet vulva. "Then fuck me, Martin! Fuck me, my handsome son! I love you!"
A small ecstatic sigh broke from the platinum blonde boy's mouth and then he gradually levered himself into position. He pushed her knees apart easily, moved forward, and then his burning hot young penis was tickling at the gleaming wet opening of her cuntal portals.
"Do it, Martin!" she implored hungrily. "Push it in!"
They kissed hungrily, their tongues intertwinging desperately, heavy with desire. She could feel his hard thick rod sliding in another inch through the lubricating love-fluid of her vagina. Her long smooth legs opened up on an almost completely horizontal line so he could have room to get it. into her as deeply as was humanly possible. His slender, muscular young body moved wonderfully through her splayed open legs, his fleshy instrument slipping in further still, its hungry head throbbing like a flashing light within her ecstatically rejoicing vagina. Now his pelvis began a slow, grinding motion as her vaginal walls closed delightedly around the deliciousness of his hot young cock. The huge rubbery prick was like an animal inside her, and her vagina undulated adoringly around it, clasping it like a religious totem. She could sense cum already oozing gently from its tip. This time he would fuck her lingeringly, joyfully, and not so wildly as before. She looked down just in time to see and feel his eight-inch cock disappear completely through the inward pressed hair-lined lips of cunt. She breathed ecstatically ... at last!
"Martin, I love you," she said dreamily, and biting his ear and working her hips all around his delicious big instrument.
He grunted and jerked it back and forth, drawing lingering cries of thrilled exclamation from her open lips. He then began grinding her with a rhythm that was tormentingly slow-but wonderful-for both of them. His silky leg hair tingled against the tender backs of her widely spread thighs and her hips began to rotate slowly over his powerful young rod. The only reality for her seemed to be this searing fire burning deep within her scorched belly, the flames licking out between her legs, crying out to be drowned by the tormenting monster that slithered so lewdly within her vaginal chamber.
Suddenly her heels locked behind his knees and with a low, animal-like groan her arms snaked around his smooth neck and her mouth mashed tightly over his. She sucked the pink spear of his tongue voraciously, soft mewling noises escaping through the wet sucking sound. She ground her crotch tightly up around his healthy young cock, their soft crisp pubic hairs mingling snugly. His long, blood-filled organ moved out, then softly inward again, drawing a groan from her lips with its slightest movement. His balls slapped flatly against her upturned ass. She was wet, hot and wide open for him now. The impact of his muscular thighs knocked her legs yet further apart.
She thought he was going to split her open and force his battering large instrument right up out of her mouth. And she wanted it to! She gurgled crazily, hoping that he would hurt her with it. She wanted to be punished like the dirty bitch she was for loving it so obscenely this way with her own son. Punishment was the only suitable verdict for a fallen puritan. The long rampaging cock now buried so unmercifully in her belly was all the cocks in the world merged into one, and she wanted it to punish her. She screwed her cunt up and down it with wild, vengeful strokes. Then she pinned her legs back, her knees touching her shoulders, wanting to take it in all the way to the hilt-and wanting as well for Martin to get a good view of his young cock deep inside her wet brown cuntal folds.
Martin did inded find this exciting. He stuffed his fingers in alongside his prick and worked them around in his mother's pussy. The feeling electrified Adele and she thought she was going to go crazy from it.
"More! More!" The incestuous mother barked. "Don't take your fingers out! Put more fingers in, my darling son!"
He rubbed his fingers in as he gently shagged her, twirling the crisp black curls alongside and jerking them out to make her squeal. The maddening slap of his balls against her exposed and sensitive anus drove her to a wilder frenzy still. Martin braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing body, letting her hungry cunt gobble all along the length of his rigid cock. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing knob almost through the walls of her womb.
"MMAAARTIN!" she exulted. "LOOOVEERR!" She groaned as his prick fucked into her mercilessly, the momentum of his thrusts driving her ass deeply into the squeaking mattress. "OOOOOOHHH"' she squealed. "AAAAggg Then she screamed as Martin reached back under her squirming buttocks, and finding the wide-spread crack open wide, he thrust his middle finger in up to the second knuckle-up into her tightly puckered little anus, making her feet jerk erratically in the air, her toes curling spasmodically against the bottoms of her feet. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her asshole from her cunt, he could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his own cock sliding smoothly in and out of her hole like the well-oiled piston of a racing car.
Adele began cursing erratically between the panting gasps of pain he drew from the tightly clutching hole of her rectum over his finger. "Fuck me, sonny! Fuck me! Oooooohhh, split me! Split me good, lover!"
Martin shoved a second punishing finger in, now sinking both all the way in to the depth of his palm. He dug them cruelly into the soft fleshy anal passage. Adele jerked up, her buttocks rising several inches off the bed, to escape this second intrusion of her anal canal. But Martin had it timed, and he rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his rod deeply into her until she groaned as if impaled on a stake. She bucked down hard to keep his ramrod instrument from ripping straight through her belly, skewering herself hard as well on the up-probing fingers in her ass. She was hopelessly impaled between fingers and cock and groaned helplessly as he ground them both deeply inside her. The juices of her dilating cunt ran down over his hand, lubricating wetly the fingers now sunk deep up her straining asshole.
Adele strained back under him, arching her loins against the grinding assault on her cunt and anus. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it half in pain and half in pleasure.
Martin moved his fingers around inside her, and she jerked and screwed herself down onto them, grunting incessantly as the pain slowly subsided. Now she was becoming used to the dual ravishment of her genitals. A masochistic pleasure slowly replaced the searing firebrands of pain that raced from her totally stuffed crotch to the top of her brain.
"Aaaarrggg!" she grunted as he buffeted her in rhythm between his hand and giant growing cock. He could feel it expanding with each thrust down her well lubricated passage, her vaginal walls kissing it all over as it reamed her.
Adele could feel his instrument growing inside her deliciously battered cunt. The giant knob seemed like an unrelenting fist punching at her wonderfully, beautifully.
Meanwhile his fingers fucked her backside madly, knocking that cock through the thin osmotic membrane, allowing her no respite from the fierce pleasure building deeply in her ecstatic belly.
"Oh please," she groaned, half out of her mind and feeling as if she was dying, "fuck me harder, Martin! Fuck Mama harder!" Her legs thrashed and her hair flew around as cock and fingers splashed through the moist folds of cunt and the greasy squishy elastic ring of anus. "Oh, Maaaartin ... I feel ... I feel as if I'm dying ... lover boy ... fuck Mama! Unnnnnggg!" She began chanting in rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be torn apart by this wonderful, beautiful boy who could see all of her and who was fucking into her so beautifully and curling her ass into an ecstatic ball. Great huge waves of delicious sensation raced through her entire body, which felt like an expanding balloon filling up with sheer joy and ready to burst into a million pieces the way she had before when the three boys had fucked her simultaneously ... and then suddenly she was there!
THERE!
Blinding light and grunts from deep in her belly, then great floods of steaming hot juice throbbing through the walls of her vagina, streaming out in great gushes over the balls and trapped hand skewering between the split in her ass. It felt as though her very insides were coming out of the flowing liquid. Adele gave one long, low scream, her legs thrashing high up into the air and as wide apart as she could in order to give her son's pistoning cock and hand greater access. She thrust her loins at him with brutal basic energy, screwing herself up hungrily and with great force on the still pumping rod. Juices flowed in a flood from her boiling cunt as her nostrils flared and one long last gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her feminine lungs as if she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist. And then she collapsed under him, quivering and moaning with joy, as sensation after sensation floated her gently down from that most enervating peak.
Martin sensed her climax and drove his penis up inside her as her legs splayed out, covered with perspiration and sex rash. Then he could feel the hot jet stream begin in his inflated balls and race headlong down the length of his pulsating member, spewing wildly out the glans into the nether depths of her womb, filling her completely and overflowing with her own juices out the hair-covered lips of her contracting cunt. Then he gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of the sperm into her still quivering belly and then he too collapsed across her soft, spent body.
They lay still for a long time, panting heavily with sexual exhaustion, a loose tangle of arms and entwined legs, their breathing finally slowing after an eternally long moment of quiet.
His hand caressed her face and she kissed it. "I love you, Mom," he whispered huskily.
She ran her hands over his wonderfully smooth and muscular body. She loved him too. "And I love you, my darling boy," she murmured.
He wanted to ask her what they were going to do, but on reflection he decided not to spoil the beauty of this moment.
And then they heard the door creaking, and there was the click of a camera shutter....