Chapter 8
Apparently Rex had been lying there watching them for some time. Even as Adele and Martin looked at it, the dog crept up to a sitting position-now they could see that its canine sexual tool was extending redly out of its furry sheath.
"Gosh," Martin breathed, "Rex ... Rex has a hardon...."
Adele stroked her handsome son's face and then put her mouth against his, slipping her tongue deeply in through his trembling lips. Her cunt was squirming uncontrollably. She had saved her son's life and now his temperature was normal, but what about her temperature?
Her tongue lapped at the top, bottom, and sides of his heavenly young mouth. The incestuous mother felt as if her hairy cunt was burning up. She reached down below and felt for her young son's hypersensitive prick. Yes, he had come up again!
"Martin," she moaned achingly through their long, drawn-out kiss, "I saved your life."
He gulped and his cock jerked out yet one more inch in length and circumference. "Yes, Mom. You saved my life." And then he realized how much he really loved his beautiful huge-titted mother. His balls were throbbing with love for her as they produced his fifteen-year-old sperm. He looked at her enormous breasts. They had totally dominated all of his secret, horny thinking for so long. And now they were his! To fondle and play with as he liked!
He reached for her tits and squeezed and palmed them. Adele lifted herself upward, positioning herself over his springy young cock. She told herself that she had to have something-anything-inside her or she would go mad. She had saved his life, and now he would save hers. That was fair enough. She had swallowed all of his cum and loved it. He owed her something. It was up to him to save her from mental, illness, which could conceivably be far more debilitating than a mere case of the shivers.
She looked down at herself. Her dark black pubic hair pointed downward over his loins, shaped into a moist, dripping beard by the constant wash of her vaginal juices. Her mind spun crazily as she considered his urgent tall manhood which was waving in the air under her cunt. Suddenly she lifted herself up slightly so that her huge, baggy tits could be dropped fully into his hungry face. Martin groaned and opened his mouth, his youthful cock jerking out another inch. He caught his mother's immense nipple in his mouth and sucked in the large brown, wrinkly sensitive tissue hungrily, as though he was a suckling infant.
Adele was in agony. She saw his waving cock under her thighs, and now he was sucking so hungrily on her tits and squeezing them with his hands. She looked down at him. There was something stuck in her throat. Her brain was a raging forest fire out of control and tied on a direct explosive line to her boiling cunt. I must stop this, she thought desperately, her brain swimming. I must do something.
Suddenly she jumped. His gentle lips had nonetheless caught one of her nipples tightly and his tongue was batting it back and forth in his mouth while his teeth nibbled. A fierce electric fire raced through Adele's loins. This was her beautiful, handsome young son. And she had saved his life. No one could fault her now if she allowed him to save hers.
Suddenly she lurched downward out of control. She screamed. It was as if her loins had decided to hell with her brain, and were going to do their own thinking from now on. Before she could stop herself, the rubbery head of his tender young penis was passing through the sex-slick hairs of her pussy. At forty years of age and after bearing two children, Adele's cunt was big enough for the most sizable rod. She took Martin's at a single swallow, his entire iron-hard organ traveling quickly through her vaginal passage and right up to the top with a mind-jarring bump.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ," she squealed, "Maaaaaartin!"
She wiggled around on his rod, her vagina tasting it, and it was delicious. Her viscous, undulating passage walls stroked every little ridge and bump on his wonderfully shaped cock. She had never in her life ever felt anything so wonderful inside of her. It was like being impaled on a telephone pole, with all its roughness. Her husband had a huge prick, but it was nothing at all like this one. In a way she thought she sensed a slight enlarging of Martin's penis from tip on downward, so that each fresh inch he stuffed into her was a new thrill.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she crooned, "Martin, daaaaaarling."
Martin, breathing fast, sucked first on one titty and then on the other. This was the dream of every young boy come true. He had gotten a few free feels at the movies, mostly over the tops of girls' sweaters, but this was his mother, and besides, she had the enormous globbies of which teenage dreams were made of. What young boy didn't masturbate over the thought of having two such huge beauties in his hands and mouth, and enormous brown nipples to bat around as he willed!
And then there was the illicit aspect-the fact that this was all the more exciting because he was doing it with his own mother, around whom so many taboos were built. Motherfucker was the common derogatory term one heard everywhere. Fucking one's mother was supposed to be the absolutely lowest thing that any person could do, especially any young boy like him.
Martin thought he was going to swoon from the ecstatic taste of her tits in his mouth. He went first from one and then to the other. His eyes occasionally glanced toward her wet hairy muff as it descended and raised along his glistening youthful cock. He was up inside of her now. All his boyhood dreams of completion were in motion. She had dark black pubic hair under her cunt, very curly, and as it moved along his rod he felt as if it were being painted by a greased brush. The total effect was wildly enervating and exciting. Everything that he was or ever hoped to be seemed to exist at that single connection of his blood-bloated cock within the hot wet channel of her prick-hungry vagina that was voraciously sucking his organ with wet panting lips.
"Mama!" he groaned. "Mama!"
"Do you like that, sweetie boy?" Adele crooned, half out of her mind with lust now, and forgetful of everything but this handsome young cock which was drilling in and out of her belly while she rode him as if he were a horse. He grabbed at her tits and sucked on them and she felt as if she were singing all over. "I'm going to make you love your ... oooooohhhhhh, Maaaaaartin-" Her voice became an unearthly singsong lilt as she rode him, her face blushing with lust, her huge breasts shaking as they were pulled this way and that, her long black hair flying off in all directions. She looked down and moved her fingers into their cock-cunt connection. She could feel his sex-slick rod moving in and out of her steaming hot hole. Suddenly she began panting out of breath and riding him all the harder. She could feel her orgasm come hurtling toward her. She turned down her toes ecstatically and fell on top of him, riding him like a jockey doing the Kentucky Derby in record time. If she had had a whip, she would have whipped him. Her ass and hips were pumping wildly, her long black hair flying everywhere. "Ma-ma-ma-"
And then it came. But it was the wrong one. Adele's eyes widened. Her eyebrows lifted almost to the level of her hairline. She could see Martin's groaning body under her, his mouth opening and shutting with fierce croaks of primitive ecstasy. His pelvis began jerking uncontrollably, his hands slipping down to hold her flanks as she rode him, and then she could feel the hot wet jets of his milky hot cum come shooting up into her belly in giant sticky wads.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Martin," she crooned at this ultimate compliment. That her son wanted to fuck her was one thing, bu that he could actually rejoice in trying to give her a baby was something else altogether. No woman could possibly be more flattered than she was from this ultimate tribute. She worked her cunt furiously over his exploding cock, catching as much of it as she could and feeling the excess cum balloon outside through her squirming hot pussy lips and down her fleshy white thighs.
Martin's groans seemed to go on and on. She counted a series of at least seven shudders as his pelvis writhed and pumped out the last remaining morself os his fifteen-year-old cum, and then he laid back, bathed in sweat and still gripping her breasts.
My God, she thought as realization came to her, I've missed again. That bastard!
She had been concentrating so much on Martin's orgasm that she had totally forgotten her own. And now it was too late-again. She sobbed with anguished shame, humiliation and frustration as his rapidly deflated penis became just a soft fat worm that her enlarged cunt could no longer grasp. It slipped from out of her vagina, dragging a trail of white cum after it.
She intook her breath sharply and cursed in her mind. Her cunt was boiling alive like a witch's cauldron full of snakes.
And then she noticed the spectacle on the floor beside them.
The dog Rex was licking at its own bright red, glistening penis!