Chapter 10
Nana opened her eyes. She heard voices. Sitting up in bed, she wondered if her mother had come home, and possibly her parents were making it. She would have loved to watch them, but they always kept that bedroom door locked.
Getting up, she walked out of her bedroom wearing her shortie nightie, a pink, fluffy thing, and headed toward the sound. It was coming from downstairs.
At the head of the stairs she peered over the banister and into the living room, below. There was her mother with her brother, and she realized from the way her mother had her hand inside Bert's fly that something was going to take place.
She hurried back to her room and got her Polaroid Instant Movie Camera, and aimed it below. The light was strong enough for the film to record anything.
"I need help," Sarita was saying to Bert. "Your father and I always make love when I come home from my card game, but for some reason he was tired tonight and fell asleep. I'm all primed, and I need a cock-tranquilizer."
Bert stared at her, astonished. It was the first time his "captive" had ever come on to him. He had never heard her use words like that when not in the throes of near-orgasm.
He gasped as her cool fingers tightened around his cock, teasing it, fondling it, making it grow stiff and hard in her hand. He didn't think he'd be able to raise another erection so quickly.
"I know I said I would resist you," she went on, "but I was wrong. We're both of us too grown up to play games. I love you, Bert. That's why I'm turning to you instead of trying to work on your poor father. He's asleep, and I have no doubt I'd be able to raise an erection even while he slept, but it would be unfair to him ... "
Sarita felt desire in the pit of her belly, and her thighs were already rubbing against the sofa seat. She was certain she smelled semen in the air, but saw nothing to indicate there was any around. She put it down to her imagination, but there was nothing imaginative about the wetness between her thighs caused by her fondling of her son's rigid tool. In the room's dim light-she had only left on two lamps-she saw he was already becoming excited as her palms slapped together around his cock and began pumping it up and down. That massive pole would very shortly be pushing its way into her.
"How do you want it this time?"
Her question was not so much because she really expected a decision from him. All she was, in essence doing, was telling him he was still boss. But in a moment she would make the decision.
The boy, tormented by the overpowering extent of his desire for his mother, gulped and remained silent for the moment. For all his bravado and the macho image he had tried to present, his mother had found him out to be the softy he really was. He was no longer the captor, basically because she was no longer afraid of him, and no longer reticent about fucking.
Sarita felt a sense of relief, knowing her short-lived captivity to her son was ended. How was she to know she was about to become a captive to her daughter, next. A captive mom, no matter which kid was the captor, and right now, her future captor was on the landing above, taking movies of everything happening, below.
Her strong perfume was slowly but surely overwhelming her son. That sweet scent filled his nostrils and made his cock throb all the harder. Then her clothing was flying every which way, and soon she was totally naked as she stood in front of him. Not giving him a chance to recover from the surprise of her direct attack, she undid his pants, then grabbed them by the ankles after pulling off his shoes, and she tugged the pants off. Her hands slid his undershorts down, next. Without waiting for his okay, she gripped his cock, tugged it a few more times to make certain it was rigid, and then she straddled him, then and there, on the sofa. Her cunt pressed itself so tightly against his body, her tits pushing into his face, her own face in his hair, that it seemed neither of them was capable of moving for the moment.
Nana smiled, using her zoom lens to first get a close-up of their faces, especially that of her brother's pushed between her mother's breasts, and then she panned down to where her mother's ass pressed into Bert's thighs. When Sarita rose a little, the stem of Bert's cock was seen visibly protruding from her cunt. The tan columns of her naked thighs rested on either side of the boy as her knees dug into the sofa, and he was aware of her hair-lined slit sucking on the full length of his throbbing organ as she slowly lifted herself until the upper part of his penile head was inside, and nothing else.
"Uuuuu hhhhh ... hhhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhh ... uuuuu nnnnn uuuuu mmmmm!" she hoarsely gasped out loud.
Nana was sorry there was no sound attachment to her camera. It was too late to go back and get her tape recorder.
Sarita's fingers moved between her body and that of her son as she rose a little too high, and the penis suddenly slipped out of her. She gripped the throbbing shaft, the image of her fingers holding it clearly picked up by the camera. She once again positioned the pulsing wand so that the immensely thick phallus was again pushing at the hotly expecting entrance to her seething cunt.
"Push up and keep it in, this time!" she commanded as she sat again.
"Unh!" the boy grunted, trying to shove upward.
"Push, damn you!" she gasped.
Above them, aroused by what she was seeing, Nana balanced the camera on the railing and used one hand to continue photographing while her other hand dipped into her cunt and began massaging her clitoris, now only too well aware of the ultra-sensitive button and how it was capable of arousing her.
"Oh, God!" the boy gasped. "Mother, what's come over you?"
"The need for constant cock, because of you!" she all but snarled. "Now push!"
So he rammed upward, shoving for dear life, and the most wondrous clasp he had ever known once again took possession of him. Her slurping inner walls tightly surrounded his throbbing cock. The sheath rode straight down on the hard stolidity, sucking and nursing on it as if expecting to get sustaining nourishment from it. He was aware of her vaginal muscles wildly contracting, crushing even more strongly than ever before, and it occurred to the boy that his mother's cunt had become a Pandora's Box. He had opened up what might turn out to be a whole series of things he wouldn't be able to handle because he had invaded the box. Her inner flesh rolled around his shuddering pike, making it do her bidding as she moved licentiously against him, rubbing her breasts consistently against his face. His mouth opened automatically, and his tongue washed one nipple, then the other.
"Yes, yes, yes, my son, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Sarita insisted, crying out, beside herself with surging delight, pleased that even now, taken aback as he was, the boy had the presence of mind to still use his cock and not simply sit there like a log. The burgeoning phallus surged upward into her seething feminine container, the moist confines of the snugly clasping cunt squeezing even more tightly as muscles she had allowed to rest over the years suddenly began coming into play all over again.
"Like it?" she gasped.
"Love it!" he replied.
"You're ... unnnhhh ... good ... very good ... already as good as all those men you saw me with in the movie. A little more practice, and you'll be as good as your father."
Nana rubbed her clitoris more rapidly. So her father really was an expert cocksman. Fool that she was, she had settled for sucking it and letting him finger her. Well, the hell with that! She was due for a good feel of that cock in her cunt, and she was going to get it ... tonight. But first she had to finish filming what was taking place below.
Sarita wildly bounced up and down, her breasts beating against the boy's face as she encouraged him by gyrating and ramming against his loins. She kept herself perfectly balanced, waiting and letting the boy do some of the work, making him cram upward into her, filling the soft, tight folds of her interior and clogging the salient depths of her with his vibrantly driving juggernaut. The wet lips of her quaking vaginal tunnel continued vibrantly trembling and sucking voraciously around the young boy's advancing penis as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter, inside.
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss ... it's so good ... so good ... keep doing it!" she cried out, overwhelmed by the sheer perversity of what she was doing. Unlike her husband, she sincerely believed the minister at her church to be one of those pure men of God, and she knew he would be horrified if he knew she was here, fucking her son. Well, the idea of his being horrified seemed to thrill her, and so she kept on bouncing on the hard cock. "Bert! Darling Bert! You're so wonderfullll ... ! "
She was unable to keep herself from calling out the name of her son, once again making Nana sorry she didn't have all this sound recorded. Hell! The movies would be just as good.
Sarita's cunt sucked her son's throbbing totem pole into its simmering center with all the effort she was capable of mustering. Her face pushed hard against his head, thus cramming his face against her breasts, and he sucked them all the harder, causing the firm tips of her nipples to swell beyond belief. He was moaning and whimpering as he realized he was indeed still only a little boy and in the presence of a great teacher. No longer did he, for one minute think deprecating thoughts concerning his mother. Now he was aglow with desire for her, a willing pupil willing to learn from the greatest of all mistresses.
Sarita's mind was transported back to a time when she was young and though no-longer innocent, she had met her future husband for the first time. He had been a set builder then, and the two of them had gone off to a motel without telling anyone, and in less than an hour following their initial meeting he had been fucking her. She had sat in his lap then, just as she was doing with her son now, and this hard-driving thickness of her son reminded her so much of her husband, she fucked all the more violently.
Again and again the handsome boy pushed his phallus upward, and she slid down against him, feeling her legs and back tight with cramps, her knees rubbing against the rough surface of the sofa cushion. She would have to make a note to have the sofa re-covered in some material that was softer, and also able to repel moisture. Except for the two lights throwing light directly on them, the room was dark, and Sarita groaned, wincing with delight, smacking her nakedly gyrating loins solidly against the thighs of her loving son and making him grow more and more excited with every passing second.
The handsome boy, totally unprepared for this, had not psyched his body up to resist any oncoming orgasms, and as a result, was aware of one building in him. He was in a total frenzy of excitement as he continued using every sinew and muscle in his shuddering body. Hungrily, the beautiful older woman spurred him on, and so he responded with equal adoration.
The sperm was coming and there was no way for him to stop it. It seemed to march in cadence up the length of his cock, keeping time with the stroke-stroke-stroke of the penis moving inside the mother's tight-muscled well. The underside of his penis was rubbing against the lower wall of her cunt, once, twice, three times ... again ... again ... and then the dizzying orgasm overcame him, and hot, splashing semen came rising from within him and blasted into his mother's anxious cunt. The sensation shook him to the very foundation of his inner self.
Who would have believed he was coming home to something like this? No goddamned wonder his old man waited up for her every Wednesday night. What Bert was unable to understand was why the man was suddenly falling asleep and unable to perform. It didn't make sense.
"AAAAA mil YYYYY AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWW AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAA GGG HHH!" he yelled as he felt her cling tightly to him and move her body all the more furiously, her insides clutching at his spending organ with a sense of frenetic urgency. But even as she bounced she realized he was coming too quickly, and he would shrink before she was ready to attain her own satisfaction.
"No! No! No! No! No! No!" she gasped, bouncing all the more wildly up and down on the quickly deflating young penis inside her totally unsatisfied vagina, but it was all to no avail. His cock was already softening, what with having come earlier in the day, and now.
But Sarita was not content. The boy was the reason why excitement had started building up in her, and he was going to make sure she had a satisfactory orgasm.
Hell! It was time the boy learned that he didn't just go around getting his rocks off without making sure he satisfied his female partner. She was going to teach him a much-needed lesson.
Leaping off him, she grabbed his hair, and as she fell back on the sofa, legs spread wide, she tugged his face between her thighs. Her hands pressed on the back of his head, and his face was pressing into the sump where he had just made another seminal deposit. He groaned into her labia, not even thinking, reacting instinctively, his lips caressing her dew-covered cunt lips, his face pressing down into the soft richness of her already over-stimulated vaginal mound. She felt the sweet pain of his wonderful teeth, knew the darting pleasure of his hot tongue.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Her son, her loving son, her wonderful son was going down on his mother. His leaping tongue was plunging into the central core of her simmering pussy, and she had no intention of letting him stop until he brought her to total fulfillment. She moaned and writhed, hoping her gasps wouldn't awaken either her husband or her daughter. The last thing she needed was for them to find out how she had backslid to being what she had been many years ago.
The boy's seeking tongue washed her cunt lips again and again, then pushed between them. His mouth opened wide to suck the pink deliciousness of her and drain both his own and her juices from her internal cave. He sucked her labia between his own lips, then used his stiffened tongue like a thrusting penis, pushing it in and out of her puckered labia. Stretching his mouth, forcing it to open wide, he sucked as much of her vulva into it as possible, then with a soft moan, let the tantalizing pink flesh slide back out as he burrowed his mouth between them and licked into the depths of her seething interior.
He used his tongue to swipe up and down, and he finally found her clitoris. Without thinking, he curled his oral organ about her tiny nub of passion, then sucked it lightly and lovingly between his teeth where he was able to nibble on it as he had bit her breasts, earlier. The sensation was indescribable for Sarita, who had only known this kind of loving from her husband, since the men with whom she had fucked and sucked had to do things for the benefit of the camera and not herself. The pictures of tongues licking against her cunt and massaging her clitoris might have looked arousing on screen, but the real way to build seething delight in her was to suck and bite on her clitoris, and that was something the camera would not be able to pick up properly.
Lights flashed behind Sarita's blinking eyes and her mouth hung wide open, gasping for air. Somehow her hands had tightened their hold on her son's hair, twining strands around her fingers.
God! She was unable to restrain herself any longer. Biting her lip, she pushed hard against his head so that her clitoris rubbed against his upper teeth. Then she began rolling her belly, realizing her son was gripping her ass-cheeks while he continued to lustily eat the tantalizing meat of her vagina.
"Yes ... yes ... yes...." she gasped, humping her hips wildly up and down, moving them as if they had a motor to keep them going. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Only your father knows how to do it this well! Suck! Lick! Eat me! Lap me! I haven't had it this way since last week! Keep sucking meeee ... don't stop ... ooooo-hhhhh ... yes, my darling ... my wonderful son ... keep eating meeee ... suck ... suck ... suck . ... "
He obeyed, his mouth vacuuming her cunt until it was almost pulled inside-out as his tongue plunged into the seething center again and again. Air escaped from the corners of his mouth in hissing, bubbling sounds as he continued sucking her vagina, drawing on it with violence to the point where Sarita hoped he didn't actually tear her inner flesh. He pulled, sucked, chewed and bit, and she rotated her loins as his tongue pressured her clitoris until it hit her.
"IIIII'MMMMM ... UUUUU NNNNN HHHHH ... COM MMMIIIIINNN NN GGGGG UUU HHHH!" she gasped and the boy licked all the faster.
Upstairs, Nana smiled, finishing her cartridge of film. She had enough, now. In fact, she had more than enough.