Chapter 6
Just before she got home, Nana encountered Mary Corso, who asked Nana to speak to her brother about when she, Mary, would be able to talk with their mother. When Nana asked Mary why, Mary merely shrugged and said, "It has to do with some film."
Not understanding, Nana shook her head and continued heading for home, not knowing Mary had just spoken to her brother some minutes earlier. In fact, Mary had even spoken to Sarita before talking to Bert, and she had told Bert as much. This had made Bert angry, not at Mary, but at his mother, whom he felt had no right to talk with Mary until he gave the go-ahead. After all, he was trying to establish that he was the captor, and his mother was the captive.
So while Nana continued serenely walking home, Bert was already storming into the house. Sarita, who had been lying on her bed, reading a book after having done all the laundry, was startled as the boy came charging into her bedroom.
"Bert!" she gasped, when she saw him. "What is it? What's happened?"
"Who do you think you are, talking to that tramp, Mary Corso without my giving you permission?" he roared.
"Permission?" she asked. "Bert, in spite of what happened, you're forgetting, I'm still your mother, and I don't need your permission to speak with anyone. As for her being a tramp, she informs me she was with you Saturday night when you found that film now in your room. She was nice enough to give you her body, so you ought not to insult her. Stop being so childish."
"Childish, huh!" he roared. "All right ma, time for the next lesson in who's boss around here."
She had a cover over her, and he pulled it away, revealing she had removed her clothing before lying down as she always did to keep them from getting wrinkled. The wildly exciting sight of his mother's naked vulnerability sent chills shooting through the handsome youth. An uncontrollable desire to have her again turned his inner masses to seething balls of uncontrolled flame. Once again, Bert Small had turned into a monster.
Sarita was completely astonished at his childish behavior. He didn't seem like her son any longer, but rather an angered male who had no business being in her bedroom, looking at her nakedness. As it was, it had taken her these forty-eight hours to recover from the fact that she had wanted what had happened between her son and herself as much as he. Common sense told her she had to resist it even though deep down she knew there was no way to prevent its happening again. Still, she had to try.
"Bert ... honey ... stop behaving like some spoiled brat ... now you get out of this room right now while I go ahead and dress, but even as she spoke she was watching him pull off his clothing and she knew what was going to happen.
She became silent, then waited as the boy approached her and ever-so-slowly settled himself on top of her on the bed. His throbbingly erect phallus rubbed against her body, and she instantly reacted inwardly, feeling her gut being pulled because she ached to feel it inside her again. The boy was going to rape her, and she had no intention of stopping him, just as she hadn't stopped him the last time.
No! She was his mother. She had to make clear to him the fact that she would not put up with this kind of behavior, not now, not ever. He had to learn to respect her.
His arms clasped her tightly, and Sarita struggled, momentarily throwing the boy off to the side. She tried slithering away from him, but Bert was exceedingly powerful. He grabbed her as she rose to her hands and knees, as if intending to crawl off the bed.
Nana walked into the house, then, using her key to let herself in. She always moved quietly, and no one heard her, but she was unable to not hear what was taking place. She initially wanted to go running upstairs, screaming and shouting, but when she heard her brother's voice say, "You're a whore, mother. You were a whore when you were younger, and you're still a whore," she resisted. She quietly climbed the steps and peered into the bedroom, standing in the shadowed hallway, unseen by the occupants of the bedroom.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Sarita gasped, still kneeling on the bed, looking back at the naked youth.
"Hell! Look at you! like a bitch in heat!" the boy snapped. "Do? Shit! I'm going to fuck you, mother, I'm going to fuck you in this position, like a dog."
"Bert, darling, stop this ... think for a minute what you're doing. This is insane."
"Come off it, mom!" the kid all but roared. "You know damn well the last time was only the first of many times. We're going to fuck again and again."
Nana stared, unable to believe all this. Her brother was about to push his penis into their mother's vagina. Why that was horrible! But even as she thought this, Nana licked her lips as she realized it was something she wanted to see. Wow! Her brother had one big cock.
In school, the girls' locker room was right next to that of the boys'. Though the boys were unaware of it, there was a hole in the masonry between the two rooms. There was nothing under the hole in the boys' locker room, so that was why it went unnoticed. But in the girls' locker room there was a row of lockers against that wall, and using the bench in front of the lockers, the girls were able to climb up and peer into the boys' locker room and see them stripping to take showers. So Nana, who had seen her share of penises, knew her brother's outstanding phallus, was really something huge. She had read books about sex, always wanting to be kept informed, and she had read that the longer and thicker the instrument, the more a female was able to feel. Having already seen her father's naked penis one evening when she saw him on his way to the bathroom when he thought no one was around and so had his fly open, Nana knew her father's organ was also huge. But 'this ... the one belonging to Bert ... well, wow!
Bert wasn't in the mood to waste time. The irate youth was using his legs to force his mother's shudderingly quaking thighs farther apart, affording him a view of her anal crack, the little star embedded inside, and the entire pink gash that was her cunt.
The boy slavered as he looked at the rich coral flesh, flesh that was already leaking oil, knowing it was being observed. That asshole of hers was like an eye winking at him, giving him the come-on. One day he would cram his cock in there, just as he saw the men in the movie do. For now he would be content with her cunt. His hands reached out and his fingers dug into the white rondularities of her ass. She writhed and squirmed, but it was no use.
"Now you listen to me, Bert Small," she gasped, as Nana stared in awe. "You stop this right now, do you hear me?" Sarita insisted, her voice rising in a wailing plaintive crescendo as she felt him use his middle finger to separate the warm, tender flesh that was her vagina. Oh, God! His hands on her body felt so arousing ... as arousing as his father's, but in an entirely different way. Sarita was more confused than ever, not knowing what to think or what to do.
"Now you just stay put, mother," the boy insisted. "If you wanna call it rape, well you go ahead and call it that. But the simple fact is, I fucked you before, I'm going to fuck you now, and I'll be fucking you in the future, just like you were fucked on that film I have on the projector in my room. I keep it locked so you can't get in and take the film away."
Nana was more curious than ever. Bob had mentioned a film, and so had Mary. Now her brother was saying their mother was on that film, performing in a sexual way. Well, she would have a look at that film herself. Her brother's room, as well as her own, shared a similar lock, a lock that required a simple key to unlock. The key from one lock would fit the other without any trouble. She would go into her brother's room and see that film, but not now. Now she had to see what her brother was going to do.
The boy lifted his massive phallic spire, and he aimed it at his mother's weeping pussy. He said, "You loved it the last time, mother, let's see how much you like it this time."
Sarita felt mortified, not so much because of the sex, but because her son was trying to hurt her with sex. When he had fucked her the last time, she had shown him how she was able to respond lovingly, and so made things good for the both of them. Sex wasn't a weapon one used to hurt people. It was something performed with love.
Her head dipped, and she stared back beneath her, between her dangling breasts, looking at the pulsing spear that was her son's cock, and inwardly she felt shuddering lust as he placed the hotly throbbing tool against her vaginal lips. Her lascivious kneeling position was a disgrace she felt she would never survive. Why did the boy choose to do things this way?
"Bert, don't do this to me," she pleaded. "What kind of relationship can we have in the future if there's only violence and no love between us? Don't," she groaned, as she felt his fingertips bite into her buttocks.
He refused to verbally respond, and she shut her eyes when he refused to do so. Then his penile head touched the lips of her cunt, making her toss her head wildly. She gasped as seething pulsations trammeled uncontrolled through her quivering body as her vagina continued involuntarily moistening. She held her breath, petrified with terror for the moment, feeling degraded because her son felt the need to subjugate her each time he sexually approached her. Perhaps she was more than a little to blame since, after all, she had, in the past forty-eight hours, since their last contact, discouraged any meetings with him when no other family members were around.
"Dear God!" she gasped, feeling the initial hard pressure against her tight elastic passage, for in spite of how often it had been used when she had been younger, her inner flesh had a powerful resilience, and her cunt always snapped back to its original tightness. Even now, the opening was like a tight rubber band.
Bert, unable to keep himself under control any longer, rammed forward with more than a little strength. There was a salacious grin twisting his handsome face, a face contorted not out of hatred, but out of anger that he hadn't been consulted before that dumb blonde had spoken to his mother. Jeez! If Mary had walked in ten minutes later, she would have seen him screwing his mother, and his anger was directed at the fact that he didn't want the dumb blonde to know what was taking place between his mother and himself. As it was, he had put off fucking Mary again, because he'd wanted to save his strength for his mother. Mary, thinking he didn't want her any more, wasn't overly concerned about not being fucked by him, but he knew if she didn't hold his interest, he might renege on his promise to introduce her to his mother. So she had hastened things a bit, and this hastening was what really angered Bert. He didn't like anyone doubting his word, and he didn't like his mother talking to Mary without his agreeing to it, because it looked as if the mother was assisting in helping the girl bypass him.
Nana saw the salacious grin twisting her brother's face, a contortion of sheer lust as his eyes remained glued to the debauched sight of his mother nakedly kneeling in front of him, as if submitting to whatever he wanted. He speared his cock heavily into her, his fingers digging into her naked hips, his own hips corkscrewing as he moved forward. His sleek, young, thick monster of a cock went roaring into her vaginal tunnel, pushing the clinging wetness of her inner walls in pressured waves before it. The penis moved in until, with a loud groan coming from his mouth, he let her know he was all the way in, his belly smacking against the cheeks of her ass.
Nana stared at her mother, not knowing what to think. The woman was muttering, "Oh, God! Oh God!" with a sorrowful tone in her voice, and yet the look on her face was one of sheer bliss. Yes, in spite of what her mother seemed to be saying at present, there seemed to be no doubt that her body was enjoying what she was feeling.
The young girl realized the book was right. The thicker the meat, the sweeter the treat. Even though her brother had speared into their mother without thought of mercy, neither had he thought to hurt her, and his virile length of penile shaft lay in the depths of her clinging belly as he filled her convulsively clasping vagina to its fullest.
Neither of them moved for several seconds. The boy remained perfectly still kneeling behind his bent-over mother, his face now pressing into the warmth of her naked tan back. There was only silence save for their labored breathing. His body was seething with more lust than ever, and the hate he had felt when he had first walked in had totally dissipated. There was something about his mother's hot cunt that drained everything other than love out of him. He didn't really want to harm her. There was no pleasure in bringing pain. But he did want to dominate and control her and make her realize that when his father wasn't around, her cunt belonged to him.
He was beginning to realize the film had merely been an excuse. He had wanted to fuck his mother for the longest time but had never had the courage to admit it to himself. Now that he was into her, the simple truth was, he didn't think of his mother as a whore. Nor did. he want her to think he hated her. He loved her, and he needed her, feeling this overpowering urge to fuck her as much as his father felt that urge.
Sarita's submissively kneeling inner body was aflame with lust all over again. She felt nothing other than the need to be fucked, and the pressure of the cock pushed into her as it masterfully ruminated through her vaginal trough. The humiliation had disappeared as rapidly as she had first felt it. The shame, the fear, the horror-once again it was all gone as she felt herself filled with the need for total satisfaction. The thick organ already caused pleasure to spark inside her ... sheer, unadulterated enjoyment ... flames of lust that mounted higher and higher with every passing moment. Her sensibilities felt on the verge of being destroyed.
She began trembling as if she were on the verge of being toppled. Oh God! What was wrong with her? She wanted her own son to fuck her. Yes, yes, just like the last time, she wanted him to fuck her to orgasm. He was her boy, whom she loved and adored, but she wanted him to point himself even deeper into her and ram his cock that much harder through her because she loved him. She was happy, happier than she had been since the first time the boy's father had fucked her.
Nana saw the happiness shining from her mother's face, and she felt envy, pure envy. First her mother had been fucked all these years by their father, and now Bert was getting in on the action too, while she, Nana, was still a virgin. Funny how her mother had never tried talking too much with her about sex. Whatever she did know, she knew from school, friends, and books. Damn! Somehow, in some way, she had to get in on this.
Sarita gasped as she felt the penis in her cunt throb in time to the beat of her heart. The boy was more a part of her than any other male who had ever fucked her, and seemed to feel along with her, just as he sensed her inner needs.
Behind her, a delighted Bert was experiencing more of the overpowering incestuous emotions charging through his mother. Little by little his desire for her continued mounting even higher, sheer erotic, lustful pleasures shooting through him as he stared in fascination at his mother's huge, round tan buttocks suspended like a split watermelon above his groin, his impaling cock buried to the limit inside her. Oh, shit! How he loved this woman! God! If he had her to fuck, he wouldn't need any other woman for the rest of his life. His hands were trembling as he caressed the velvety softness of her full, humbled thighs.
The youth's throat felt a tightness, and he was also aware of his penis throbbing all the more eagerly because of the scabbard so tightly surrounding it. He sensed the pulsations from the walls of her cunt as they sucked on his massive pile driver, and then the eagerly throbbing phallus, as if with a will of its own, began lurching again and again in the heated depths of her shuddering cunt.
Yes, to Bert she was stunning, beautiful, and what was more, she was his. His mother, his lover, his paramour. Her cunt was like warm silk wrapped in layers around the throbbing length of his hard penis. The muscles in her walls, muscles far more learned than the cuntwalls of any other woman, were like little nibbling teeth, biting on his cock, pulling it deeper, sucking it in all the harder. His body was no longer able to remain still.
With an overpowering, explosive urgency, mother and son were now completely carried away with their mutual joy for one another. Their bodies merged into a single sexual unit, rampant with all-consuming pleasure, their souls and spirits unbound by convention of any kind, flowing in all-consuming crashing waves of thrilling desire. Nothing really mattered other than the warmly pulsating cunt surrounding the hot, hard length of steamy cock, the two blending together and bringing wanton happiness to one another.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sarita gasped. "I'm your slave, Bert. I'll do anything you want, but don't stop, now! Fuck me! Fuck me as I taught you before."
Nana gasped! They had done this before, and in all-likelihood were going to do this again. She, little Nana, had been left out of it all. Well, hell, no! She was going to get in on it, if not with her brother, then with her father. Yes, yes, that was it! She would seduce her own father and make him her slave, just as Bert had made their mother his own personal captive.
Sarita shuddered, chills moving wildly up and down her aching spine as she felt her son tentatively thrust forward and back, moving his powering piston through her turmoiled depths. Her delightfully voluptuous body began twisting and writhing without shame, for she needed all this as much as the boy. She groaned incessantly, her face now pushed into the pillow beneath, the sounds muffled. Mewls of acceptance of this servility came eeling from her helpless throat, her face becoming a grimace of passion, nostrils flaring like a mare in heat being mounted by an overpowering stallion. Under her jet-black hair, a light coating of perspiration was forming, sheeting her forehead and also coating her upper lip.
All thought of punishing his mother at this point was drained from the young boy's mind. Geez! He didn't want to hurt her! he had never wanted to hurt her. He loved her! His loud moan lustingly burst from the depths of his throat.
Mom!" he gasped, "I gotta fuck you! Don't you understand ... I gotta fuck you!"
"I understand," she nodded, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "I understand, and I want it as much as you, but you have to understand, I am your mother, and convention says this is wrong, so each time you start something like this, you're going to have to force me because I can't willingly agree to incest. I know this thing between us isn't evil, but I also know it isn't right. So if you force me, I'll go along with it, but otherwise, I can't."
"Then I'll just have to keep on forcing you," he said, smiling. .
Oh, shit! I'm about to shoot my load and I haven't done any real stroking yet, he thought.
He began pumping his wildly pulsing cock in and out of her warmly gripping cupola, moving with deep, rapid thrusts that brought moan after moan from the beautiful brunette's slackly open mouth. He knew his cock was going to explode at any second, and from the wild, rippling feeling he was sensing in his mother's teeming cunt, he knew she wasn't that far away from satisfaction herself.
God! There was nothing in the world like fucking! But more important, there was nothing in the world like fucking this particular woman. God! She was fantastic! What a cunt! She made Mary look like a limp dishrag, and Mary had been good, damned good! The plain and simple truth was, he loved her, he loved her much more than he had ever imagined, and he felt her reciprocating, loving him just as much. He knew it probably would never be as good with any other female, though he hadn't even thought about his sister at that moment. Right now, all he thought about was the combination of physical and emotional love he and his mother had for one another, and the overpowering need both of them felt for release fused their souls together permanently in their incestuous passion.
Lascivious fires of tingling lust and forbidden desire continued sending flickering flames through the raw nerve-endings tingling inside the beautiful mother's ecstatically pulsating vagina. Her son's rock-solid organ continued pounding its way in and out of that most secret vestibule of lust. His sperm-bloated testicles beat against her clitoris again and again, taunting and tantalizing it with a blissful rhythm as his lean hips smacked against her eagerly upraised rear cheeks.
Shoving backward in unison with every matching stroke, Sarita felt her inner need building higher and higher as her senses threatened to take command of her brain and her nakedly churning body. She was once again on the verge of total ecstasy.
Bert's mind no longer seemed to be part of his body. At this moment all he felt was physical lust and ecstasy, and it was more powerful, building somewhat more slowly than it had the first time. Sizzling delight moved through her shuddering form and into his cock, and spread through his entire being. Salacious tongues of erotic flame had long since cremated the last vestiges of his conscience as he continued thrusting his hardened young cock in and out of the tubular-shaped fleshy container between his mother's thighs. He slammed the organ in and out of her cloister again and again, thrilling to the tingles constantly building up inside.
She was on the bed, and he was on his knees behind her, and the boy was well aware that nothing he had done that night with Mary had prepared him for the thrilling sensations he was presently feeling. This was the most perversely intoxicating thing to ever happen to him, and since his mother insisted that he force her to continue doing this, that is, force was the only way he would be able to convince her to do this, then he would indeed force her. The licentiousness of his mother's kneeling position, added to the heatedly flaring bite of her cunt around his thrusting cock, almost drove him totally out of his shuddering mind. He had started out wanting to dominate and totally subjugate her, making her understand that when his father wasn't around, he was the boss in this house if only because he had balls. Her refusal to do as he wanted, in spite of the fact that she had been totally ignorant concerning his desire for her not to speak to Mary until he gave the okay, had driven him to relentless cruelty. But now he knew all he wanted was to please her, to make her happy, to make her enjoy what he wanted to enjoy. Her cunt was so oven-hot, so fantastically tight and delightful, so inwardly delicious ... he simply loved her, and loved the feeling her vagina was imparting.
His continual caresses of her warm naked thighs and rounded buttocks were continually bringing one shiver of delight after another from Sarita's panting body. She moved with more and more wanton abandon now, and as he searched her with his fingers, he became bolder and bolder while continually ramrodding his cock into her. He was staring at the little pucker of her anal star standing out from between her ass-cheeks, too inviting to resist. God! It was twitching like a fish's mouth. He used his outstretched middle finger, pressing it against the tiny little opening, first scooping up some cuntal juices and then pushing slowly.
The kneeling brunette mother stiffened as she felt his finger there. It had been some time since her husband had done anything to her anus, and she missed it. To the boy, this was all a new adventure, and she was sharing it with him.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out. "Fuck my anus! Yes, darling, push your finger in there if that's what you want. Oh, yes, it will feel so good."
Nana stared, unable to believe her ears. Her mother was inviting her brother to fuck her asshole with his finger. Was that something that was also enjoyable for a woman? It must be! After all, what kind of pleasure would a man get from shoving a finger into a woman's rectum?
Sarita wanted every one of her passages filled. She wanted to be bloated in every way with her son's love. She wished at this moment that he had three penises. She would have taken them all. God! She wanted to be filled as in days of old, only this time with cocks she loved and not strange cocks that had given her gratification without love of any kind. Ecstasy overwhelmed her because of her son's loving ministrations.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn hhhhh!" the boy was gasping, "Mother rrrr ... you feel so good ... so good ... ohhhh ... yess sssss ... this is marvelous," he loudly raved as he slowly yet gently forced his finger ever deeper into the more narrow aperture.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" she gasped, because the boy had shoved his finger in a little too rapidly. j "Easy, slowly, carefully...."
Alarmed, the youth would have withdrawn his finger at this point, but the beautiful woman tightened her ass-cheeks around his finger and said, "No, no, don't take it out. Just push it in more gently."
Her words were lusting sounds of encouragement that made him feel as if electricity was maddeningly rippling up and down his spine. He continued easing his finger deeper and deeper, pushing it in, in, in, until he had it in all the way to the palm, filling her hot, spongy anal flesh.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn ggggg ... yessssss...." Sarita hissed, thrilled beyond words at the feel of the finger inside her.
Easily working his finger in and out of the tight, rubbery rectum, the boy began stretching her tunnel wider and wider. Little by little Bert felt his mother's anal muscles relax, and almost immediately there followed lustful sighs of exultation as her tightly crushing anus pulled on his finger.
Within a few seconds the boy had established a dual-fucking rhythm in his mother, continually sawing his finger in and out of her ass while keeping his cock in perfect unison by thrusting it in and out of the tightness of her seething cunt. The moistly throbbing pussy clenched itself all the more tightly around the cock because of the pressure of the finger in her anus.
Wanting to bring his mother to maximum pleasure now, the young boy remembered something else he had seen in the film, and he lowered his left hand beneath her and around her thigh, his fingers seeking, finally finding her clitoris. He used his thumb and forefinger, and he began rolling the erect little nerve bud back and forth, massaging it into ever greater hardness as his nakedly kneeling mother moaned out loud, a woman definitely possessed by the lust she was constantly feeling as a result of his ministrations.
Sarita was joyously impaled on the rock-solid penile implement of her delighted son, the organ deep in the sucking depths of her seething vagina as his finger continued bringing her pleasure beyond belief as her rectum clenched itself tightly around the thrusting organ. One thrill after another continually built up as she became aware of the handsome youth's other hand fondling the hair-lined lips of her vagina, massaging her ultra-sensitive clitoris.
The lovely mother began twisting, turning, wriggling and squirming as she gasped and squealed beneath the ravishment of her son as he titillated her naked loins, knowing he was going to make her attain an unbelievable orgasm. He had no idea how it ranked on a scale compared to what his father was capable of doing, but he did know he'd make her come as never before. Her widening cunt seemed to greedily gape in wanton desire, constantly swallowing the entire thickness of his massively long cock as it stiffly pummeled its way in and out of her seething container. The head beat against the back wall with such power she feared he might puncture a hole there.
Abruptly she felt his thrusts quickening, the penis moving deeper and with stronger pulsations. At the same time he tugged his probing finger from the depths of her narrow rectum, yanking it out with a wet hissing sound in order to grip her rounded hips that much more tightly. Sarita felt the loss of the finger in her rectal passage, and it was so disconcerting. God! It had felt so good! She moaned incoherently, trying to spread her thighs even wider apart, almost losing her balance as she gave him even deeper, easier access to her already wide-split vagina. She never wanted him to stop!
"Ooooo nnnnn hhhhh ... aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh ... hhhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh...." she continued chanting out loud beneath him, her face contorted in a wild unrecognizable mask.
"Mom ... ohhhh ... sweet, delightful mother ... oh, your pussy is so good, so tight, so sweet, so narrow
... so much better than Mary's . ... " Bert gasped, quickening his strokes, grunting and groaning as he continued fucking even harder into the narrow tunnel, letting the head of his phallus bore into the deep recesses of her womb.
Nana stared, unable to believe all this. They were in ecstasy, and she wanted her share of it. Oh, God! It felt so good, so wonderful, so absolutely marvelous to see the two of them enjoying all this. She was part of this family too and ought not to be denied. Both father and son were fucking mother, but no one was fucking the daughter. Hell! she didn't want to go out and have her cherry popped by someone like Bob Wade.
Sarita was a mass of exquisite moisture in the depths of her madly blazing vagina. His cock so overwhelmed her, her blistering mind was overpowered by the pressure and blocked out thoughts of anything and everything else.
She was vaguely aware of her handsome son's hands running delectably over her body, the fingers like searing tongues of pure flame as the hot friction in her cunt continued to mount while he kept on fucking into her tantalizing cunt from behind. Oh, God! This was marvelous! She was loved by her son in the same way she was loved by her husband. Never, in her wildest imagination, even when she was making the porn movies, did she ever think to have a son fucking her. Now that it was happening, as far as she was concerned, it was more wonderful than any other fucking ... well ... on a par with her husband, anyway, but definitely superior to all those other run-of-the-mill fuckers.
"Fuck meeeee ... fuck meeeee ... fuck me...." she rhythmically chanted. "Wonderfullll ... ohhhhhh ... yessss ... so good ... feels so good ... I love it ... I love it ... don't stop ... keep fuckinnnnng ... harder ... harder ... harder...." she ranted, writhing and breathing heavily, her voice a constant wail as she climbed to an unbelievable orgasmic peak.
Wriggling in total wantonness, tantalizing her handsome young son with the lewdly rotating motions of her full, round, tan buttocks, she gasped as he rammed into her kneeling body all the harder from behind. At this moment she was totally uncaring of the shameless, whorish spectacle she presented, but then why should she care? She had been brought up right from the start to enjoy sex and do it for the pleasure of men. That she attained her own pleasure was a wonderful side-effect, and at no time did she think of what she was doing as wrong. Even after she married, she gave her husband her all, fucking with all her energy. All that really mattered was the climb toward the release that was only milliseconds away.
Oh, shit! the boy thought.
This was so awesome, so overpowering, he was certain he wouldn't be able to survive the impact of such pleasurable rapture once it overwhelmed him. God! The orgasm seemed to be a living thing that was threatening to devour him. He was almost there, now ... almost on the verge of his own satisfaction. He had to make certain his wonderful mother had the same magnitude of satisfaction he was going to receive. But there wasn't that much time left. He felt the heated sperm rising inside him, stirring in his testicles as the little seedlings made their way to his prostate in preparation for the explosive grand exit.
Nana stared at her brother's face, unable to believe the look of rapture crossing his features. This sex really had to be something to make both, her mother and her brother look so idiotic.
Wave after wave of thrilling excitement charged through the helmet-shaped head of his shuddering cock, trying to trigger an orgasm, but the boy was determined to hold it back until his mother had achieved her own satisfaction.
She quivered and trembled, making him realize she was finally there, too. At last!
He withdrew his penis, even pulling out the corona, leaving only the little slitted tip inside her wetly palpitating vaginal lips, then he hurled his cock forward, burying the full length of his solid flesh into the sucking clutch of wetness between his mother's firm, tantalizing tan thighs. The beautiful brunette responded with a joyous groan of total rapture, as if bellowing fire from within. She was aware of licentiously overpowering sensations as his heatedly twitching phallic length rammed like a searing blade into the rippling cornucopia of her cunt. His sperm-bloated testicles taunted her clitoris in a blissful rhythm with each solid stroke into the depths of her shuddering belly. His lean hips slammed into the tan moons of her ass, forcing the upraised buttocks farther and farther apart until it looked as if she would be split right up the middle.
"Oh ... darliiinnng ... yessss ... I think ... hhhh-aaaa nnnnhhhh ... I'm going to ... ohhhhh . ... " Sarita felt the heat emanating from her body boil over into the room and then surround her as if from the outside, thus matching what was taking place inside, as well. Her trembling buttocks were making all kinds of wanton little circles as she squeezed with her inner vaginal muscles at the boyish length of thickness and stiffness being crushed by her cuntal muscles. Her desire for what she was feeling continued growing in intensity, and she listened to the unintelligible moans of pleasure, feeling his shaft expand inside her tightly clamping cunt. Oh God! God! God! She knew he was going to come right along with her. The thought of what was about to happen triggered all the salaciousness that had been buried inside her when she had married, and the orgasm was not merely one of love and delight, but one of lascivious fire and need as she cried out with shrill rapture.
"YESSSSS ... HHHHH AAAAANNNNN GG-GGGHHHHH ... I'll IIII ... CAN FEEEEELLLLL jIjjjTTTTT ... OOOOOHH HHH ... WWWWW AAAAA UUUUU GGGGG GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH ... COMMMM IIIIINNNNN GGGGG AAA GGGGG GGGGG UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH!"
As she heaved her buttocks back against the body of her son, the naked mother felt the boy's already bloatedly immense cock swell and enlarge even more, growing thicker and bigger until it began ejaculating the hot, thick viscous semen into the burning depths of her crushing and convulsing cunt.
"SSSHHHEEEIIITTT!! ! YYYYY AAAAANNNNN GGGGG HHHHH!! ! ! MOMMMMMM!! ! COMMM-IIIII NNNNN GGGGG ... OOOOO HHHHH WWWWW AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH!"
He slammed one single final thrust into the tightness of her cunt, holding his throbbing cock in there, feeling it pump out the voracious hunger that had built in his climaxing young belly as he sensed her softly rippling vaginal muscles sucking and pulling at his cock as if it were some kind of automatic milking machine.
Sarita was already sighing as their incestuous love juices mingled in the depths of her body. For a moment she thought she would faint from the impact of her orgasm, and both she and the boy just lay there, unable to move.