Chapter 14
Aunt Minnie raised herself over me again on hands and knees and backed off of my cock until only the head of it was still gripped by the inner lips of her luscious cunt. I made the head of it jump so that it worked up and down through those feverish lips of hers and a gasping little moan came out of her.
I gathered her twin beauties between my hands and sucked her taut nipples into my mouth as I gave her another loving twinge with my cock. She groaned louder and the slackness that had been in her face disappeared as it began looking tense again with the pressure of rising sexual sensation. But it still surprised me to see her face get like that; she sure as hell didn't look like someone being pleasured by a freight of great sensations. But the body language flowing between my cock and her cunt told the real story of her true feelings, regardless of how pained her face looked.
I began sucking her tits hard and licking them with rapid swirling movements of my tongue; that brought another long, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of her. It sounded so much like she was in awful pain that her being over me where she was perfectly free to stop whatever was being done any time she liked was reassuring as hell to me. If I'd been on top of her, so I more or less had her pinned down under me, and she'd uttered a sound like that, I'd have been scared shitless I'd done something that'd hurt her.
Since that time I've piled up a pretty good record of experience fucking various girls and women and I've become unshakably convinced that giving your female love partner that position over the man has many advantages. For one, the freedom the woman has in that position seems to multiply the sensation she feels and enjoys. Therefore she comes like she just never can come with the man riding her and limiting her freedom of movement. I guess men who have strong secret doubts about the reality of their actual manhood feel threatened and get all hung up about the idea of laying for a woman and letting her do the riding. All I can say is I feel sorry for any man who's so unsure of his manhood he feels he's got to try proving something by riding a woman whenever he fucks her. His lack of faith in his own manhood just might be one of the reasons women so seldom come for guys who fuck like that.
Another important reason women seldom come for guys who grab the saddle whenever they fuck is the fact that a woman's tits are almost entirely out of reach when a man's over a woman. And my experience has proved beyond all doubt that what Granny told me about the vital importance of mouthing and tonguing a woman's tits while she fucks is true. Fucking them that way, I've made more than one woman come until she like to went out of her mind although she'd never in her whole life come before.
Anyhow, Min sent her luscious ass driving downward like having only the head of my cock in her was killing her, and plunged my cock into her sizzling cunt as far as she could make it go. Our bellies came together with a slap as another long, strangled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" straining out of her. She ground her luscious tits down against my mouth and began riding me gently, her lovely ass moving steadily in a series of retreats and thrusts, stroking my cock in and out of her cunt like it felt indescribably delicious to her.
I could feel the pressure of fresh excitement building in her fiery cunt like a charge of electricity. Having her respond to me like that triggered a surge of fresh excitement, of intensifying sexual tension, within my tingling cock and whole lower belly. I knew that this time I was going to come and burning anticipation filled me.
Min began stroking my cock in and out of her steaming cunt harder and faster. I started sucking and licking away at her tits harder. She began moaning like she was being tortured.
Again I felt the start of a change in the lining of her cunt that I'd learned was a dependable signal of the fact a woman was about to come. I'd felt it in Granny's cunt, I'd felt it in my sisters' cunts, and I'd felt it twice before in my Min's sweet cunt. I was learning.
My own inner pressure shot upward in response, like the fire'd been built hotter under my boiler. I began wondering if I was going to manage to hold off until Min triggered off coming again. I just wanted to keep myself in good enough control to wait until then. Min wasn't making that easy, what with the little gasping scream-like cries coming out of her steadily. The sounds of those cries seemed to shoot the pressure of roaring inner excitement up in me almost off the scale.
Finally Min was struggling over me frantically. The breath going in and out of her sounded a good deal like the breath of a wind-broken horse, a painfully rasping and ragged sound. Then a scream that sounded like it came from someone in awful pain began coming from her twisted lips. But she just hammered our bellies together harder, driving my cock into her cunt just as far as she could make it go again and again and again as she screamed in a kind of mindless frenzy of passion. She was riding me wilder than she'd ridden me either of the other times I'd made her come.
Her scream raised higher, abruptly sounding more anguished than before. That instant every muscle in Min's whole lower belly, from the outer lips of her sizzling cunt gripping the roots of my cock on inward to the farthest depths of that hotly wet sheath surrounding the whole length of my cock, began milking away at my penetrating hardness.
Talk about sensation! I'd had it! I began coming too, like I was trying to catch up with her. My cock began making like a flamethrower, spraying all the sensitive inner surfaces of Min's sizzling cunt with burning jet after jet of my special napalm. Her scream began sounding like she really was being killed, but instead of trying to get her cunt away from there, she wriggled it on my cock frantically, grinding her belly against mine even harder than before.
Actually, though, I was only vaguely aware of her screaming or of the wildly frantic way she was riding me. Because my senses were reeling, almost swamped by sensation. I felt like I was teetering on the brink of blacking out. I was running wild, completely out of control.
So I can't actually give you all the details about that phase of the experience because I'd be only guessing if I tried. I'd never been that near to being clear out, yet still hung onto the tag-ends of consciousness. But my consciousness was limited to a world that consisted of only my pumping cock as it continued to struggle in and be deliciously surrounded by the fire of Min's pulsating cunt. That was all there was to my world right then for a spell.
Finally as the pumps in the roots of my cock began letting up, Min again collapsed upon my chest and that kind of ended it. My cock lay still in her suddenly quiet cunt as we both laid there struggling for our breath.
Finally Min whispered, "Lordy, I only wish there was some way I could just keep you all to myself. I'd probably fuck myself to death, but at least I'd die happy. You're really too much, lover Luke."
I murmured, "You just be sure to tell Abner that."
She raised her head up off my chest, gave me a quick, searching look, then demanded, "Why Abner?"
I told her, "Because he as good as said I was too dumb about women to ever win myself a chance to fuck you. That's why."
Min stared at me like she couldn't believe what she'd heard, then with a low kind of gasping laugh she exclaimed, "Why, you're awful! You came here with your mind made up to fuck me, but you made me think sex was the last thing-" She interrupted herself as usual, chuckling, "I just didn't know the half of it when I said you're really too much. You not only fuck like a master, you act out a part and string a girl a smooth line like a super-master. And you had me thinking I just might be actually getting myself a true cherry there for a while until you mentioned things Granny'd taught you."
Min brought a hand to my head and mussed my sweaty hair affectionately, repeating softly, "You really are too much!"
Another thought hit her and she asked, "Where'd you see Abner last, incidentally?"
"Just before I come over here," I told her.
She corrected, "I asked where, not when?"
"In my ma's bedroom, fucking ma," I said calmly.
Min looked startled, then frowned, shaking her head, and murmured, "Poor, poor Hattie! Settling for Abner when she's got you right under her own roof."
"She was doing it to get even with pa for tomcatting off across the county after some young widow woman," I said.
With sudden excitement Min murmured, "Hattie'd get even a lot better, the way your hidebound pa feels about blood kin fucking, if she'd only kick over the traces and indulge herself in a really great adventure with you. I think I'll just plant a bee in her bonnet."
But I told her smartly, "Just leave the bees alone, if you don't mind. Let me see what I can manage all on my own. If Abner can do it-" I broke off as another thought hit me and made me chuckle suddenly.
Min frowned, asking, "What's so funny?"
"Just a hunch," I told her.
"Tell me about it," she persisted.
I shrugged and murmured, "Old Abner had you all set up for me, didn't he? Never giving you any real satisfaction. He'll probably have mom all set up for me, too."
"You naughty boy," Min chided teasingly, "you aren't fooling me now. You just want the excitement and the challenge of seducing your mother all on your own. You're looking for a conquest, just like most other men."
I rolled over on one side so that Min came off me and down on her side upon the blanket as I told her, "A man looking for a conquest doesn't give a damn whether or not his victim likes what he does or not. All he's after is his own satisfaction. I've got my sights on one hell of a lot more than that, just like I did with you. Have I treated you like a conquest?"
I pulled away, my slippery cock sliding smoothly out of her despite her sudden clamping down with her cunt muscles in an effort to hold me. I chuckled as my cock slipped free of her tender trap, rolled back the opposite direction, came up on my feet and headed for the shower.
Half an hour later I was back home. Abner was gone and mom was cleaning house furiously, acting edgy and tightly wound, exactly like I'd expected. I got some cookies and milk and sat down at the kitchen table, watching her fly around like she was spinning her wheels with a head of sexual steam that wouldn't quit.
Finally I said, "Mom, you ought to get out in the sun some every day, like Min does."
Mom snapped, "Your father doesn't provide me the kind of money I'd need to hire someone else to do my cleaning and other dirty work, the way Min's husband's insurance money provides for her."
I munched on a mouthful of cookie and milk for a moment, then asked, "How long's it been since you went swimming or something like that just to have a good time?"
Kind of grimly, mom snapped, "Who'd take me to do anything like that just to pleasure myself? I ain't no widow woman. Men only invite widow women or young single ones on those kind of outings. And my husband-"
I interrupted, suggesting, "Let me make it up to you, all that my pa should do with you and for you but don't."
Ma stopped what she was doing and turned to give me a sharp, searching look. Before she could say anything, I asked, "How long's it been since you did something as exciting and adventuresome as skinny dipping at the swimming hole? Granny does it all the time with me." I neglected to add that Abner usually was along too, like he'd been yesterday. "If it's all right for your ma, why don't you have a little fun and excitement too, once in a while?"
Ma's eyes all of a sudden got kind of bright and funny. Almost under her breath, as if really just to herself, she whispered, "Amos'd have him a shit hemorrhage and fall over in it if he ever learnt I'd kicked up my heels a little like that."
She glanced at me sharply again and when she spoke, her voice was somewhat colored with amazement as she asked, "Granny goes skinny dipping with you boys?"
I nodded emphatically. "All the time!"
Ma thought on it a moment, then like she feared someone else might hear her, she whispered, "I'm gonna do it! I'll show your pa he ain't the only one can have themselves some fun! Come on, Lukey!" Ma whipped off her apron, tossed it on the kitchen table, and headed for the door. Her voice sounded eager and was raised to normal tone when she declared, "What's sauce for the old gander is also sauce for the goose and it's high time I started."
Ma tripped along like a schoolgirl on the way to the river. She chattered like one, too, bubbling with excitement. About the only thing she didn't touch on with her chatter was my catching her letting cousin Abner fuck her that morning. I got the feeling she was feeling a little skitterish about that, like she wasn't real certain how I actually felt about it.
When we got to the swimming hole, ma got kind of coy; told me I shouldn't look while she undressed. So she found one place in the underbrush of the surrounding woods that gave the privacy she seemed to feel a need of and I went off a ways from there and got undressed. I didn't waste no time shucking off my clothes, but ma beat me into the water.
Not more than a second after I heard her hit the water, I went diving off the bank too. I went swimming along the bottom through the crystal clear water until I sighted mom's long, tapered legs not far ahead. She was sure as hell a well-stacked woman and I wondered why in hell pa'd go tomcatting off after other women when he had mom's kind of feminine lusciousness at home. Of course since then I've found out the need all humans feel, men and women alike, for some variety in their sexual diet, exactly like they need variety in what they eat and drink. The high quality of food or drink can't keep too much of the same thing from becoming monotonous and kind of bland, which can be avoided by indulging in a reasonable variety, which tends to sharpen your taste and increase your appreciation for your regular diet.
Anyhow, I headed up and sent my head shooting in between mom's gorgeous, long legs just as my feet touched the sandy bottom. I straightened up, catching mom on my shoulders and shooting her up out of the water astraddle my neck. As my head came out of the water, I heard mom's startled but delighted shriek.
I ducked sideways and sent her flying back into the water. Another excited yell came out of her as she flew toward the water. It was chopped off as the water closed over her. An instant later she surfaced, less than an arm's reach away. Mom's ripe, full tits were thrust out invitingly toward me upon the surface of the water, both nipples rigid with excitement.
Sight of those taut nipples, understanding what their rigidity was saying in silent body language, shot shivers of wild excitement through my lower belly. I reached out, unthinkingly, and cupped mom's luscious tits in both hands.
A startled expression flashed through mom's sweet face as my hands closed gently around her heavy, ripely full tits. She didn't make a single move to pull them away, she just said, "Lukey, baby, what must you think of me, carrying on with you this way?" She sounded breathless.
I told her honestly, "I think you're about the most beautiful, most deliciously attractive woman in the whole world, mom. And I think you're going to enjoy carrying on with me one hell of a lot more than you did carrying on with old Abner. Granny and Min'll both tell you so."
"But do you feel it's right-" mom began but broke off, seeming to forget what she'd been about to ask as her wide-eyed gaze dropped to my lower belly and stiff cock, just below the surface of the clear water. Sounding kind of like in a daze she added, "My, you've grown so. I really hadn't realized just how much, before." I realized she actually was marveling at the size of my rigid cock, not at the size of the rest of me. In her eyes my cock didn't seem to look little, even though she'd had cousin Abner's horse-cock in her only hours earlier. Her eyes seemed fascinated by the sight of my cock standing up smartly at attention down there. Without taking her eyes from it she murmured, "Do you really feel it's no different for us than it was with you and Granny or Minnie?"
I said, "I don't think a cock knows it has a ma or a cunt ever remembers it's had a son. Now that we got B.C. pills so there's no danger of making babies, I think them that love each other most oughta be free to love each other however they feel like. Don't you think so?"
Ma glanced up briefly with a tentative little smile, still making no move to draw her luscious tits away from my hands, which I'd kept cupped around them. Then she glanced demurely back down to the water as she murmured, "I'd rather die than do anything that'd make you think the less of me, precious."
I gave both mom's luscious tits a little squeeze with my cupped palms as I told her lovingly, "Don't you worry your pretty head none about anything like that, sweetie. I'll just love you all the more because you trust me this much and like what you see when you look at me enough you want to let me enjoy the treat you only care about giving a real man."