Chapter 13
Betty could hardly believe how carried away she was getting sexually.
She hardly slept Sunday evening, her mind constantly turning over the events of the day. She recalled how uninhibited she had been in sex with her own daughter, and wondered what lovely young Carla would think if she knew that her mother had been having sex with her son as well. The thing that she kept noticing about having sex with her son and daughter, was that it made her feel much younger. When she was around Phillip, particularly when his face was heavily lined and he was exceptionally tired from his long work schedule, she would feel some of the same kind of tiredness. It was as if she was a lot older than she had to feel. But when she was in the presence of Ken or
Carla, it was a totally different story.
She had lunch with a married female friend at a fashionable restaurant the following day, then turned her attentions toward sex. She kept wondering if she would get a shot at having sex with Ken again. She wanted him alone. She wanted to have an opportunity to give him all the satisfaction that she possibly could.
Phillip called in the middle of the afternoon, informing her that he had some late calls to make at the hospital. That proved nothing new to her. As a matter-of-fact, she was glad. At one time it frustrated Betty to recognize her husband had that busy a schedule. But no longer. Now she was actually happy when she knew he wasn't coming home until late. It could clear the way for some beautiful sex with Ken.
Carla went out that evening to a girl friend's house to study for an examination. Or so she said. When Betty heard about it, she had to wonder if the purpose wasn't sexual, at least in part. After hearing from her daughter about how much she liked having sex with girls, she couldn't help but wonder. But that was up to Carla. What concerned Betty at that point was Ken, and she was hoping that he wasn't going out that evening.
"Are you gonna be staying home tonight, dear?" she asked after dinner. "Would you want me to."
"Let's put it this way. If you do stay home, I think that I can certainly make the evening profitable for you. Your father said he wouldn't be home until about eight. That would give us about two beautiful hours."
"That sounds good," he grinned. "I was going out with the guys to a movie, but I'll break that engagement."
"I have a hunch you'd like it a lot better at home."
"I sure would."
"Then that's settled," she laughed.
Betty immediately went to her bathroom, where she took a shower. She wanted her body to be as clean as possible so that she could throw herself into the act of rewarding sex with her son. She kept thinking about Ken and how dynamic he was under the sheets. Once that he got untracked, he would do just about anything and everything with her.
A few minutes later, after Carla had left, Ken and Betty were stripped and ready for action. Betty's body was sparkling clean, and she was ready for the most intimate form of contact with Ken.
Betty assumed the initiative in the beginning. She threw her arms around the handsome son's body, then delivered her tongue toward him. She worked her tongue back and forth as it kept pushing and plunging against his. She kept it moving at a swift pace for a few strokes, then suddenly released it.
As soon as she released her tongue from Ken's, Ken made a quick move. He reached out with both hands and grabbed her breasts, pressing his fingers against them with urgency. Back and forth Ken rotated his fingers. He kept them moving for a few rapid-fire strokes. He pushed his tongue forward after releasing his fingers from her breasts, letting it go to work against her hot left tit. He moved his tongue from side to side, circulating it briskly, enjoying every plunging stab that he sent forth. His tongue would work quickly for a few strokes, then would suddenly slow up. It kept on working smoothly, projecting all kinds of excitement to her.
Ken kept up his swift, decisive tongue strokes against her left breast for quite a few minutes. He then let it go to work against her right breast. He slid his tongue with great skill, letting it work passionately, uninhibitedly, with as much determination as he could muster. All the while, as his tongue kept spearing her breast, Ken reached down and grabbed Betty's ass cheeks. He loved fingering her hot buttocks, and he enjoyed the way that she manipulated them back and forth as his tongue kept splashing against hers.
A few tongue strokes later, she released her tongue from Ken's mouth. Betty knew just what needed to be done in order for her to feel satisfied.
"Let's suck each other's asses," she smiled.
"That sounds like fun."
"I really want to rim you, dear. I want to stick my tongue up your ass-hole. I know you'll like it. I know you'll really love it when I start circulating my tongue inside you."
"Fine, we'll give each other action right at the same time."
"That's right."
"That'll be beautiful."
They positioned their bodies across from each other. Ken could tell from the way that Betty's body was twitching just how much she wanted some attention. She wanted his hot tongue to be pressing and pushing deep inside her anus.
She worked her tongue forward, letting it immediately blister his ass-hole. She derived great satisfaction in knowing just how excited she could get him. Her tongue kept sliding beautifully, driving with great enthusiasm as it pushed inside his hot ass. All the while it twisted and turned. While the vigorous sucking continued, he then put his tongue to work in her ass-hole as well.
Pretty soon their bodies were twisting in unison as they slid their tongues back and forth, wielding them ever so decisively inside each other's hot ass. They worked their tongues with great zeal, and as Betty kept on plunging her tongue deep inside Ken's ass-hole, she reached out with both hands and grabbed his buttocks. She held onto his hot ass cheeks, pressing her fingers firmly against the folds of flesh while she in turn was receiving all kinds of brilliant forward tongue strides from him.
Their tongues kept on working with great skill. The faster that they pushed them inside each other's hot ass-hole, the quicker their bodies twisted. Pretty soon Betty decided that it would be a good idea to fondle her lover's cock. That would get him even more excited. So she reached out with her right hand and began to explore his penis. She would work her fingers over his testicles for a few strokes, then would allow them to slide against his cock. Up and down she would stroke with her fingers, and while she did so, he kept on sucking her ass-hole.
After Ken had received quite a bit in the way of finger stimulation in addition to the ass sucking, he decided that it would probably be good to reach out and toy with his lover's snatch. So that was precisely what he did. His right hand reached out and his finger tips moved soothingly inside his lover's mound. Together they worked their fingers briskly while their tongues spectacularly unleashed themselves inside each other's ass-hole.
A few twisting tongue stabs later, Betty knew that she couldn't withstand much more of that kind of pace. It was essential to her to juice right then and there, so she abruptly brought her sucking to an end. As she did so, she also withdrew her fingers from her lover's cock.
"I want to suck your dick," she announced.
When Ken heard that comment, he simultaneously brought his activities to an end. He looked over at her and smiled.
"That sounds good to me," he said.
"I want to do it sixty-nine style," she told him. "Let's take each other on right at the same time. I want you to plunge your tongue against my cunt while I'm going after your pecker."
"That sounds very nice. You've always got things planned ahead."
"You've got to in life."
"I guess that's true. Especially in the sack."
"You're damned right."
They stretched out opposite each other in the bed. Ken's tongue was only a scant few inches removed from his lover's pussy. He was ready to unleash it inside her mound. He wanted to really drive it with vigorous enthusiasm, to project his tongue skillfully inside her nest until the juices shot from her mound.
"Let's really go at it," Betty said enthusiastically. "Let's make this a great sixty-nine. I'll take on your cock and you take on my cunt."
"That's really what I call a fair exchange," Ken laughed. "We've never done it sixty-nine style before."
"No. That's what excites me. Anything new, anything that hasn't been done before, that always turns me on."
"I know what you mean. Well, let's get into it."
This time Ken made the first move. He reached out and grabbed his lover's hot butt. As he clutched at it, he began to work his tongue, sliding it dramatically forward. He pushed and plunged it against her pussy, wiggling his tongue, making certain that he excited her no end. As he kept up his sucking, he let his fingers clutch that much more sharply against her ass cheeks. Ever so eagerly he held on, holding firm and fast to her ass cheeks as he kept on sucking her pussy.
"That's what I call nice tongue work," she nodded. "Just keep your tongue going. I love that. Pretty soon I'm gonna start my tongue action. Here we go, doll. I'm gonna take you on. I'm gonna really suck your cock. I'm gonna give you the treatment."
Those were Betty's last words, and they left her lover in a state of great titillation. It excited him greatly to know that Betty was going to employ her tongue forward, allowing it to project against his testicles. Up and down she worked her fingers simultaneously against his cock, and as she did, she kept on sucking his balls.
As Betty let her tongue collide with Ken's testicles, he took to sucking her pussy that much more rapidly than before. He began to let his tongue dart back and forth with great desire, working ever so skillfully as he pushed it deep inside her box. As the brisk, devastating sucking pace continued, Ken could tell that he was not able to withstand too much of this kind of high-level sucking that his lover was putting forth. She kept on driving her tongue with great determination against his hot flaming balls. She continued to finger his dick, and the combination caused him to suck her twat faster than ever.
She knew what she was doing to him, and the reaction that the whole thing was having on her. Ken kept up his sucking. He drove his tongue deep inside her moist box as her body twitched. A few strokes later, she knew that she could no longer withstand the pace. The juices bolted from her pussy and into her lover's mouth. As the juices spilled from her snatch, she kept on working her tongue against Ken's testicles. She juiced, her body swaying, and all the while she never skipped a beat, continuing to register solid impact against his balls.
After stroking her lover's testicles for a few moments more, she recognized that it was time to go on to Ken's cock. So lovely Betty did just that. She reached out and grabbed his wet balls with her fingers, the same balls she had been licking for so long. She held onto his hot testicles, sliding her fingers around them as she began to attack his cock. Betty started out by licking just the tip of his tool. Her tongue worked ever so slowly in the beginning, but pretty soon she was asserting her tongue more quickly. She began to let it dart against the tip of his cock, then suddenly allowed herself to extend her movements. She started to drive her tongue ever so sweepingly up and down the full length of his hard, steely tool. As she did so, Ken stepped up the pace of his sucking once more. He had tasted his lover once, and was determined to do it a second time. He could see from the way that she was sucking him that she had limitless sex capabilities, and that she would be willing to drive her tongue against his hot dick for as long as it took.
Their flaming tongues continued to attack each other. All the while, Betty was moving that much closer to another orgasm. Ken kept up his swift, decisive tongue action. A few sweltering strokes later, she was ready to juice a second time. Her body twisted and turned, jerking madly as the juices unleashed themselves from her pussy and into her lover's mouth.
Ken once again eagerly swallowed the juices that sprayed from her hot snatch. As he digested the last few droplets, Ken recognized just how closely he was drawing to that ultimate moment of climax. His lover kept on plunging her tongue up and down his huge dick, working Ken that much closer to orgasm. She kept toying with his balls, her finger's circulating over their surface as her head bobbed up and down. The faster she attacked his cock, the more determined that he became to swallow every droplet that spilled from it.
A few strokes later, not long after her lover had finished sucking her pussy, the juices were ready to spray from his flaming pecker. His body twisted back and forth a few times as the juices began to bolt.
When he felt the overpowering itchiness accompanied by the dislodging of the first few droplets of cock liquid from his prick, Ken released his tongue from her mound. After all, he had sucked Betty twice to climax.
"Go get the juices," Ken sighed. "Go after every drop of the stuff. Come on, baby. Suck it all out of me. Baby doll. Suck out the hot stuff. Do it. Go ahead. Suck me. Suck me off."
Ever so impatiently, Ken kicked his legs back and forth as the droplets of cock juice shot from the end of his tool. They kept on spilling, and all the while Ken's whole body kept circulating back and forth. He breathed heavily, enjoying every aspect of the act.
After the droplets of juice had been expelled from his hard dick, Ken felt even more warmth toward Betty. He couldn't help but admire her for the way that her tongue had ever so skillfully attacked his long cock.
"I have a hunch this is gonna be the wildest little episode we've had yet," Betty told him.
"I'd say we've gotten off to a good start."
"You bet your sweet ass."
"Is it sweet?" Ken laughed. "You ought to know. After all, you sucked it."
"I would say so. After all, I'm an expert."
They threw their heads forward simultaneously. A few moments later their lips met head-on in a searingly passionate kiss.