Chapter 15
Now that Betty had received some beautiful sensations from Ken's cock, she wanted to be sucked.
"I wish you'd go down on my mound again," she said. "You know, when I'm with a man who excites me, I can shoot all day or night."
"So I've noticed," he laughed. "I wish you'd go after my pussy."
"I'd like to suck your tits as well."
"There's no reason why you can't." At that point Ken jumped up from the bed.
"You know, I've got a great idea," he said. "What's that?'
"Have we got any honey around here."
"Of course we do. We've got plenty of it in the kitchen. You know that your father--likes it every now and then for biscuits."
"That's right, he does. Okay, here's what I'm thinking of. I'd just love to put some of that honey on your tits and on your snatch. I'd like to really do a good job."
"That's beautiful. That'll turn you on that much more and give me that much better a suck."
"You follow my line of thinking exactly."
"Sure thing."
Ken walked quickly into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later holding a jar of honey. He stretched out on the bed, then opened up the jar of honey. He dipped into it with his right hand, removing a gob of honey. He placed some of it on her left nipple, then her right. He then reached down and began to smear the honey inside her pussy.
"You're sure loading me down with the stuff," Betty laughed, growing hornier each and every second.
"Sure thing. I want to suck all the sweet snatch I can," Ken laughed.
"You kids of the modern era sure have balls, she laughed. "Both you and Carla."
"What about Carla?"
"She's quite a swinger."
"How do you know that?" Ken grinned.
"I have my ways of knowing," she said.
"But anyway, you kids, there's just no way to stop you. You're gonna do what you want to do and that's it."
"That's true. We're not as affected by hang-ups as so many people in your age category tend to be. But I don't even like to think of you in another age category. Right now all I know is that you're a gorgeous swinger, and I'd sure as hell rather fuck you than I would those chicks at school. Even if you are ray mother. But, hell, that shouldn't make any difference. All I know is I want to screw you."
"That's really all I need to know," Betty laughed. "You sure are spreading that stuff on thick."
"I'm gonna give myself a real shot at it," Ken laughed.
Betty watched with mounting fascination as Ken slipped the lid back on the top of the jar of honey. He placed the honey down on a nearby table, then reached down and slid his tongue toward her left breast. While he let his tongue collide with her left nipple, he worked his fingers around her buttocks. He enjoyed touching her firm, warm ass cheeks, and it made him think of the beautiful ass suck and ass fuck that he had received only a few minutes earlier. His tongue kept on attacking her left nipple, working ever so conscientiously against it. A few strokes later, Ken removed his tongue from her breast. He let it then go to work against her right tit. Ever so gracefully he asserted himself, plunging his tongue forward, removing every solitary speck of honey, the quicker that Betty in turn rolled her ass cheeks as she received his diligent swift stabs.
After he finished with her breasts, Ken immediately dropped his tongue downward toward her mound. He observed the way that her legs were twitching. He thought it might be good to throw in a few tongue stabs toward her thighs before making the switch to her pussy.
So he went to work on her left thigh. His tongue swept passionately, moving back and forth as he circulated it against her thigh. All the while, her body moved gracefully, bouncing up and down as she lay there. He kept on plunging his tongue against her thigh, keeping the action going for a few more strokes. He removed his tongue from one thigh, and let it go to work on the other. Ever so tenaciously, he attacked her thigh. As he moved his tongue with sweeping energy, her body twisted and turned. She enjoyed the swift, determined strides that he put forth.
When he removed his tongue from her thigh, Ken felt it was time to proceed with the cunt sucking. So he moved his tongue downward between her legs, letting it slip against her hot slit. As he attacked the honey, her body bounced back and forth with satisfaction. She loved the way that he was putting out, running his hot tongue around every crevice of her hot snatch.
"That was a great idea, she sighed. "You are sucking some sweet snatch, darling. First you're gonna get yourself plenty of honey, and then from there you're just gonna suck me until I juice. So keep your tongue moving. Run it quickly inside my pussy. Come on, sweetie, really plunge it. Let your tongue roll, sweetheart. Really let it drive inside my snatch."
By that point, in time, he did not need any encouragement at all, but just knowing how strongly Betty was in his corner made Ken put out that much more. His fingers kept rolling and stabbing against her hot buttocks as he kept up his grinding tongue stabs, working his tongue diligently, asserting it with careful precision and skill as he drove it inside her mound. The quicker that he shoved it, the more honey that he succeeded in gobbling down.
Pretty soon he had totally depleted the honey, at which point he began to concentrate on her snatch by itself. Ever so quickly he probed with his hot tongue, driving it with great skill inside her snatch. He eagerly attacked her, working his tongue with great desire inside her pussy. A few strokes later, he had her on the verge of a devastating orgasm. She kept sighing and moving her hips with every sweeping tongue stab that he put forth as he kept pushing her that much nearer the brink of climax.
"Keep moving your tongue inside my mound," she told him. "Come on, darling. Work your tongue. Work it real nice. Come on and move it. Slide it real smooth. Come on, sweetheart, suck out my mound. Go ahead, really suck it."
Ken decided to switch his fingers to her thighs. He clasped at them sharply, and as he did he kept up his spirited sucking, driving his tongue at a swift tempo, moving her ever closer to that great and devastating point of dramatic orgasm.
"Just keep sucking me," she gasped. "Run your tongue inside my mound. Really press it against my pussy. Suck me good, baby. Really drive your tongue. Sweep it inside my snatch. Really let it go. Come on, suck me, really suck me. Yeah, keep it moving."
As she heaved another deep sigh, she found that she was unable to contain herself any longer. The pussy juices began to filter from her mound. He gobbled with every ounce of enthusiasm that he possessed, swallowing the droplets of snatch juice with great vigor and satisfaction.
"Baby doll, eat out every drop," she said. "Go ahead, dear. Suck me dry. Come on, do it."
Ken finished swallowing her last few droplets of snatch juice. As he rested his tongue, her legs began to twist as she circulated her body back and forth. She reached down with her left hand, letting her fingers toy against her pussy. She began to work them more speedily than before, and pretty soon she was putting every ounce of impact she possessed against her snatch.
"Eat me again," she sighed. "Let your tongue go to work. Really plunge it inside my pussy. Work it fast, baby doll. Come on, eat it. Suck me out one more time. I want to juice again. Come on, work it."
Just hearing her beg for more prompted Ken to assert his tongue one more time inside Betty's pussy. Without any hesitation, he went immediately to work. He reached out and grabbed her thighs, pressing his fingers against them as he put every ounce of desire he possessed into his sharp, probing tongue stabs.
"Keep me going," she said. Work your tongue, sweetie. Just drive your tongue inside my mound. Slide it fast, baby. Do it, darling. Suck me. Work it rapidly."
All the while, he kept up his surging tongue pace. He worked, his tongue with frenzied desire, pushing and shoving it inside his lover's flaming box as Ken worked Betty close to another orgasm. He kept shoving his tongue inside her hot mound, working it convincingly as he slid her that much closer to that great moment of orgasm. A few strokes later, the juices were about ready to shoot from her mound.
"Come on, you're gonna get it again," she said. "Your tongue action is doing the job, sweetie. I'm gonna unload inside you. My pussy juices are gonna spill into your mouth. So keep your tongue moving. Keep it moving beautifully." .
A few swift, determined tongue strokes later, the juices shot from her pussy. They spilled into his hot mouth. He swallowed every drop, then again removed his tongue.
"That's what I call nifty sucking," she told him "Thank you for a great time, dear."
"My pleasure."
"You know, there's something that I'd definitely like to talk to you about."
"Go right ahead."
"If you'll remember, earlier we had a talk I about your sister."
"Yeah, that Carla is quite a chick."
"I guess I should make an admission to you," Betty smiled. "I've had sex with her. Would that surprise you?"
"Nothing surprises me anymore," Ken laughed. "I knew she did it with chicks quite a bit. She told me."
"So you two have confided in one another."
"Why not? As a matter-of-fact, would you believe I've fucked her?"
"I guess I could believe that," she shook her head. "There was a time when if you'd even suggested something like that, or even the possibility of it, I would absolutely go out i of my mind. But I don't feel that way now. I feel as if just about anything's possible. You two are such good-looking kids, and I guess it isn't all that unusual. But you know what I was thinking? I was thinking that it would be just great for the three of us to get together one afternoon when your father's out playing golf or something. We'd have a beautiful threesome."
"I'd love that," Ken clapped his hands gleefully. "You know, you're some kind of swinging mom. I'd love to watch you two go at it. I'd jerk like crazy, and then we'd work out some kind of a nifty threesome."
"Of course we would."
"I'm all for it. How long before you think we can get together and arrange it?"
"Your father usually goes out and plays golf on Saturday afternoon," Betty said. "I think that would be the perfect time to arrange our little love sessions."
"This coming Saturday afternoon? That would be great."
"I'll talk to Carla and we'll arrange it," she winked.
"I'm looking forward to it. Or maybe I'd better say my cock's looking forward to it."
As Ken looked down at his penis, he observed it was hard once more.
"You know, I can do it to you again," he said.
"I guess the pussy sucking got you all worked up all over again."
Betty reached out with her right hand. She slid her fingers soothingly against her son's penis. Up and down she pumped on it, letting her fingers connect spiritedly a few times. After the fingers had exercised themselves for a few minutes, she removed them. She was all ready to be fucked.
"My legs are open and I await your first plunge," Betty smiled.
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear. I'm ready to drive my dick inside you. As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna fuck the absolute hell out of you."
"That's what I like to hear. Then let's get into it. Screw me real nice, baby."
Ken reached out and moved his fingers against her buttocks. It always made him feel good to grab her ass cheeks. As he held onto them, he moved his cock forward. This time he pursued her a little more slowly than before. He had gotten his rocks off enough to where this time he would be able to fuck her more methodically, to extend the action a little longer until the droplets of cum that hadn't been extinguished in his other efforts would bolt inside her.
His fingers kept gliding back and forth against her ass cheeks as he fucked her. He moved his cock with methodical precision, grinding it back and forth inside her hot pussy. All the while he kept asserting himself, driving his steely tool forward as he pushed and penetrated it inside her mound. A few strokes later, he could see that his well-laid plans were not achieving much success. He was moving his cock faster than he had been planning on plunging it. He kept on maneuvering it briskly, sliding it back and forth inside his lover's mound as he directed himself ever more eagerly toward climax. He pushed and stabbed his long dick, sending it inside her mound, driving it with steady determination into her hot pussy. A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be shooting from his cock. He held onto her ass cheeks even more tightly than before, his penis continuing to stab her back and forth. A few strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot.
"Come on, let's do it," she said. "I'm ready to shoot, baby. Oh, damned, here it goes. I'm juicing. You do the same thing, baby doll. Come at me nice and hard. Keep fucking my mound. Fuck my pussy. Come on and screw me."
His ass cheeks kept bouncing as Ken fucked his lover. He drove his penis forward several times, and at that point the juices began to spill from his hot tool.
"This is beautiful," he said. "Oh, damned, what fucking. This is so nice."
Seconds later it was all over. The final few droplets of cream had been released from his tool.
As Ken released his cock from Betty's mound, he looked at her and smiled.
"You're quite a swinging mom," he laughed. "You really arranged something. A nice threesome with your son and daughter. I can hardly wait."
"I know one thing," she smiled back.
"There'll never be a dull moment."
"The orgasms will be flowing like mad," Ken nodded.