Chapter 6
As Ken lay there, his body twisting and turning on the bed, his mother went to work on him thoroughly.
She had removed his shirt, then his trousers. Betty proved that she meant business by the way she tugged at Ken's trousers, taking them off of him. As she finished, she reached down and grabbed his shorts. She felt obliged once more to reach out and grab his cock. She let her fingers stroke even more quickly than before, driving her fingers up and down the huge lengthy base of his instrument.
"My cock's on fire," Ken exclaimed loudly. "Your fingers are so good. I like the way you're moving along my dick. What a beautiful feeling."
"I knew you'd love it."
"This is great."
She kept on manipulating her fingers over Ken's dick for a few more strokes. When she removed her fingers from his hard cock, she stretched out on the bed. In order to entice Ken that much more, she reached out and slid her fingers around her snatch. But it really wasn't all that necessary for Betty to entice Ken anymore. He had already been pushed to the highest level of excitement, and now he knew that he just had to get his rocks off inside her mound.
He could tell by the way that Betty was twisting her body just what she wanted. She was giving him as good and distinct an invitation as he could possibly hope to receive. Her hips kept grinding back and forth, and now Ken was ready to approach her with his cock. He wanted to stick his long, stabbing tool inside her mound. to push and plunge it ever so resourcefully into her hot snatch until every droplet of surging cock juice shot from the end of his stick.
Ken could see that his whole body was trembling, and he recognized how badly he needed her. He reached out with both hands and let his fingers clutch sharply against her breasts. He held on so tightly that he could actually see the blood draining from her skin. But she did not mind it. As a matter-of-fact, Betty's body began to wiggle even more rapidly than before as her hips danced back and forth. She wanted to receive the surging cock strokes from him, and she was encouraging him in every way that she knew how.
"Shove your pecker into my pussy," she said. "No need to be bashful around me, baby. I'm just a horny woman who needs satisfaction. You're just the man who can give me that kind of satisfaction. Work your tool inside my mound. Really give me a fuck. Drive your cock inside me. Really penetrate. Send your hot tool inside my mound. Give me a spectacular fuck. I need it, my dear. Go ahead. Grind it inside me."
That was all the inspiration that Ken needed. He removed his fingers from her breasts, then let them glide downward toward her legs. He loved touching her thighs ever so soothingly. As he held onto them, Ken asserted his cock. He let it push forward, permitting it to penetrate inside her snatch. He worked his cock forward as it pushed into her mound. Back and forth he drove it, sliding his tool inside her hot mound. As he kept up his steady pace, he noticed just how much he was putting out. Without even having to make any additional effort, he instinctively began to slam his cock harder and deeper inside her pussy. He ground it forward, allowing it to slide into her mound. A few strokes later, Ken realized just how closely he was moving. He could see that ever so inevitably he was getting ready to shoot his juices. So he kept up his stabbing pace, asserting his cock forward, driving it diligently inside her pussy as he fucked her with everything that he had. He put effort into each and every stab, realizing just how much more closely he was drawing with each stabbing stroke. He loved the fucking that he was giving her, and it did him a world of good to know just how much she was reacting to his every blasting stab. As a matter-of-fact, Betty was drawing ever nearer to the point of climax. She found she could scarcely take any more of the savage cock strokes that he was employing inside her mound.
A few blasting cock stabs later, her whole body began to twitch as the juices shot from her pussy.
"My damned, what a fuck," she said. "You dirty fucker you. Come on, Ken. Keep blasting away. Keep your hot cock plunging into my mound. Drive your dick forward. Blast it hard, baby doll. Oh, yeah, you're so good at it. Keep fucking me. Slide your cock. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my hot mound."
As the juices shot from her pussy, Ken received that much more incentive to give her a satisfying screw. So he kept blasting away with his hard cock, letting it push and slide deep inside his mother's pussy as he moved ever nearer to that point of climax. A few strokes later, he could really begin to feel the juices swelling in his balls. His balls kept expanding with each and every hot blast that he kept putting forth. He pushed and plunged with his long tool. Vigorously blasting her with it as he pushed that much closer to that supreme moment of orgasm, the point when the surging juices would begin to spill from the end of his pecker and shoot into her mound.
"Get ready, I'm that much closer," he told her.
"Just keep fucking me. I love it. You're blasting away. I don't want it to ever end. Keep it up as long as you can. Just keep fucking me. Just keep driving your surging cock into my mound. Fuck me good. Baby doll. Penetrate me. Blast me with your dick. Come on, do it. come on, baby."
He rammed her deeply with his huge cock, sending his tool inside her pussy as he drove that much nearer. A few hot, blasting strokes later, Ken knew that he could not withstand his pace any longer. The juices would just have to shoot from the end of his tool, and with purposeful insight, he started slapping at her buttocks, getting her that much more prepared to receive the stimulating juices that would be prolifically shooting from the end of his piston-like cock.
"Keep blasting me." she said.
"I will. I'm about to juice. I've got to juice. I've got to spill my cock liquid inside your snatch."
"Keep socking it to me. I'm really feeling it. I love it."
She wiggled her hips back and forth, making certain that she matched every penetrating stroke that he sent her way. Ken kept on sustaining his brilliant pace, working his cock deep inside her, blasting hard as he pushed himself that much closer. A few piston-like stabs later, he knew that the juices were ready to shoot. He looked down at his balls, ever so proud that they had stored up such a load of juice, all of which was getting ready to spill wildly from the end of his blast-furnace cock.
Ken slapped at her buttocks a few more times. At long last the juices were ready to spray from the end of his stick. His body trembled as the first few drops eased out of the end of his tool. Ken knew that there was a good deal more in the way of cock juices that would spurt out of his stick, and he kept up his driving movements, continuing his forceful stabs as he prepared for the great deluge. A few seconds later as his heart pounded relentlessly, the brunt of the orgasm began to escape from the end of Ken's long hot poker. It sizzled forth, shooting from his huge tool and into her mound. As his cock juices kept on spilling from the end of his dick, Ken was overjoyed. His whole body trembled as he heaved a deep sigh. While the spurting liquids shot from his dick and into her mound, he leaned forward and slid his tongue inside her mouth. Back and forth he manipulated his tongue, letting it collide with her tongue as the juices shot inside her pussy.
While their bodies danced and swayed, moving back and forth, he unleashed every passionate droplet of liquid from his cock. He then removed his penis from her snatch.
"That's what I call a beautiful fuck," she said. "You really let yourself go. That's the only way to screw as far as I'm concerned."
"I agree with you. Oh, damned, I can hardly believe what I've just been through. It was so good I never wanted to stop."
"I think I'll reach out and grab your cock. I'll get it up to where it was before. I want to pump it full of all kinds of enthusiasm, then I want to go down on it."
"That would be super."
"Have you had many girls suck your cock, Ken darling?"
"Some of those damned chicks at school are too chicken shit," he said bitterly. "Sure, they want you to go down on their box. like Cindy. She'd let me suck her pussy, but she'd sure as hell never go down on my prick. She thought she was being real generous if she reached out and fingered my cock until it juiced."
"I know her type," Betty nodded. "I told you that I didn't think too much of her."
"I guess you were right.", he shrugged She worked her fingers skillfully against his balls. It made her feel great just to observe his reaction. His whole body shook under the influence of her steady, stabbing finger movements. Back and forth she skillfully manipulated her fingers against Ken's balls. Ever so zealously she attacked them, holding on firmly, clutching at his balls as she moved him into a state of agitation every bit as impressive as the first had been. It was as if he had not even shot. He was extra eager to get his rocks off once more, to unload his juices this time inside her mouth. It made him feel great to know just how eager she was to please him, and as she kept fingering his balls, he looked up at the beautiful woman who was fingering them. He could hardly believe it. This was his mother, but he didn't give a damn right then. All he cared about was fucking her, receiving as much in the way of passionate satisfaction as he could.
She leaned forward and removed her fingers from his testicles. He could hardly see from the wide-eyed hell-fire look on her face just how badly lovely Betty wanted to please him. Her finger erupted against the tip of his cock. She enjoyed rubbing her fingers against the foreskin of his penis, and as she did so, he felt tremendous tickling sensations circulating throughout his whole body. He reacted so sharply that he thought he was going to fly off the bed. He gasped loudly several times, and she could tell from his reactions just how much Ken was enjoying her assertive movements.
"This is beautiful," Ken said. "It's like I'm gonna blast off the moon. You're gonna get a beautiful load. I just know you are."
By assuring Betty as to how good a load she was going to receive, it made her that much more eager to keep on penetrating with her fingers. She began to glide them up and down the full length of his long dick.
After she fingered his cock several times, she would reach out and grab his balls, tugging at them. She slid her fingers soothingly along his penis, slowing down a little bit, wanting to tease and entice him that much more with her movements.
"This I love," she said. "I really like turning you on."
Her fingers circulated a few more times against his cock, after which she decided that she ought to initiate some sucking. She dropped her head down between his legs, then let her tongue move in slow motion against his balls. She did it so slowly that he went wild with passion, enjoying the level of tongue activity that she supplied.
"You're tickling the hell out of me," he gasped. "I can't believe how good you are with your tongue. This is so good. It's so nice. Just keep it going."
His hips kept bouncing up and down on the bed as she continued to employ her tongue against his balls. She worked it searchingly, stepping up the speed of her pace. All the while his body rocked.