Chapter 7

Ken's body wiggled and twitched as Betty continued to suck his balls. She stepped up her pace dramatically, working her tongue with feverish impact against his testicles as she slipped her fingers up and down the full length of his dick.

She could tell from the sounds of Ken's heavy breathing just how eager he was to move closer to the point of dramatic orgasmic release. She reached down and slid her tongue against the tip of his cock. She toyed with the foreskin of his penis, flicking her tongue against it, causing him to feel shock waves of excitement. While she moved her tongue against the tip of his long, hard dick, she reached down with both hands and glided her fingers around his wet balls, which glistened from her saliva. As she tickled the tip of his throbbing member, Ken's whole body wiggled. He was enjoying the stirring movements that she supplied, and as the sucking continued, he knew how eager he was to get off his rocks. It made him feel great to know that Betty was that eager to supply him with every type of physical desire.

Her tongue kept on sliding briskly, moving with sweeping impact to the point of climax. Her tongue plunged and pushed as she kept working it steadily against his flaming penis. She was moving rapidly, pushing him ever nearer. Her fingers connected with his balls more sharply than ever before as she sucked him, driving her tongue against his cock as she kept pushing him toward the brink. As her tongue moved, so did his body, which was reacting noticeably to every piercing movement her tongue employed.

For quite some time, Betty concentrated on the tip of her son's cock. After a while she began to assert herself over the full length of his hot member. She began to work her tongue more quickly than before, driving it up and down his long, steely tool as she pushed him that much closer to the point of orgasm. Up and down she sucked him, driving her tongue with speedy consistency against his long prong as she sucked him ever closer to the point of climax. The faster that she sucked, the more intense her movements became as she applied her tongue up and down the full length of his throbbing spear.

His body kept propelling back and forth as she kept up her determined strides, working her tongue against his long dick as she sucked him.

"You're really giving me a hose job," Ken sighed. "I've never gotten anything this good before. You're so good with your tongue. Just keep it driving. Come on and slide it, baby. You've got to bring me off. Work your tongue up and down my dick."

While his mother continued to assert her tongue ever so eagerly up and down his long, hard rod, he reached out and slid his fingers against her thighs. He loved touching her warm, zestf ul skin, and just doing so got him that much more excited. He could hardly believe that any woman could be this uninhibited. Every now and then he would think about the fact it was his mother who was giving him such a beautiful fuck. But the more he thought about it, the more unex-plainable the whole thing seemed to be. It just bowled him over recognizing that she was the one who was working him into such a lather. But he only thought about her being his mother for just a short period of time. Generally speaking he was so far gone with excitement that the only thing that registered in his mind was the knowledge that he was getting a beautiful suck from a gorgeous woman.

Up and down she kept on driving her tongue against his searing pecker. Her fingers reached out and began to slide along his instrument. If she were sucking the tip of his cock, her fingers would grab hold of the base, whereas, if it was the base that was getting sucked, she would touch the tip. But all the while she kept right on working, driving her tongue with enthusiastic vigor as she propelled him ever closer to the point of orgasm.

A few strokes later, as his body twisted and turned, Ken recognized that he could not hold back any longer. He looked forward to that great moment of final impact when the profuse juices would bolt from the end of his dick and into her mouth. He savored that opportunity, and was looking forward to that big moment when the juices would ultimately spray.

"Keep working on my tool," he said with ever-mounting impatience. "Slide your tongue over it. I really like this. This is my kind of fucking."

As his buttocks bounced up and down on the bed, she kept grinding her tongue. A few strokes later, she was all set to devour him. As for Betty, she considered this a dream come true. She had been looking all over, hoping to find a man who could fill in the void of her life, the one created by her husband. And here he was. Somebody who lived right in her home. Her own son. He was as passionate a young man as she could have hoped to find. She liked the way that he reacted to every solid tongue stab that she directed his way. It made her feel great to know just how much he appreciated her. That knowledge caused Betty to assert her tongue with even more conviction as she blasted away, driving it up and down the length of his huge stick.

A few seconds later, the juices were about to spray from the end of his mammoth organ. His hips wiggled back and forth, and all the while he gasped loudly as he waited for the first few droplets of cum to shoot from his cock.

"Get ready for a big blast," he said proudly. "I have loads of juice stored up inside me. You're gonna swallow it. It's gonna be so nice."

Ken reached out with both hands and slapped at his lover's buttocks. He loved holding onto her hot ass cheeks as the juices were set to unleash from his cock. A few moments later the first few droplets began to spray from the end of his tool. His hips spun eagerly as they flipped back and forth and the steaming pecker liquids ignited from the end of his long instrument and shot into her hot mouth.

"Go ahead, swallow every drop of it," he said. "Go get it. Come on, do it."

Ken watched as the stream of thick, searing white liquid shot from his blazing instrument. It kept on spraying her mouth, splashing profusely out of the end of his cock and into her mouth. A few droplets were too much to handle, and they spilled out of the left side of her mouth. That got Betty angry. She wanted to handle every precious drop of creamy liquid that bolted from her son's cock. So she made a determined effort to hang onto the rest of it. Her tongue kept on wiggling back and forth as she sought to contain every drop of cream that shot from him.

A few seconds later it was all over. Both Betty and Ken felt an internal peace that had not been there before. They had given their all, and together they had enjoyed the stimulating sex that they had engaged in.

He lay stretched out on the bed for a few moments. Betty still felt compelled to engage in more sex. She was like a child with a new toy. Now she had someone that she had ready access to. In the case of Gil, as good as he was in sex, and as much as she liked him, she. had known all along that he was married. She realized that it would soon be risky for her to carry on an affair with him. She had beautiful memories of their one sex extravaganza, but she knew that she would never again more than--likely have sex with him. In the case of Ken, she knew that the opportunities were limitless. After all, there were times when her daughter Carla and husband Phillip were never around. It was getting more and more to the point anyway where Phillip was hardly there. He was so tied down with his doctor's responsibilities, in his spare time he generally seemed too tired to have sex anyway. He preferred spending his time away from the job, playing golf or cards with his buddies at the country club. That was fine with Betty now. She had found somebody to replace him. She would see to it that she engaged in every stimulating act with her son.

Betty reached out finally with her right hand. She slid her fingers over his cock. Up and down she worked her fingers, letting them slide against the tip of his hot instrument. Pretty soon she was asserting herself as boldly as she had before. Her fingers kept pressing and pushing as they maintained steady contact with his skin. Up and down she projected her fingers, turning him on in as big a way as she knew how. She had received such stimulating enjoyment from her first fuck with him that she wanted to receive some more of the same kind of action. She wanted to feel the throbbing sensations of his long, hard penis inside her pussy.

As she kept on jerking, working her fingers up and down Ken's tool, she knew that he wasn't far removed from being ready to fuck her again. As a matter-of-fact, she was aware that he would do it any time she wanted him to. But she did not want to rush things. She wanted to let them develop a little. After all, she thought, what with getting that excited that fast, it was awfully easy to just get in a screw in no time at all. She didn't want to do that. She wanted to nurse every solitary moment.

"You sure do know how to move your fingers against my cock," he told her. "I like your style of action."

"Of course you do. I always want to do the best by you, honey."

"I know. So let's just keep it going. Just glide your fingers over my tool. I really like those movements."

She kept on plunging her fingers against his hard dick. She worked them rapidly for a few more strides, after which she released them.

"I want you to really ram your dick inside my mound," she told him. "I'm gonna just stretch out and let you go to work. You've got a thundering cock, baby, just the kind I like. I want you to really ram it inside me. I want you to let yourself go. Fuck me good and hard. Just blast me with your hot cock. Slam it into my mound. Darling, I really want it bad. I want you to fuck me. I want you to give me a beautiful, glorious screw."

"I wouldn't think of giving you any other kind."

"Then let's get with it."

Ken nodded. He looked down at his lover and grinned. It made him feel good that he not only was getting action of the kind that he scarcely could ever obtain at school, but that he was dominating such a beautiful mature woman as well. This was no high school chick, he recognized. It was a lovely, mature woman with the best body he had ever seen. It was flabbergasting in a way that it happened to be his own mother, but he wasn't about to let that impair his fun. He reached down with both hands, gliding his fingers against her buttocks. He held on sharply to her ass cheeks, pinching and squeezing them, and all the while he was looking down at her lovely form. Her body was already squirming, and Ken knew that it wouldn't be long before he would just have to shove his cock inside her pussy. He would make fantastic strides inside her mound, driving his tool steadily forward until every droplet of the hot penis juice shot from his pecker.

Back and forth his fingers continued to connect with her ass cheeks. He held onto the hot globes of flesh. A few steady strokes later, he removed his fingers from her buttocks. He reached out and grabbed her breasts. He held on hard and fast to her hot tits, grinding his fingers soothingly against them. A few convincing strokes later, he reached down and grabbed her legs. His fingers penetrated up and down her thighs and ankles, and all the while he knew just how close he was to plunging his tool inside her moist, invigorating twat.

When Ken removed his fingers from Betty's legs, he reached out with his right hand and let his fingers penetrate inside her pussy. That thrilled him no end. When he felt the moisture inside her snatch, it made him that much more aware as to how excited she was. He kept touching her mound, pushing and plunging his fingers inside her pussy lining, and as they did his own cock became filled with impatience. He knew he would just have to drive his lumbering tool forward and let it slide inside her box. He was going to go after her with everything that he had. He would grind and plunge his prick inside her pussy. He would slam his cock as eagerly as he knew how inside her mound until the hot cock juices shot from the end of his tool.

The faster that he stroked her mound with his fingers, the quicker that her hips swayed back and forth. She enjoyed the steady, exhilarating finger stabs that he supplied as she moved into a greater state of excitement. She knew that her lover would soon be driving his hot dick inside her pussy.

"Let me have it right now," she finally cried out with impatience. "You're gonna have to blast me, darling. Go ahead and fuck my mound. I need it right now. Damned, I need it. Come on and fuck. Drive your cock inside my pussy. Really let me have it. I want it so bad. I want your tool inside my mound. I want you to push and plunge it inside my snatch."

Ken removed his fingers from her snatch. He reached out and slapped at her buttocks a few times, then prepared to forcefully assert himself with his cock. He wanted to dramatically shove it forward, to give her a tremendous number of thrills with each and every flaming forward stab.