Chapter 8
Ken reached out with both hands and slid his fingers around her thighs. Her whole body trembled as he pushed his cock forward, preparing to thrust with it inside her mound.
Ever so convincingly he attacked her, ramming his cock eagerly into her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, making certain that he put everything into his initial forward thrust. As he slammed his pecker into her, he reached out and slapped at her thighs. He ground his fingers against them, holding on tightly to them as he fucked her. All the while he kept on brilliantly stabbing her snatch. His fingers held on as he kept it up, dazzlingly penetrating, working his cock inside her pussy as he moved that much closer to a satisfying orgasm. Ken realized that in order to make this as good a fuck as he wanted it to be, that he would have to regulate his pace. So he would work his cock with great speed for a little while, then would gradually slow up the pace. But all the while he kept on brilliantly driving his tool inside her pussy, slamming it rapidly into her mound, fucking hard and fast as he pushed himself ever nearer to the ultimate explosion that they were both waiting for.
As Ken's hard cock kept on driving sturdily and deeply inside his lover's snatch, he reached out and fingered her breasts. At first he did so ever so slowly, barely touching the skin, and then a few strokes later he was plunging with greater rapidity. Pretty soon his fingers were pinching and squeezing at her hot tits flesh as he kept fucking her, sending his stabbing tool deep inside her mound. His breathing sounded like that of a steam engine. He kept coming on strong, working his feverish cock as he penetrated it skillfully inside her mound. As for Betty, she was enjoying every stimulating thrust. Her hot lips and ass cheeks kept grinding and turning as he worked his cock forward, letting it drive ever so deeply inside her pussy. He slammed his cock as hard as he knew how, driving it diligently inside her snatch as he moved ever nearer to the point of climax.
He could feel the flow of semen that was agitatingly developing in his nuts. His balls were alive with excitement as Ken kept on pouring everything he had into his fucks, rotating his hips as his hard dick kept pushing deep inside her mound. He was moving that much closer to the point of climax, and every time that he fucked her he felt that much more gratified. He knew that he wasn't all that many strokes away from the wonderful moment of climax.
"Keep fucking me," she sighed. "I love the way your cock is moving. Keep it plunging. Keep pushing your dick inside my mound. Give it to me. Really screw me."
As Ken's cock kept on pushing deep inside his lover's mound, he reached out and slapped at her thighs. He held onto them, clutching hard and fast as his penis kept locking inside her pussy. She would thrust her body forward dramatically to meet the spirited dagger thrusts that he sent her way as he pushed himself that much nearer. A few strokes later, what with the passions continuing to develop in his cock and balls, Ken recognized that he couldn't hold out for much longer. Pretty soon the juices would be splashing from the end of his tool.
Ken kept on pursuing his lover's hot moist twat. His cock kept finding the range, pushing and plunging deep inside her snatch as he worked himself that much nearer. A few strokes later, he knew, the cock juices would be gushing from the end of his dick. They would be spraying wildly into her mound.
He kept blasting away, and while his fingers were concentrating on her buttocks, he would slap at them a few times, then would reach out and clutch them. As he entered into the final phases of the fuck, Ken decided to just hold onto her hot ass cheeks. He clutched sharply as he kept fucking, sending his savage tool deep inside her pussy. A few brisk strokes later, he knew, he would be off.
Ken finally heaved a deep sigh. His whole body twitched as the stream of juices began to shoot from the end of his pecker. At first he unleashed just a few droplets, but he knew that pretty soon the hot prolific white sea would be inundating her.
"Here we go, I'm really blasting," he gasped. "This is really fucking, baby. I love it. Damned, ahhh, I love being inside you."
"Let it all hang out. Come on, dear. Really unload the stuff. Do it. Yes, I really want it."
His hot cock kept on thrusting and blasting as the spurting juices shot from his cock. They unleashed themselves ever so profusely as he kept on fucking, blasting away with his cock, unleashing every droplet of satisfying cum from his tool and into her snatch.
Her hips kept bouncing back and forth, wiggling wildly as every satisfying drop of semen shot from the end of his dick and into her pussy.
A few seconds later the fuck was all over. Ken recognized that he had never in his entire life experienced anything quite like it.
Betty reached out with her right hand and ran her fingers through her son's sweaty hair. She was extremely proud of Ken for supplying her with so much in the way of wonderfully satisfying and delicious sensations.
"We really made quite a team," she told him. "I enjoyed every bit of it."
"So did I. I can hardly believe it. I can hardly believe that this is all for real, and that we actually did it."
"Well, we did. And I'm happy we found each other."
They immediately got dressed, recognizing that it wouldn't be all that long before Carla would be home from her date and Phillip would be home from the hospital.
Both Ken and his mother went to bed early that evening. They had enjoyed themselves to such an extent, and had burned off so much energy that they needed a good long sleep.
The next time that Betty made a move toward Ken, it was in the middle of a lazy Saturday afternoon. Betty's daughter Car la had gone on a skiing trip to the mountains, while her husband was playing golf with some of his buddies.
Ken had been watching a basketball game on television. As soon as it ended, Betty realized that her moment had arrived.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said.
"Oh, mom, you want to fuck with me again?"
"Absolutely. I didn't want our affair to end with just one session."
"Then fine. Let's do it."
They went into Betty's bedroom. She threw her arms immediately around Ken, and he did the same with her. It made him feel so great to push his chest against her lovely breasts. His chest kept pushing against her tits as he shoved his lips forward. He permitted them to press against her lips, and as they remained locked, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He kept on letting his fingers slide through her hair for a few moments. He then felt it was time to plunge his tongue inside her mouth.
"I want to French with you," he whispered.
"I'm so crazy about you, Ken. Go ahead. Throw your tongue into high gear. Push it inside my mouth."
Ken quickly made his move. He slid his tongue forward, allowing it to push inside her mouth. Ever so eagerly he let his tongue contact with hers. Back and forth he drove it, letting it splash against her tongue as he enjoyed every stimulating moment of lust that they shared.
Ken kept up the stimulating French kiss for a few moments, after which he removed his tongue from her mouth.
"Honey, I've got to take off your clothes," Ken told her.
He reached out instinctively and grabbed at Betty's blouse. He unbuttoned it with several quick movements, then tugged it off of her. He then reached out behind her and unstrapped her bra. Ken tossed her bra aside, then allowed his fingers to register against her breasts. He moved his fingers against her warm invigorating tits. Every time that he touched her there Ken caused her to feel that much more excitement. He felt good in knowing just how much power he was able to wield, with the knowledge and satisfaction that every time he wanted to step up the pace, he could control the level of excitement that she felt. She was literally in the palm of his hands as his fingers continued to steadily glide against her breasts. Ever so tenaciously Ken kept up his finger stabs, probing skillfully against her breasts as he drove her into a greater state of excitement. His fingers kept on pushing against her skin, and several seconds later he removed them from her hot tits.
Ken reached down and unzipped her slacks. He grabbed and tugged at her slacks, which he pulled down her legs. As he removed them altogether, he grabbed for her panties. He held onto her panties for a few seconds, then began to slide them down her legs. Ever so convincingly he clutched at them, driving them down her legs then off of her altogether.
"You're naked now and I love it," Ken said.
He got up quickly from the bed, deciding it was time to remove his own clothes. His mother lay there on top of the bed, her hips dancing back and forth with mounting glee. Every now and then Betty got so excited that she had to stimulate herself, so she reached out with her right hand and allowed her fingers to maneuver against her snatch. Back and forth she circulated her fingers, driving them against her pussy.