Chapter 4
While I kept on eagerly maneuvering my fingers ever deeper inside my mother's snatch, she became fascinated with my cock.
She reached out and, with both hands, pulled my shorts down my legs. She kept on pulling until she had tugged the shorts off of me altogether. Then she was all set to go to work with her fingers on my cock.
She reached out and, with both hands, pulled my shorts down my legs. She kept on pulling until she had tugged the shorts off of me altogether. Then she was all set to go to work with her fingers on my cock.
"Let's match each other," she suggested. "You supply me with a stroke, and I'll do the same for you."
"That's a very good idea. I'm already going to work on your pussy, and doing quite well, thank you."
"You really are. Ah, I'm gonna work my fingers over your dick. How do you like that?"
At that very moment she began to pump vigorously up and down on my cock. Immediately I could feel the hot, titillating sensations that were circulating throughout my pecker and into my balls.
"You're burning me up in there," I sighed. "Keep up the passionate finger work, baby. Ah, I love that."
Mom was like a house on fire. I could hardly believe it. In the past she had acted so puritanical when it came to anything relating to sex as involved with me. I remember one time when she even caught me looking at a Playboy magazine. She didn't like me going gaga over the girl who was the center spread for that month. But now there she was, her fingers working resourcefully up and down on my dick while I in turn turned on the coal as I played with her pussy.
"Let's go to work even faster," she cried out hungrily. "You don't know how starved I am for sex, baby."
"I've got a pretty good idea. I mean, Shirley was hot, but you're double or triple hot."
"Ah, you'd better believe it, honey. Work your fingers even deeper. Explore my snatch. Work over every crevice. Ah, I really like it. I'm gonna twist my cute little butt for your. I'll bet you like that. Just like you liked it when Shirley was twisting hers.
"I love your ass," I exclaimed bluntly. "You're really twisting it, honey. Yes, I like the way your butt is moving."
We kept up our brilliant stroke movements, letting our fingers go to work, pushing each other to an ever greater height of sexual ecstasy.
"I've got to suck you," mom finally exclaimed.
At that point she turned her fingers loose temporarily from my cock. She slid her body up on top of mine, letting it come to rest with her butt planted squarely over my head.
"That ought to give you an enticing target," she giggled. "Look at my pussy, honey. Shall I twist my butt like this for you?"
"That looks great," I said. "Yes, this is all the target I need."
"Keep playing with my snatch. I'll keep going to work on your cock."
Mom worked her fingers up and down the full length of my pecker. She kept on working them busily, then suddenly removed her fingers from my cock and let them go to work on my balls.
My testicles were expanding rapidly as a result of all the various sexual pressures that had been generating inside them. So when she t supplied the finger friction, that was all that I needed to insure myself of some tremendous sensations.
"Oh, the way you're working my balls, your fingers are too much," I said. "Oh, honey, those fingers are like magic. They're really working over my balls. I love what you're doing for me. Ah, keep up those tickling sensations. That's so good, lover. Oh, so damned good. You're great at it"
All the while my fingers kept on probing her pussy that much more intimately. I could feel some juice surfacing there as a result of my finger stabs. She was getting hotter every minute, and now it would be just a question of how much longer we could continue giving each other action like that before we would just have to put our tongues to work.
"I want to start tonguing you," I finally said.
"I'll tell you what," she said. "You keep playing with my pussy. I want you to play with my snatch and suck my ass-hole at the same time."
"I wish that you could give me the same kind of movements."
"Turnabout is fair play, especially in this game," mom laughed excitedly. "I'll tell you what I'll do. While I'm planting my fingers against your balls, I'll start sucking your ass-hole. That way we'll both be getting all kinds of wild and wonderful sensations. When we do start sucking each other's organ we're really gonna go into orbit."
"I've got news for you. I'm there right now."
"Let's keep working, honey. Keep those movements going. We can't waste a motion. This is bigger then both of us. We're really getting there."
Mom planted her tongue high inside my ass-hole. She wasn't wasting any time. Back and forth she let the tongue spin. She flipped it back and forth in such a way that my entire anus was receiving the benefit from each jolting stab that she put forward.
While mom's tongue convincingly went to work inside my ass-hole, she played with my balls. They expanded even larger as a result of the hot ass licking she was giving me. While her tongue was setting a blinding pace in my anus, she kept up her pace on my balls, working at a scorching level, driving me practically to the brink of climax. Now it became a question of just how much longer I could withstand this kind of excitement.
I knew that it was up to me to keep things going on my front as well, so I slipped my tongue inside her ass-hole. I let it dart and stab, copying her movements, flipping it back and forth, seeing to it that she received all the sensations I could possibly supply as I kept on playing with her snatch.
I really loved the way that mom would maneuver her hips. She was caught in a blazing sea of excitement, such as I was, and as we kept up the spirited sucking, we both recognized that it wouldn't be long before we would have to start switching the tongue movements from ass-hole to organ.
We spun our tongues eagerly for a few more moments. I could see from the way that mom's body was trembling that she just had to get into another phase of the action.
Abruptly I removed my tongue from her ass-hole and my fingers from her cunt.
"Maybe we'd better switch to the other side, mom," I suggested.
Mom lifted her tongue from my ass-hole.
"I think you've got a good point," she laughed. "I'll tell you what, baby. Before we do that, though, let's do a little finger fucking. I'd love to stick my finger up your ass-hole and have you do the same for me."
"You do have a cute butt, mom."
"Of course I do. I could see that you were intrigued by Shirley's cute butt, and if you liked it, I didn't see any reason why you wouldn't like mine."
"Then I'll get the ball rolling," I said.
I immediately turned mom on when I reached out with my right middle finger and began to probe inside her ass-hole. I worked slowly, wanting to give things a chance to build at a gradual level.
"I like that," she said. "You're really working your finger on my butt. But I want you to start really plunging it, honey. You're gonna really have to let your finger go."
"Don't worry. I will. I just like to work at a gradual manner."
"Yes, I go that same route."
She reached out with her left index finger and began to go work inside my anus. She probed slowly for a few moments, then began to move her finger around swiftly. With devastating impact she cut loose, grinding her finger high into my ass-hole, plunging it into my rectum.
"Ah, you're really giving me the movement," I said. "Mom, oh, your finger's on fire."
"And so is your ass-hole."
"I think that speaks pretty well for both of us."
"I suppose that it does."
While our fingers kept on exploring excitedly, we moved each other that much closer to climax. I kept envisioning how beautiful it would be to turn my tongue loose in mom's box. I felt that once I began to work my tongue inside her mound I would in turn get the kind of cock suck that would drive me wild.
All the while I kept concentrating on the ass licking, driving my tongue uncontrollably, letting it shove ever higher inside her anus.
It was mom who finally called a halt to things, removing her tongue from my anus.
"I think that ought to do it for a while," she said. "From here on out, we'd better go to work with our tongues inside each other's organ.
"I know my cock sure needs some action and it needs it right now," I said.
"It's only natural that it would," she chuckled. "You know, dear, at first I thought that this was tragically wrong, having sex with my own son. But I kept lying there in bed. You'll never know just how overwhelmed I was with excitement. I just couldn't contain myself. I kept asking myself what was worse, suffering and not-doing it, or actually going into your room and seducing you."
"I'm glad you did what you did."
"So am I. Of course, I don't know how I'm going to feel later about it."
"I think you're going to feel all right."
"You don't think that it'll bother me?"
"I don't see why it should."
"Maybe my thinking has been nineteenth century," mom laughed. "You know, even though I reacted badly, that incident with Shirley woke me up. I began to wonder about the charges I had made when I was talking to you that night. You had played it so cool, telling me that there was really nothing wrong in that kind of fucking. You felt that if you and Shirley wanted to turn on wih each other, that there was nothing wrong with it. Here I join in with all these biddies and busybodies who had said that Shirley was such a terrible person. I don't think she is."
"She isn't, she's a damned fine person. But I don't think we need to talk about her now. Not when we've got all these kicks that we can share."
"Yes, of course, you're right about that. But still, when I think about what I said. It still marked a turning point."
"That's good."
"In fact, baby, if I hadn't spotted you having sex with Shirley, I probably never would have seduced you. You know, that cock of yours looked so good. I remember thinking how bad I'd like to suck it. I completely dismissed the thought and tried to tell myself that some evil force had put it in my head, but I'm sure that wasn't true. I wanted to suck your prick and it was nothing but my own normal reaction."
"That's all it was," I assured her. "Listen, honey, I think that the worse thing in the world is when two people really want to make it together and then chicken out. That leaves them both feeling pretty damned miserable."
"I think you're right. It's funny, but sometimes a parent has to go to her son or daughter in order to get some enlightenment. I guess that's what I needed, a chance to tune in with the younger generation. You're sure a whole lot sexier than your father."
"He's soused so much of the time," I pointed out.
"That's exactly what I mean. How can a guy be sexy when he's just lying around drunk? About all he wants to do is sit around and drink and maybe watch a sporting event. He always wants to watch somebody else because he really isn't in the mood to participate. He's not able to do it. That poses terrible problems. But, you know, we shouldn't do any more talking. About that or anything else."
"I know, not when we're both this horny," I said, pointing toward my huge penis. "You know, your tongue is so close to my dick. I do hope when you suck me that you keep on providing my balls with plenty of contact, too."
"I certainly will. I wouldn't think of letting you down on that score."
"Very good. Let's get into it"