Chapter 2
Once the intense tongue kissing reached its crescendo level, Ed felt the necessity to remove his tongue from Irene's mouth.
He let his tongue drop down to her breasts for a short time, where he licked her a few swift, flicking strokes.
Mona could tell, though, that Ed was past the licking stage. It was time for him to move on to something else.
He looked down at his hard cock, appraising it, then moving it forward.
"I need you," he said, "I need you right now, Irene."
"Are you getting ready to throw your big cock into high gear?" she asked smilingly.
"Isn't that what we were building up to?"
"You'd better believe it. I want your hot fires inside me."
"So they can put out your fires?" he nodded knowingly.
"That's where it's at, baby. I need your fuck, and I need it bad. Oh, my pussy's so damn hot."
Ed decided to search out her pussy with his fingers, so he reached down with his right hand and allowed his fingers to manipulate over her snatch. He played with it for several seconds, then rubbed his finger ever so gently against her love button.
"Oh, you're driving me insane," she gasped. "I can't take any more of that, honey. Take your finger out of my clit. Start fucking me."
"Hang on, because that's my next step," he laughed.
Mona could tell that it was making Ed feel highly prideful to know that he had his lover to that point, where she was virtually begging for him to enter her.
Ed watched as Irene's legs slid outward ever so accommodatingly. He observed the glistening red pussy hairs, so wet and irresistible.
Irene's legs began to churn as he pushed his cock forward, getting set to enter her with one spectacular, devastating forward thrust.
Ed reached out and allowed his fingers to grip her thighs. As he entered his lover, he wanted to grip her tightly.
With one swift lightning bolt, he entered her, stabbing his flaming pecker inside her mound.
He slipped it ever deeper inside her moist furnace, not wasting any time. Perhaps on other occasions he would be inclined to enter her more slowly, to take things as they came, but not then. It meant too much to him to score quickly. After all, there were only so many preliminaries that he could withstand, after which the dire necessity would emerge to fuck her mound convincingly, to stab her until he got his rocks off.
Mona was excited by the sounds of her son's heavy breathing as he pumped his cock back and forth. He manipulated his body in a jack-knife fashion, sending surging stabs into her, pumping ever deeper, using his tool as a blunt weapon.
It was the kind of weapon that Irene liked. Even though he was hurting her somewhat as a result of the burning consistency of his strokes, it was the kind of pleasure-pain syndrome in which she liked to be.
There was nothing more befitting to Irene, or nothing that made her feel a greater sense of joy, than to receive the hot piercing stabs of her lover's cock.
He kept grinding it ever deeper inside her mound, her hips splaying more widely than before and the gasps becoming frequent and repetitive.
"Fuck me, fuck me, drive your prick into me," Irene sighed with a new sense of desperation. "I need it, darling. Oh, put out the burning fires inside me. Put out the fires in my pussy well. Drive your cock into me, darling. Oh, I want it."
The longer he kept up his surging pecker stabs, the faster that her buttocks sharply rotated. She flipped her body back and forth with athletic precision, meeting his grinding forward stabs.
He reached out and ran his fingers up and down her back, enjoying the firm contact with her skin as he kept on sending his cock into her. He pushed it into her to the greatest extent possible, shoving deeply, pushing it until he wondered if it would come out of her spine.
He liked the tightness of her organ, and with each increasing fuck, a new familiarity pattern emerged within Ed. He was getting to know his woman so well that he could anticipate her every responsive move.
Whenever he would wiggle his ass cheeks, get set, and plunge his cock into the farthest depths of her pussy pink slit, she would in turn wiggle her buttocks and flip her body upward.
The longer that their bodies intermeshed, the more swiftly her body began to rotate. As the rotation efforts became swifter, their buttocks would flounce unrestrainedly up and down on the bed.
The surging stabs were becoming more abrupt now as Ed found himself moving irresistibly toward orgasm.
He knew that once he had pushed his prick into her to the deepest extent, that it wouldn't be long before the surging white juices spilled out of the end of his pecker. There was just no other way. He could withstand only so much sensation, particularly after a series of stimulating preliminaries.
"Kiss me," she sighed, "I'm gonna cum, baby."
No sooner did Ed sink his lips against those of his lover than he could feel additional juices surfacing within her. It made her wetter and more irresistible as he kept up his pumping. He liked the fact that she had shot, and her whole body trembled as she detonated her orgasmic blast.
He viewed her orgasm as a great omen. It meant that he would be only a short distance behind, and once the juices spilled out of him, he would feel a great sense of relief.
Desire filled his inner being as he kept up his stirring movements. After removing his lips from hers, he decided to sink his tongue inside her mouth.
The tongues converged with explosive enjoyment, and her hips kept on manipulating back and forth, meeting his every swift stab.
The tongues continued to lock, and soon he recognized there was no way to hold off the flood tide of burning passions that were building in his cock and balls.
His testicles bulged with delight, and he knew he was only a few strokes away. A few more hot stabs inside her wet mound and he would be off.
His breath came in short, puffy gasps as he moved into the last few strokes.
Once he released his tongue from her mouth, he heaved a loud sigh, exclaiming:
"Get ready for a hot fuck. I'm gonna be off inside you."
"Keep drilling me," she sighed, "keep your pecked inside me, darling. I want it. I want you."
He threw his arms around her with a new surge of dramatic desperation.
His body trembled as he put everything he had into every forward thrust, driving his penis ever deeper into her hot gash.
Ed felt the wetness within her, and knowing that she had orgasmed gave him that much more incentive. He had to get his juices off inside her pussy.
While he wound his way ever closer to the point of climax, he reached down and cupped his fingers around her buttocks.
He pinched her ass cheeks fervently as the streams of hot white orgasmic liquid began to sail out of the end of his long cock and into her mound.
The burning juices skyrocketed within her, and as they seethingly entered her, her legs and ass cheeks rocked.
"You're there, you're there," she cried out.
He delivered one last surging kiss to her lips, then rolled off her after he had finished climaxing.
It was as if every ounce of energy had been removed from him. He was drained of his sexual energies, having pushed himself to his very limits.
As Ed lay next to Irene, stroking her hair gently, Mona recognized that it was time for her to make her move.
She steadied herself, heaved a long sigh, then opened the door all the way.
The moment that the door flung open, a startled Ed looked up and turned around.
His body froze instantly, then he straightened up and stared into his mother's face as she entered the room.
"So I caught you two in the act," she shrieked. "Sure, you knew your mother wouldn't be home, so you could get away with anything you wanted to. Isn't that right, Ed ? "
"Mom, we can explain," Ed said.
"There's nothing to explain," Mona shouted. "You little slut. You get your clothes on and get out of here. I never want to see you again."
"Don't talk to her like that. It was my fault."
"I'm sure part of it was," Mona said bitterly, "but it always takes two to tango."
"Don't be so angry, mom. Hell, I'm seventeen years old. I'm not a kid anymore."
"That's a laugh. You're a kid in every respect but physical. I'd like to see you develop your mind a little more."
"I'm just having a good time."
"Indeed you are. Get out of here, young lady."
Mona faced Irene, frowning as her eyes stared daggers into the young college freshman.
Irene said nothing. Her lips trembled as she got up from the bed and quickly began to slip on her panties.
"Clear out of here fast," Mona said in a threatening tone to Irene. "I'll have a talk with you later, Ed."
Ed looked at Irene, shrugging his shoulders helplessly.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said softly after Mona left the room. "It just couldn't be helped."
"We took an awful chance. I shouldn't have done it. We shouldn't have had sex here," Irene said with regret.
"It doesn't do us any good to cry over spilled milk," Ed said philosophically.
"I guess not," Irene shook her head.