Chapter 6
Something awakened Chris and he sat up in bed. He looked at the clock. It was past midnight. He wondered if it was his mother. She hadn't come home for supper. He heard voices whispering and got out of bed.
It was one of those still, clear nights when even a thin slice of moon was enough to see by. All he had on was pajama bottoms and he shivered.
He went silently through the dark house, stopping abruptly when he got to the living room. His mother was sitting on the couch with a man. They were kissing and Chris felt a pang of jealousy like he always did when she was with a man. A small light was on in the corner, casting the room in pale light.
"Oh, Jack," he heard her say. Her legs were straight out in front of her, and the guy had his hand under her skirt.
"Nita, baby, I do love you. You know it," Jack said.
He pushed her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties and he buried his knuckles in her thick bush.
"We shouldn't, darling, Chris is here," she said.
"The kid's asleep. We'll be quiet."
Nita melted against him, pushing against his hand. "Oh, Jack, darling," she sighed, and kissed him.
He opened his pants and pulled out "his cock. It looked white and smooth in the dim light. It was quite long, and slim, and very hard.
Nita's hand slid down and gripped him, squeezing hard, then started to slowly slide up and down.
"Yes, Jack, yes," she moaned. "I need it, I need it so much."
Nita always needed it. She couldn't seem to get enough.
She was quickly on her back, her skirt up over her hips, her legs open, waiting for him. Jack came down between her legs, his cock gliding in with one smooth motion. Nita moaned, hunched up, her legs going high and draping softly over his back.
Jack humped vigorously. She clung to him, grunting softly, her legs tightening over his back. They had fucked scarcely a minute before she started coming. She came so easily, and knew she would have several more before he made it.
Her legs had come back down and she was lifting up against him when he stopped. He sat up quickly.
"Wha... what's the matter?" she cried.
"Went soft," Jack said.
"You didn't come, did you?"
She started to sit up and he pushed her back.
"No, I didn't come," he said.
"Is something wrong? Have I done something?"
"No, it's not your fault."
He got to his feet, pushed his cock into his pants.
"I'm going home," he said.
"Don't leave me, not like this," she cried.
"It's no good, Nita. Marie is getting suspicious; we've got to stop seeing each other."
"But... but you said... "
"I know what I said," he snarled. "Don't make this any harder than it is. I've got three kids to think about, besides, she wouldn't give me a divorce."
"You promised, you — "
"Just shut up... please. It's over. It was fun, but it's over. Forget what I said. Forget me."
"Jack, darling!"
She started to cry.
"Don't go, don't go."
"Shit, I knew you wouldn't let go. Well, I'm leaving, and I don't want to ever see you again. I don't love you and I never did. You were just a good fuck, nothing else, and now that's over, too."
He zipped up his pants and stomped out of the room. The front door slammed behind him.
When Chris came in, she was sitting up, sobbing hysterically.
"Mom, mom, what's the matter?"
"Chris, were you listening? Did you hear... "
"I heard you crying, mom. What's wrong?"
He sat down and put his arms around her. She reeked of alcohol. She went soft in his arms, still sobbing.
"Oh, Chris, I don't want you to see me like this. I'm drunk and I'm unhappy. Oh, I'm so unhappy."
"The bastard, the dirty bastard. I'll get him for this."
"Oh, no, Chris, it's not his fault, not really, it's mine. I don't know why I need a man so much, I just do. It's so lonely for a divorced woman. All they want is... they think a divorced woman is an easy mark, just an easy lay. Oh, Chris!"
He felt her tears on his neck, on his shoulder. She was so soft and warm, so full, so sexy.
Nita Fraser was too sexy for her own good, and she was an easy mark, just an easy lay. She was blonde and built and well aware of the effect she had on men, yet unable to admit the effect they had on her. She was desperately in need of affection, constantly seeking reassurance of her charms, and since she was a highly sexed woman, there was only one way to get that assurance.
She married Chris's father when she was seventeen and divorced him when she was twenty. She had still loved him, but he was a wife beater, and after three years of battering, she could take no more. She had not seen nor heard from him since. She avoided men completely for three long years, but once she started dating again it was one man after another. Her biggest weakness was married men, and after a torrid, heart-breaking affair, had packed up and took Chris and left the city. They had been here for two years. She had been going with Jack on the sly for three months, but it was over now.
She hugged her son, unable to stop the deep hurting sobbing. Chris felt her voluptuous body against his, saw her perfect legs exposed almost to the crotch. His heart went out to her in pity, but still his cock hardened with lust.
"Don't cry, mother, I'll take care of you. I'll give you what you need. I love you, mother, and I want you, want you so much," he said.
His words didn't jell in her befuddled mind until she felt his hands inside her blouse, felt her brassiere come free, felt his cool hands caressing her ripe mounds.
"Oh, Chris, no, no... " she cried.
She clung to him, but he pried her arms loose and removed her blouse. He was much stronger than she'd imagined, and she felt so weak and helpless.
"Chris, stop," she moaned, and put her arms around him again, pressing her marvelous tits against his bare chest.
"Shhhhh, mother, don't talk. You need me and I need you. It's reason enough," he said.
She couldn't seem to concentrate. Everything was unreal. She didn't know when he removed his pajama bottoms, or how he got her on her back on the couch. Then she realized he was lying on top of her and she felt him enter. It was a quick, short thrust, forcing his cock in all the way.
"Darling, Chris, my baby... you can't, we mustn't," she moaned, but her knees were already coming up and her ass was grinding against him.
"Aw, Chris baby, no... you feel so good, but you have to stop, you, you... "
Their lips met and her arms were around him. Her legs came up and gripped his waist. It was the way she liked it best; locked around a man, rocking under him.
"Fuck me, Chris, fuck me," she hissed into his mouth.
Chris had developed great restraint in his short training period, but he wasn't fucking one of the Condon women now. It was his wonderful mother, and he pumped violently, straining hard for a come.
"Not so fast, Chris," Nita cried.
She was coming up fast, but didn't want him to get there before she did. She had to come. She always had to come. Goddamn, she was getting close and jerked convulsively, her arms and legs tightening around his body.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming, darling," she gasped. "Do it, Chris, do it; come with me... ooooh, my darling baby."
Nita was inflamed with the idea of fucking with her son. She had imagined what it would be like many times, but always rejected the thoughts, feeling they were perverse and against society.
She decided to go against society this once. She was coming hard and it was her own son bringing her off. It would never happen again, but she was going to enjoy it now.
"Mom, mom, I'm coming too," Chris cried.
He was in to the hilt and spurting. He hardly moved, letting her cunt do the work. Her cunt contracted around his prick, sucking the stuff from his balls.
Finally, they lay still, Nita's legs dropping weakly from his back. She still held him tight in her arms. He felt so good there, so warm and alive.
"Oh, Chris, for a moment there I thought I was in heaven," she said.
"I was, too, mom, and I still am. I've wanted to fuck you for a long, long time."
"Hush, darling, don't spoil it."
"Nothing can spoil it. You won't need those other men now; you have me."
Nita avoided his words. She concentrated on how pleasant it was to have him like this, how good his cock, still hard, felt inside of her. She needed this part, too, the understanding and gentle caresses afterward. She felt warm and good inside.
"Chris, Chris,, my darling baby, I need this so much, the weight of a man on top of me, the heat of him inside me. I love it so. So many men have fucked me, and I loved them all. I see a cock and feel it and squeeze it and I want it. I want it hard and throbbing, lunging up into my pussy."
She didn't know why she was telling him this, but she couldn't stop. She had to tell him, make him understand.
"I live to fuck, Chris, everything else seems unimportant. I... oooh, baby, you're getting hard again. I can feel it." I "Let's go to bed, mother."
"No, no, I couldn't stand it to be apart for even an instant, not right now, anyway. Fuck me again, darling, right here, now. Oh, Chris, fuck me!"
Chris started to fuck again. This time she lay still, her legs open. She wanted to feel that he was doing it alone, almost without consent, using her like all the men had before him.
"You're good, Chris, my God, you're good," she cried. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
She was moving with him now. She couldn't stop herself he felt so good. She was wide open and soaking wet, and he wasn't that large, yet it was exquisite the way he slid in and out. She would come again, and then maybe again.
Chris was more in control of himself now, and knew when she made it. He brought her to the peak twice and then stopped.
"Let's go to bed, Nita," he said.
"You didn't come yet," she said.
"No, not yet. There's plenty of time for that. I want to fuck you until dawn."
"Chris, you're so grown up, so mature. I had no idea. I've been with few men who could do what you're doing. Yes, darling, let's go to bed and make love until dawn."
They went to the bedroom, removed what little clothing Nita still wore, and got on the bed together. Chris kneeled beside her and started kissing her tits, drawing her nipples to hard, little peaks. He moved slowly down her torso until his lips were at her cunt. She gurgled with contentment when his mouth closed against her cunt.
"Yes, Chris... ooooh, my darling, eat me!"
She held his head, pressing his mouth tight, her hips squirming.
"Darling, darling, lay beside me... yes, yes like that. I want to love you, too."
He was stretched out and she took his cock into her mouth. They lay sixty-nine sucking each other. Chris had intended to hold out for a long time, to fuck her again after he finished with his mouth, but her hps were too urgent, her sucking too insistant.
She had to have him like this; her hps cried out for his seed, and she was rewarded with his warm spill. He tensed and pushed against her while his come squirted into her mouth. She sucked gently, drawing the goo out and swallowing, and then sucking for more.
"I pleased you this time," she said, after he was drained.
"Oh, mother, it was so good," he said.
They went to sleep locked in each other's arms.
Nita awoke the next morning with a warm, delicious feeling deep in her cunt. She dreamily enjoyed the pleasant, vaguely familiar sensation for a long while before realizing what was happening.
She was lying on her stomach, her ass up, and Chris was on top of her, his prick buried deep in her ass.
"Oh, no, Chris," she whispered. How did the boy know? she thought. Did he sense it, or... or was ass fucking hereditary?
"Does it feel good, Nita, mother?" Chris asked.
"Wonderful," Nita sighed.
It was the first time she had been taken this way since her divorce. With Frank, it had been a regular thing. They had started it while dating to avoid pregnancy. It hurt her the first time, but she grew to love it, to prefer it. They had continued ass fucking after they married. Frank was often too rough, but she loved it, and now her son was riding her ass, thrusting deep, cupping both tits in his hands. A delicious thrill sailed through her body and she sighed with contentment. Everything was perfect now, even though she had vowed before falling asleep that their brief, sexual affair must end.
Chris had awakened when the first rays of sunshine streamed through the window and gazed at his lovely mother lying on her belly. Her fantastic ass was all smooth and white and inviting as it lifted gently with her breathing. He couldn't resist. He felt his cock harden at the sight and eased himself on top of her, and after wetting her hole with spit on his finger, pushed in. His finger had gone in surprisingly easy.
Nita Fraser had a remarkable ass. It was almost her crowning glory. In tight pants or shorts, it was a sight to behold, and she often lewdly revealed it in a tiny bikini. Nita still did justice to a bikini. She hardened the stubbornest of cocks. She had used it often to attract a man. Too few, however, realized its glorious potential, Chris being only the second to take her from the rear.
She had lain for a long time, moaning softly, before she roused. Chris had feared she might be angry; his fears proved groundless.
"Good, good," she moaned, "go slow, Chris, make it last a long, long time."
"I was afraid you might not like it."
"Not like it? Chris, I love it."
She raised her ass to meet him, enveloping him deeper.
It would probably bring her only one come, but what a come it would be. She could already feel the sweet sensations his caressing cock was bringing. She seemed so much more sensitive there. She could feel the length of his shaft and the ridge at the bottom of his cock. In her cunt, she felt only that she was filled, that it was good, even when the cock was much larger. Her ass felt it, defined it, absorbing it into her very being.
"Chris, darling, it's getting so good, so good. Can you hold out a bit longer?"
"Not much longer."
"Just a bit, a little bit. I want to come first, feel the shock in my ass, in my cunt, too, before you come in me."
Chris knew he could give her maybe a few more seconds. His cock was tingling, itching to purge itself. He gritted his teeth and stroked steadily with long, slow strokes.
She came then, a low moan escaping her lips, her ass coming up, twisting, turning. He kept fucking, his release a second away. He felt it then and fucked faster, harder, grunting each time his cock belched out a wad of come.
Nita felt his come flood her, something she didn't experience when it was deep in her cunt. She felt its wetness, its warmth, and floated on a cloud of orgasm and it went on and on, a soft glow of pleasure. She realized how much she had missed it all these years. It was the best way, easily the best way.
"Empty yourself, Chris, but don't pull out, just let it soften inside. I love the feeling," she said, dreamily.
Chris stopped and lay heavily on her back, clutching a tit in each hand, kissing her neck and ears.
"Did you like it, mother?"
"I loved it, darling."
"Can we do it again?"
"Any time you wish, as often as you wish. Every day, twice a day, all the time. Oh, my darling, I feel so Goddamn good."