Chapter 11
That night Bob wasn't sure he would be able to give his mom a fuck. After the afternoon orgy his cock was rather tender. It was strange that after going out of his mind with horniness for years, he wasn't anxious to fuck when the chance was there.
All through dinner Bob avoided looking at his mother. He could feel her lust radiating from her body across the table. When dinner was over, Bob went into the living room and sat in his usual chair. Pat was in the kitchen. Bob thought about her gorgeous body, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. Well, he could make it if she really wanted to, but he'd just as soon wait until the next day.
It wasn't in the cards that Bob's cock would get a rest, though. When Pat was finished in the kitchen, she came and sat on the arm of his chair. The side of her ass leaned on Bob's arm, and she lowered her huge tit to the side of his head.
"What's the matter, honey? You don't seem to be your usual self," she said to him.
Usually her Mt bod that close to him would make him eager for her cunt. He could even smell the perfume of her body. But the afternoon's fucking and sucking had worn him out. He decided to tell his mother what had happened. Once she'd heard the story, she would understand and leave him alone for one evening.
As Bob related the day's events he managed to get himself excited, but not enough to be really horny. The story did have a powerful effect on Pat, though. Her cunt was dripping, and she was even breathing hard. She asked him to tell her certain parts of the story over again, and then she wanted to hear the episode where he got a blow job from the girl who was getting fucked doggy-style at the same time. Bob realized what he had done. His plan backfired, but he managed to get himself worked up enough to dick his mom.
"Listen, sweetheart," Pat said. "I can understand why you aren't in the mood. But I'm going out of my mind. Maybe I can do something to get you going."
Bob was willing to try, and he followed his mother upstairs. He was surprised when she didn't let him follow her into her room, however.
"You stay out here and keep your eye near that keyhole," she said, and went into her room.
Bob wondered if she knew he had peeked through that keyhole before they had become lovers. He didn't care now that he was on such intimate terms with his mother. He was even thinking about telling her about the time he dressed in her underwear. He would like to do it again with her there to watch.
Bob got down on his knees and looked through the keyhole like his mom had told him. He saw her walking around the room. Pat yelled through the door to ask if he could see all right. He assured her that he could. As he watched her through the little hole he began to understand her reasoning. It was exciting, even if it were only a game.
As Bob peered at her, his mother began unbuttoning her blouse. It was exciting, but Bob had seen her naked so often that he wasn't exactly losing control. Her tits appeared as she pulled her blouse off. This time she threw the garment on the bed, unlike the time he'd peeked without her knowing it. There was another difference too. Now Pat was cupping her tits in her hands. She held the jellied masses and moved them around. She spread them, pushed them together, and lifted them up. That gave Bob's cock some substance.
Pat pulled a chair into view and sat down. She was still wearing her pants. Bob looked at her and saw her lift one tit toward her mouth. Her tongue came out and licked the nipple. The dark disk became hard and puckered as Bob watched. He didn't know if the dreamy expression on his mother's face was part of the game, or if she was really getting off by sucking her own tit. In either case, it was working for Bob...
Suddenly she let her tit drop back to her chest. The heavy globe quivered madly before coming to rest beside, its twin. Pat put her hands on her stomach and moved them slowly down to the top of her pants. Her delicate fingers unbuttoned the button and pulled down the zipper. Then one hand disappeared. Bob could see the lump of her hand in her pants as it went down over her cunt and moved rhythmically. He had to give her credit; she knew how to turn on a tired fucker.
Bob had to shift his weight to make room for the lump of his hard cock. He saw his mother stand up and pull her pants down. Although he'd seen her do it a lot lately, watching through the keyhole made it much more exciting. Standing in her underwear, Pat put her hands on her crotch and rubbed it. Bob couldn't help puffing his own hand on his cock. Pat threw her head back, showing extreme rapture. If she were only acting, she should win an Oscar, Bob thought.
Pat pulled her white, nylon, bikini-style panties up around her waist, causing the crotch of the garment to slip into her crack. Bob loved the way the nylon formed a triangle above the triangle of curly hair, then disappeared into her cunt below. He could imagine how it felt. Pat put one hand behind her, and with the other she grabbed the front of the undies. She began moving the nylon back and forth like a shoeshine boy polishing a shoe. The expression on her face changed to one of extreme ecstasy, and Bob realized that it was no act. She was really getting off, and these were probably the very things she did to relieve her passion when she didn't have a guy around. That realization made the show much more exciting.
When Pat finally pulled the crotch of the panties from her gash and took the garment off, Bob thought how wet the nylon must be. The wanton mother sat down in the chair, brought her feet up to the seat, and spread her thighs. Bob could see the pink slit of wet pussy-flesh among the pubic hairs. Pat slipped one hand under her thigh and into her crotch. The middle finger wiggled up her cunt its full length. With her other hand she lifted her tit to her face, and began sucking the nipple again.
Seeing his mother's finger slide up her snatch gave Bob a bigger thrill than he would have expected. It made his cock as hard as it had been the first time he'd peeked through that keyhole. He was ready and eager to stick his mother with that renewed cock. He didn't want to stop the show by barging in on her; he was enjoying it too much. Bob was learning an important lesson. In all his horny years he thought the only thing he wanted was to fuck. But now he was realizing that there were other pleasures that were as sweet.
Pat had pulled her finger out of her tunnel and was diddling her clit. Bob could see her finger poking into the upper corner of the slot, and the rest of the slot shown pink beneath. The way she was reclining in the chair made her ass visible too. The smooth, white cheeks on either side of the dark crevice looked good to Bob as he changed eyes at the keyhole. The difficulty of peeping through that little hole was somehow making the whole thing more exciting.
There was no longer any doubt that Pat was really getting excited, and not just acting. Her legs were trembling with passion, and her jaw hung slack. Bob could even hear her voice filtered through the door as she began making those lascivious moans of hers. She began trembling more violently until her whole body was shaking. Her hand was working hard and fast on her twat. Bob saw that his mother burned as much energy on her masturbation as she did fucking, and she seemed to be getting even more pleasure out of it.
Finally, Bob got to the point of passion where he couldn't stay on the opposite side of the door from where that sexy creature was jerking off. He opened the door and went to where his mother was still in the throes of lust. He knelt before her and leaned on her quaking thighs. He got a good look at the finger that was rubbing hex clit. She was doing it harder than he had ever rubbed it for her. The odor of boiling cunt juice filled Bob's nostrils.
When his mother's body came to rest he kissed her thighs and sucked the cream from her finger. Then he took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. Her legs were wobbly from her exertions. Bob led her to the bed and laid her down. As she lay there watching him, he began to undress. When his mighty cock sprang out of his pants like spring steel, Pat smiled. They both knew that her technique had worked perfectly.
Bob spread himself down beside his mom and they embraced. She was still shaky from the orgasm that had ravaged her, but as they kissed, and Bob ran his hand over her ass, she began to revive. The burning head of her son's cock pressing into her belly gave Pat encouragement to get hot again, and she didn't have much trouble. One orgasm was just the beginning for Pat.
Bob slithered down her body until he was within licking distance of her cunt. Pat reached down and grabbed his leg and pulled him around until they were in the classic sixty-nine position, then, simultaneously, they took one another's twitching organs into their mouths. Bob couldn't concentrate on the blow job he was getting because he was busy eating pussy, but the pleasure spreading through him from his cock was taking him to the heights of passion.
It was a nice change to suck her pussy in that position. With his face upside down in her crotch, Bob found that he could spread her asscheeks and get a good look at her puckered asshole. He kept his eyes on that orifice as his tongue covered the wiggling inner lips of her drooling twat. He reached his head farther between her legs, and gave the tight hole a few licks before going back to the pussy.
Bob nibbled at the front of her cunt and reached around her hip so he could play with her asshole with his fingers. He poked a fingertip into her asshole and wiggled it around. It was too dry in there to do much, so Bob began dipping his finger in her cunt and bringing the clear, slippery juice to her anus. The tight hole was soon lubricated well enough for him to stick his finger in without much trouble.
Pat showed her son that she liked what he was doing to her ass by sticking her own finger in his ass. Bob loved the way it felt. She used her saliva to lubricate her finger, and it worked pretty well. Pat massaged her boy's prostate gland from within his ass, and Bob felt the pressure of his simmering gism increase almost to the bursting point.
Pat's thighs were trembling again, and Bob concentrated his tonguing on her clit. He was approaching a climax himself and thought it would be nice for them to come together. He figured that his mother was closer to coming than he was, so he eased up on her a bit. Then, when he felt his body buzz with lust, he drilled her clit with his vibrating tongue-tip.
The bed was absorbing the quaking of their exploding bodies as they both hit the ecstatic heights. Pat wouldn't have guessed that her son had spent the afternoon ejaculating into a bunch of young girls, judging by the amount of gism he was pumping into her mouth. She kept her head bobbing on the cock-shaft until the dong stopped jerking and spewing.
Meanwhile, Bob was holding tight to his mother's hips and she bucked her body in the fit of sexual bliss she was caught up in. He kept licking her cunt until she grabbed his head and stopped him. Once her orgasm was completed Pat's pussy became very ticklish.
The two spent fuckers lay where they were for a while before Bob swung himself around to lie next to the lusty woman again. They held onto each other, and floated in the post-orgasmic weightlessness for a long time. Bob's cock felt cool as the saliva from his mother's mouth evaporated. They drifted and might even have dozed a little before they were ready far another go at it.
Bob came back to his senses, and felt a gentle hand on his limp prick. As his cock grew, the hand on it tightened its grip. He lifted his arm and dropped his hand on the hairy crotch that he had sucked and fucked so often lately. He let his middle finger sink into the soft, wet folds, and let it move lazily around in there. His mother was handling his prick with the same tenderness.
Very gradually, they increased the manipulation of each other's pleasure-points until they were both back in the world of horny need. Bob had never come so many times in one day, even in his wildest jerking-off periods. He knew he could come every hour, on the hour, as long as he had a sexy chick like his mom to coax him along.
As his passion grew, he pushed his finger higher up his mother's pussy. He put his index finger on the puckered asshole and pressed it in. It was still wet enough for him to get it in and wiggle it around easily. Pat began moving her hips in a sensuous grind as his two fingers drove her crazy with new passion. Bob liked the way he had her impaled on the fork of his two strong fingers.
Bob was getting more and more obsessed with the tight canal of his mother's smooth-walled asshole. He felt around in there with his index finger. Reaching up the funky chamber as far as he could proved to him that there was plenty of room for his cock, if he could squeeze the fat thing through the tight entrance.
Bob had had his own fingers up his ass, as well as his mother's, and he knew it felt real good, and he messed that his mother would like to feel his huge prick shoved up her ass. She seemed to like the way his finger felt up there.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," he said to her.
"Oh, Bobby baby!" Pat gasped breathlessly, and he could tell that the idea excited her. "Stick your cock in my cunt fist to get it wet, so it won't hurt."
Bob began moving between his mother's legs to do as she said. She spread for him and his cock slid into her twat. It felt so good to both of them that they both hated to feel his prick slide out, but they knew it would be worth it. As Bob got up on his knees, Pat rolled over on her stomach. Her back had a beautiful curve from her armpits to the flare of her hips. The asscheeks looked like a comfortable pillow for Bob's bony pelvis when he stabbed his mom's ass with his shaft.
Putting a hand on each cheek, he spread them and looked at the puckered aperture between them. The target looked so cute nestling in that deep valley that Bob was almost overcome with the taught of what he was about to do. If someone had told him a few weeks ago that he would be sticking his cock into his mother's ass he wouldn't have believed it, but now that was what he was going to do.
Pat reached behind her and touched her whole with a fingerful of saliva to help lubricate the opening. Bob brought his cock, glistening with cunt juice, to the lipless mouth, and pressed his cockhead against it. At first nothing happened. He lifted the knob and put it back an the target, making sure it was right in the center of the brown, puckered dot. Then he pushed again. Pat pushed out with her ass too, and between both of their efforts, Bob's cock began sinking into the narrow pit.
Bob and Pat kept shoving against each other until the prick was entirely sunk. It was such a fantastic sensation to have his cock held in the tight and relatively dry tunnel that Bob could feel his wild heart beating in his cock. Pat could feel the rhythmic twitching of his tool as it reached up her ass, too.
When Bob started stroking his dong in and out, the tight ring of sphincter muscle held his loose skin still, and only the head and inner shaft moved back and forth, like when he jerked off. This was about a million times better than that, though.
With every thrust, sob's pelvis crashed into the lovely, fleshy mounds of her ass as his cockhead drove high up her ass-tube. Pat began grunting passionately with his onslaughts. Bob reached around his mother's hip and pushed his hand to her crotch. Slipping a finger into the lips of her cunt, he found her clit and rubbed it. The combination of having her ass penetrated and her clit diddled drove Pat wild. Beneath the weight of her son's body her own body writhed and gyrated in a fit of uncontrollable lust..
Bob was nearing an orgasm, and he wanted his mother to have one with him. He increased his finger motion on her clit, and felt her body increase its convulsive movements at the same rate. Bob's knees were firmly planted on the bed, giving him leverage to plow her ass, but the rest of his body was being bounced by the mad woman's gyrations.
As his juices started to flow, Bob knew it was going to be a good climax, and judging by the way his mother was going berserk below him, she was doing all right for herself too. Bob's gism began spurting into the tight grip of her ass, and the presence of the slimy stuff made his cock slide much easier. It was strange to feel such a different sensation at the end of the fuck; it gave it an extra something that thrilled Bob. He thought it would be nice to have seconds on a chick's ass, so it would be Nil of the slippery juice when he pierced it.
Pat was still jumping under him, so Bob kept his prick going and his finger diddling until the lusty woman stopped her frenetic twitching. He lay on top of Pat with his cock shrinking in her ass. Their mouths were open, and they panted in exhausted bliss. When Bob finally rolled off her, they told each other how terrific it had been. When Bob remembered how he hadn't been interested in fucking at all until his mother had taken matters into her own hands, he knew he was learning about fucking from an expert.
Chapter Twleve
Bob was taking an afternoon off from his labors with his jalopy. Bill had shown up with some dynamite grass, and they decided to go to the park to smoke it. It was a beautiful, warm and sunny day, and there wasn't anything that Bob liked better than to go to the park and get stoned.
As the two boys wandered around among the trees and flowers, they passed the joint back and forth between them. By the time it was gone, they were floating several inches above the soft carpet of grass beneath their feet. The colors of the sky and flowers looked so much more brilliant than it had before they smoked, and when a butterfly batted its wings about their heads they almost keeled over from sheer delight.
They decided to take advantage of the high feeling and do something unusual. Bob hadn't climbed a tree in a long time, and he remembered what nice views he would get from high in the old oaks in the park. He led Bill to a grave full of the ancient trees. They found one that would be easy to climb once they got up to the first branch. That first one was pretty high though, and Bill had to give Bob a boost, then Bob had to let Bill tug on his leg as he scrambled up to join him.
They climbed high into the free; so high that the tree was thinning out and swaying under their might. From that vantage point they could look out and survey the whole city. It was just the thing for stoned contemplation. They were both in heaven as a warm breeze, that couldn't be felt on the ground, caressed their flushed cheeks.
After about an hour in the treetop, they began to get uncomfortable, and started down. Before they got near the jumping-off point, they heard voices. Instinctively they froze and waited to see what was going an. The voices were feminine, and there seemed to be two girls. The familiar smell of marijuana was the next thing they became aware of. They didn't stir, and soon two chicks came into view. They were passing a skinny cigarette and jabbering away merrily.
Without saying a word, the boys in the tree looked at each other and conveyed the message, "Let's just be still and see what these girls do. It might be fun."
The chicks sat on the grass right under the tree and finished the joint they were smoking. When one of them put her arm around the other the bays were surprised and suddenly excited. Bob had to brace himself in the crotch of a limb to make sure he wouldn't fall out of the tree. This might turn out to be a really lucky break.
Snuggling up to one another, the girls put their faces together and kissed. The guys above looked at each other again with excited and thrilled expressions on their faces. Then they looked down, not to take their eyes from those girls for quite a while. They saw them grab each other's tits and squeeze them. Both boys imagined the way those tits would feel if it were their hands around them.
The girl's hands disappeared under their jerseys as the boys hoped for more. They weren't to be disappointed. Soon, one of the chicks pulled her jersey up over her head. She had nice big and firm jugs. It was interesting to be able to see them from above. The top of the girl's head, with her brown hair streaming from the part don the middle, stood between the protruding mounds of white flesh.
The girl with the naked tits helped her Mend pull off her jersey and the guys could compare two sets of gorgeous boobs. The girls fell on their sides and kissed again. From their perch, the guys could see their tits mash together in a pile of quivering flesh. They both wished they could join the chicks, but they knew that if they tried, they would probably just end the whole show. They would have to content themselves with watching, and hope they weren't seen. They both knew that the girls would be lying down and looking up, but there was a profusion of leaves and branches between the guys and the lesbians on the pound, and if they were absolutely still and quiet, they would be able to remain unseen.
The girls were really warming up. One of them, the blond, had slid down the other's body and was sucking at her tits. The brown-haired one had brown nipples, and the blond had bright-pink ones. The brunette was going wild under the tit-sucking she was getting. She wound up flat on her back, squeeze them. Both boys imagined the way those tits would feel if it were their hands around them.
The girl's hands disappeared under their jerseys as the boys hoped for more. They weren't to be disappointed. Soon, one of the chicks pulled her jersey up over her head. She had nice big and firm jugs. It was interesting to be able to see them from above. The top of the girl's head, with her brown hair streaming from the part don the middle, stood between the protruding mounds of white flesh.
The girl with the naked tits helped her Mend pull off her jersey and the guys could compare two sets of gorgeous boobs. The girls fell on their sides and kissed again. From their perch, the guys could see their tits mash together in a pile of quivering flesh. They both wished they could join the chicks, but they knew that if they tried, they would probably just end the whole show. They would have to content themselves with watching, and hope they weren't seen. They both knew that the girls would be lying down and looking up, but there was a profusion of leaves and branches between the guys and the lesbians on the pound, and if they were absolutely still and quiet, they would be able to remain unseen.
The girls were really warming up. One of them, the blond, had slid down the other's body and was sucking at her tits. The brown-haired one had brown nipples, and the blond had bright-pink ones. The brunette was going wild under the tit-sucking she was getting. She wound up flat on her back, winding her body around in sensuous wiggles and holding the blond's head tight against her boob. The guys could see one of her tits wobble around while her girl friend sucked the other.
The blond moved her sucking face from one tit to the other, and the guys in the tree could see how wet her tits were left after a sucking. Bob thought about how his mother's tits had felt stuffed in his mouth with the hard nipple an his tongue. He wished he had some spongy tit in his mouth at that moment.
When the blond continued down the ether's body, both guys hoped she was going to do what they would have. As she kissed her lover's belly, her hands unfastened her pants. The brunette lifted her hips so the bland could pull down her pants. The boys had a quick glance of the girl's hairy triangle, and it almost knocked them out of the tree. Then the sight was blocked by the back of the blond's head.
They could see the blond head moving over the dark pussy, and could imagine her mouth nuzzling in that kinky hair of her friend's cunt.
The blond moved between the legs of the brunette, and made herself comfortable for some serious cunt lapping. The girl lying on her back spread and lifted her legs, giving her friend plenty of room. The boys watched the expression on the chick's face, and saw mounting passion and lust on her features. Whimpering moans of pleasure rose to the ears in the tree, sending the message of the girl's pleasure to the horny voyeurs. The sound caused the guys to flush with longing and sexual greed.
They watched the girl being overwhelmed by her orgasm. While she rested, the blond stood up and pulled off her pants. The guys could see her tits and ass sticking out from opposite sides of her body from their vantage point directly above her. The lusty blond walked over to the victim of her lapping job, and stood right over her head, with a foot beside each of the girl's ears.
The girl on the ground was getting the view from the bottom while the boys in the tree got the view from the top. Then the blond bent her knees and lowered her cunt on the brunette's face. She looked down as the girl under her began eating her pussy. It would have been possible for the cunt lapping broad to see the guys above her if she only looked their way, but they didn't think she would. They wouldn't be looking into trees if they were in her position.
Bob saw Bill moving around and looking up. His friend was pulling his stiff cock out. Bob couldn't blame his buddy for wanting to jerk off, and he wanted to too. As Bill began to slowly stroke his cock Bob pulled his out too. Both boys were soon unconsciously flogging their tools high over the perverted act on the ground.
The blond, squatting over her lover's head, began trembling in passionate lust. As her body shook with the pleasure her friend was providing with her tongue, the boys were beginning to feel the joy of sex radiating through their bodies too. They tried to go slow, but it wasn't easy with the sight of the two lesbians going at it below them.
While they were still pumping their cocks, the blond began wailing and shaking. Suddenly she seemed to pop off the brunette's face like a piece of toast. She collapsed beside her lezzy lover, and they embraced. Both guys were nearing an orgasm, and now they had a good view of each of the gorgeous bodies beneath the tree. Bob shot first. His gism sprayed into the leaves. Bill followed by a few seconds.
They continued jerking their cocks until every drop was spent, and they kept their eyes on the naked girls kissing below. Bob saw the blond reach for her thigh and touch herself. Then she jumped up to a sitting position, looking at her fingers. Her face suddenly turned upward. The boys could see her eyes focusing on them. The brunette was wiping spots of gism from herself too.
"You motherfuckers!" the blond yelled in a shrill voice. "What's the big idea?"
The guys were frozen with embarrassment. They still had their cocks in their fists. The brunette didn't seem to have minded the shower. She was licking the drops of thick gism from her fingers and smiling up at the boys. Neither of the boys could think of a thing to say, so they just shaved their pricks back in their pants and sat where they were.
The blond started pulling on her clothes, while the brunette kept licking her fingers. The blond yelled at her love to get dressed and she obeyed slowly. When the blond was dressed she grabbed her darker friend by the wrist and began pulling her away from the grove. The brunette was still pulling up her pants and looking back at the guys in the tree with that same smile on her face. She seemed reluctant to leave.
When they were out of sight, the boys looked at each other and began to howl with amazed delight. They could hardly believe what they'd seen. As they laughed, they heard the word "Assholes!" shouted from the direction of the girls had disappeared in. Apparently they had heard the howling laughter. The boys started howling all over again.
They got down from the free and walked around some more. They couldn't wait to tell the other guys what they had seen, but they knew they would have a hard time convincing them that it was true. It hadn't been far from the place where they had that orgy the week before. Bob decided that it would be a good idea to hang around in the park more often.
The memory of those two girls eating each other's cunts stayed with Bob. He wondered if his mother had ever done anything like that. If she had, he would have liked to watch, or, even better, to participate. He would have to tell her about the things he saw in the park and ask her what she thought about it all. If Bob knew that his mother had eaten her first pussy the same day that he first ate her cunt, he would have been happy and excited..