Chapter 3
Diane Johnson looked out the cabin window at the endless snow and silently cursed her luck. This was definitely the last place she wanted to be. Just to be up here in the middle of nowhere for a few days was bad enough, but after what this damned blizzard had done to the roads they were stranded indefinitely.
Longing for the city, Diane sulked in her chair and thought about what she was missing by being here. Her loss could be summed up in a single three-letter word-S-E-X.
Diane's lover these days was named Chad. He was just a kid really, young enough to be her own son. But his youth was what she liked about him best. His cock never got tired and he was hung so big! Diane was never satisfied until he'd fucked her in the mouth, pussy and ass with that beautiful prick, filling her holes with his teenaged cum. Fucking Chad was completely different than fucking her husband, Ken.
Chad worked as a bagboy in a supermarket. Diane had first seduced him one day when he'd carried her groceries to the car, putting out for him right in the back of the station wagon. Since then she'd done things with Chad that she'd have never dreamed of doing with Ken. How she wished she could do them now instead of being trapped in this stupid cabin.
As she thought about what she was missing with Chad, Diane's hand strayed between her legs. She began unconsciously rubbing her yearning pussy through her tight jeans. Then she moaned without really being aware of it and heard a familiar voice. "You all right, Mom?" Jolted back into reality, Diane looked up. There was her son. She'd been so caught up in her erotic fantasy that she'd forgotten Mark was even there in the same room.
"Uh, yes, of course, I'm fine," Diane lied, her pulse racing. Then to distract him, she added, "Wonder what happened to your father and your sister."
"Still out in the snow, I guess," Mark answered. "And they can have it. I just can't get into it myself this trip."
Mark's words seemed detached. But his eyes had plenty of life in them. They flickered as though the flames in the fireplace were reflected directly in them. And as Diane attempted to inch her hand away from her crotch, she realized that her son was quietly watching her every move.
"Cabin fever, huh?" she' said, her pussy throbbing with vitality. On a reckless impulse, she put her hand where it had originally been -right between her legs.
Mark took a deep breath. "Looks like you're pretty restless yourself, Mom." He stared openly at the crux of her semi-parted thighs, watching her fingers fiddling with the zipper of her fly.
Diane stared, too. It was like she was seeing her son for the first time. It had never occurred to her how boyishly handsome he was. Just about as good looking as Chad, as a matter of fact. What other similarities did they share, besides their ages?
With subtle movements, her fingertips nudged the zipper of her jeans gradually down. She wore bikini panties underneath, and their waistband was slung so low that the bush of her generously hairy pussy curled above the elastic.
"Uh, Mom, you know what you're doing?" Mark anxiously asked, watching her carefully.
"I think so," Diane murmured.
There was a metallic whine as she unzipped herself a lot faster and farther than she'd originally intended. In her growing excitement, her heaving stomach snapped open the top of her jeans and now the pants gaped open from her navel to the well of her thighs.
"Listen, Mom," Mark choked, "anything I said before, I was just kidding around. I didn't mean-"
"Stand up!" his mother sharply commanded.
She lifted him to his feet with the hypnotic force of her eyes. And there, between Mark's legs, was what Diane had been looking for- that throbbing, telltale mound straining under his pants. He was hung, all right.
It would be too easy, too unromantic to get Mark's hard-on out of his pants by relying on her parental authority to order him to strip. No, Diane wanted his cock to surface because it was so aroused by her that it could no longer be contained.
So now she also stood up. Her loose jeans slithered to the floor when she shook her hips. She stepped out of them, clad only in her blouse and wet panties. The excess hair of her pussy billowed from the elastic at her thighs and waist.
"You can take them off for me or I'll do it myself," she told Mark. "Either way they're coming off so my cunt can breathe."
A stunned Mark was in no condition to perform even the simplest act. Indeed, the only part of him which seemed to be functioning properly was his straining prick, a crowbar under his pants. So Diane peeled away her panties herself, doing it with teasing slowness.
Her pussy seemed to get hairier with every extra bit of exposure. Like a wiry explosion, her bush curled in all directions-all the way up to her belly button, out past the hollows of her crotch, and obviously well back into the crack of her ass.
Eventually, the abandoned panties joined Diane's jeans on the floor. But she didn't stop stripping there. Now her flannel shirt was un-buttoned and discarded. Beneath it she wore a long underwear top instead of a bra and when she pulled it over her head, her large tits flopped into view. She stood stark naked before her son.
"Do I look as good as you want me to, Son?" Diane purred.
The only other naked female body he'd ever seen was his sister's. But Bonnie was too young to have filled out anything like their mother. Here were the big, ripe tits of a grown woman, with nipples like strawberries and curves that no girl Bonnie's age had. Then, last but not least, Mark saw the hairiest cunt imaginable.
But Mark couldn't go any farther than just looking, not with his own mother. Somehow it didn't seem as wrong to have sucked and fucked his sister. But this was the same cunt that had delivered him into the world.
It was also the same hairy cunt which Diane now rubbed maddeningly against his swollen crotch. At the same time her tits pressed against Mark's chest with such force that he could feel her nipples through his shirt.
"I'm not going to do any more than this, Son," Diane now whispered. "The rest is up to you."
Mark's hands trembled as they found his mother's bare ass. Then he pulled the plump asscheeks apart, reaching into the split so that all the hair tangled around his probing fingers.
"Yes, the rest is up to you," Diane repeated into her son's ear.
Mark kept one hand on her ass while the other slid between their crotches, fumbling at his pants. They opened and sagged at the hips. Only his jockey shorts stood between his mother and his hard, young cock now.
Rubbing his prick against her lower belly through the thin cotton of the tightly packed shorts, Diane swooned, "Oooooh, up to you, Son."
The shorts came down. Popping up, Mark's rigid cock was trapped between their stomachs. Diane resumed rubbing, her son's dangling balls being tickled by the upper fringe of her pussy-hair.
"Keep this up, Mom," Mark gasped, "and I'll come all over you, right here and now."
"Well, then," Diane teased, "we shall see what we shall see, won't we?"
She rubbed even more, using the slight roll of feminine fat around her middle as an erotic cushion against her son's captive prick. And just below she cupped his balls with her slender hand, applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Don't blame me, Mom," Mark croaked.
His thighs flexed and his crotch did, too. Then a cry of release ripped from his throat as his cock erupted.
With nowhere else to spurt, the escaping cum lathered the bellies of mother and son. Diane didn't back off until Mark had shot every drop his cock and balls had to give. When she finally did step away, the fresh jism dribbled from her splattered stomach down to the hairy triangle of her pussy.
"God, you're beautiful!" Mark blurted out.
"So are you," Diane hornily replied, looking straight at his ever-rigid cock.
Then mother and son silently stared at one another. During this heated pause they took small steps, drawing together again. Suddenly they were locked in an embrace, kissing and exchanging probing tongues.
"Know I said it was all up to you, but now I'm changing the rules," Diane panted when their soul-kiss was broken. "Eat me, honey, eat me! Eat my hairy pussy while I suck your big prick!"
Diane pulled Mark down with her. After the scramble, he wound up on top, his loins astride her head as he faced her spread crotch. She guided his cock into her mouth while his own mouth made contact with her cunt. Then, as she deep-throated him, he buried his face in the curly jungle between her legs.
She let go of his sucked prick to moan, "Ooooooh, that's perfect, Son, just perfect. Just taste the juice my pussy's gonna come for you."
Her hairy crotch flexed, practically smothering Mark. Instead of air he breathed in the sticky honey from her climaxing cunt. What he didn't hungrily consume slobbered down his chin as he wallowed in his mother's sloppy orgasm.
Meanwhile, at the blow-job end of the sixty-nine, Diane was having her own feast. She doubled the suction on her son's prick, using her mouth like a cunt to fuck Mark to an even better climax.
"Jesus," Mark moaned in the nest of his mother's pussy, "my cock feels like it's gonna bust!"
This was exactly what Diane wanted to hear. Her suction became ferocious and there was only one thing Mark's prick could do-explode.
Deep in his mother's throat his cockhead poured out something like molten lava. It was the hottest, thickest cum Diane had ever swallowed and as she guzzled it down, Diane wondered if Chad had outlived his usefulness. If her own son could do the job, why wander?
As she bobbed up, Diane prayed that her son still had a hard-on. Her prayers were answered when she saw that Mark's cock jutted up from his crotch at an even sharper angle than before, even as it dripped the dregs of its second batch of jizz.
"You don't get tired, do you?" Diane gurgled, with some of the stray cum from the blow-job coating her tongue and trickling from her mouth. "That's what makes young boys so special."
Mark didn't have the nerve to ask the obvious question his mother's words created. However, reading his mind, his mother was not so shy.
"Yes," Diane openly admitted, "you're not the first boy I've made it with. I've got one back home I suck and fuck whenever I get the chance. His name's Chad and I was thinking about him when you caught me feeling my pussy."
"Am ... am I as good as he is for you, Mom?" Mark stammered.
"The jury's still out until you fuck me," Diane told the truth.
"And then?"
"Chad may have to find himself a new piece of ass."
"You really mean that, Mom? You'd give him up for me?"
"If you earn it. Only if you earn it."
That said, Diane went to the only bed in the cabin, since the kids slept on cots. Up on the mattress, she propped herself on all fours, spreading her raised ass in the air like she was a bitch in heat.
Despite his inexperience, Mark immediately recognized the significance of her pose. "Y-you want me to dog-fuck you, Mom?"
"Always like it best that way," Diane confirmed. "A cock just feels a whole lot bigger in my cunt when it's fucking me from behind. And then, naturally, it puts the guy in just the right spot to switch holes when the time is right."
Was his mother saying what Mark thought she was saying?
"You want to fuck me in the ass, too, don't you?" Diane asked matter-of-factly.
"Gee, Mom ... I never-"
Diane chuckled, "Well, there's a first time for everything. The way it works is that your cock gets nice 'n' slippery from fucking my pussy and the juice will make your cock slide right in when you finally fuck my ass."
It was the dirtiest thing Mark had ever heard of! It made his fuck-session with his sister seem like child's play. Mark was counting on his mom to turn him into a real man at last.
Now he went to the bed and Diane. From between the open cheeks of her plump ass, her pussy yawned like a set of hairy jaws. Mark just hoped his cock would be able to fill such a big, wet pussy-hole.
Then he knelt behind her and stuck his cock in. And all of his doubts about his prick being adequate for his mother's cunt were immediately erased as Diane clamped down with her juicy cunt muscles. Mark's entering cock felt the squeezing pressure from her pussy all the way down to his toes.
"God," he muttered with awe, "you can make your cunt so tight, Mom, it's almost like you're cherry."
"It's been a long time since I was that," Diane giggled. "But a woman always remembers how to make every fuck as exciting as her first one."
"Who did it to you first?" Mark asked. "Who took your cherry, Mom?"
"Your father," Diane answered. Then she sighed, "Damn, he was sure a better fucker when he was a kid."
"Before you were married?"
"What else?" Diane said wistfully.
"Marriage ruins everything. Your father arid I have hardly even fucked for years. And I stopped sucking his prick about the same time he quit eating my pussy, sometime not long after our honeymoon."
Mark let her words sink in as he concentrated on fucking his cock into his mother's cunt. Diane's hot-fucked pussy grabbed his cockmeat with rhythmic yanks and already Mark felt another rising tide of jizz in his balls.
"Mmmm," his mother moaned, "your cock getting ready to come?"
"You got it, Mom," Mark rasped.
He grabbed her asscheeks, guiding her ass as he pumped his prick in her tugging pussy. Hot, scraping friction separated his balls and lifted them so they clung to the root of his hot-fucking prick. The friction reached into the pit of Mark's crotch, opening the floodgates and releasing the dam between his legs.
"Now that's what I call coming!" Diane cried as her son's liquid fire melted the inside of her cunt. "And all I want is more . . . more . . . more!"
"Yeah, Mom, milk me, milk me!" Mark shouted. "Fuck so much jizz out of my cock and balls that your pussy can't hold it all."
"I'm already leaking," Diane excitedly revealed. "Your cum's running down my legs like piss. I love it!"
"Then just wait'll I fuck you in the ass, Mom," Mark eagerly replied. "That'll make you forget all about that Chad guy for sure."
"It's you for me from now on, Mark honey. You don't need to fuck my butt for me to know already that you've got the best young cock I'll ever fuck!"
His cock abruptly popped out of Diane's thoroughly fucked cunt, dripping with the gleaming slime of her female nectar and his own jizz. A slippery pole, his hard-on was just made to slide into his mother's ass.
Her asshole was there, puckered in readiness. Indeed, Diane was so excited over the prospect of her own son fucking her ass that she farted in anticipation.
Then Mark's cockhead was pushing against the entrance of her ass. His prick harder than ever, he shoved it like a battering ram.
"Ooooh, it hurts. Hurts just right," Diane groaned. "Deeper, deeper, deeper! Don't stop!"
An incredibly horny Mark needed no prompting. He pushed until his prick was hiked in his mother's ass, his balls flush against her previously hot-fucked pussy.
"Some women like a cock to move slow in their asshole," Diane called over her shoulder. "But I like it fast. Fast and hard and mean! Ass-fuck me like you hate me, Mark! Rip me in two!"
Mark's prick responded with cruel, macho surges. When he rammed in to the hilt, he could feel the heat of his mother's gurgling crap with his cockhead.
"Hope you don't mind things getting messy," his mother said.
"Do what you've gotta do, Mom."
"You're a prince, you know that? I've never shit for anybody-not even Chad."
"He doesn't exist anymore, Mom. It's just me now, Mom. Me and you. And I'm ready for anything."
"Beautiful!" Diane exclaimed. An orgasm hit her at the same time she allowed her bowels to collapse. A flood of watery shit swamped her son's cock and he just ass-fucked her harder than ever. Then Mark came himself and the shit Diane had spilled was replaced by what seemed to her to be a quart of teenaged jism.
They were both filthy when it was finished, except that Diane wasn't quite finished. She had one thing she wanted to do, her own way of thanking her son for fucking her ass better than it had ever been fucked before.
"Let me suck your cock. Please let me suck your shitty cock!" she begged.
A willing Mark swiftly pulled his prick out of her. He stretched out on his back, his chocolate prick finally drooping. Pouncing on his crotch, his mother quickly sucked it back to full hardness. And when the shit was slurped away, Diane kept sucking until Mark was fucking her in the mouth.
He came again, his fifth climax since they'd started. This time Diane took it in her face.
"Five times," she gurgled, her features melting. "That's the most anybody's ever come for me."
"It's easy being a stud with you, Mom," Mark sighed. "I could go for six!"
But he wouldn't get the chance. The voices of his sister and father filtered into the cabin from outside, carrying clearly in the chill winter air.
There was just enough time to wad up the filthy sheets and stash them in the hamper. Diane started to draw a bath and Mark grabbed his pants and scrambled out the back door.
And as they parted in haste, mother and son gazed at each other with burning lust. What they didn't know, of course, was that the same emotion was being shared outside the front door between Ken and Bonnie, just before father and daughter reluctantly entered the cabin.