Chapter 2
"Give it to me, you bastard!" the girl cried, wrapping her legs around the boy's waist, pulling him savagely into her steaming crotch. "Fuck it to me . . . hard I God, harder!"
"Like this, you little whore?" Skip grunted, shoving into her cunt with powerful strokes. His moves were so hard, they both slipped up on the bed until the back of the girl's head hit the headboard. "Well, by God, take it!" he growled. "Take my dick and fuck it up to your cum-sucking brains!"
While he pounded her wildly, banging into her hole like some sex-crazed animal, Amanda watched, mesmerized. And each time his prick drilled into that tight, puckered cunt, she could almost feel an identical pressure in her own guts. She dropped her fingers to her middle and rubbed the heel of her palm over her swollen cunt-mound. An immediate spasm shot up and down her pussy-canal, exploding in the depths of her fuck-hole.
"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, clamping her lips tightly together to keep from screaming.
"Ready for some hot cum, baby?" her son gasped, now slapping into the girl's pussy for all he was worth. "Huh, you little cock-licker? How about a whole fucking gallon for your sweet cunt to eat?"
"Yes . . . God, yes," Amanda whispered.
"Yesssssss!" the girl wailed, bucking beneath his huge, hulking frame. "Poke it to me hard! God ... I want to ... to ... to .. . Jesus ... aieeeeeeeeee!"
Amanda looked more intently at what was happening. While the young girl writhed beneath her son as if she were on fire, Skip hammered the first of his violent orgasm into the tiny cunt-hole. Splattering globs of milky jism soon flowed over the insides of the girl's thighs, rolimg into the crack of • her ass. H
Give it to her, you littleStudy Amanda thought. Give ... it to ... me! Fuck me like that! God, I want it, too!
After what seemed an eternity of torture, of wanting the fucking that girl had gotten, Amanda pulled away from the door and padded softly back into the kitchen. She sat down at the table and leaned forward, trying to explain what had just happened inside her mind.
Surely she couldn't have wanted her own son! Never! It was only because he looked so much like Wes, she reasoned. He was big and muscular just like his father, his handsome face framed in a shock of blue-black hair, his eyes dark as raisins. And he had that same sardonic smile.
*fiut you didn't even see his face, a voice in the back of her mind said. All you saw was that firmly rounded ass—your son's ass—pumping up and down. That big, slippery cock—your son's cock. And it wasn't Wes you wanted. It was Skip!
"No," she said aloud, shaking her head. It must be the excitement from what she and Bob had done and would do tonight. "No," she said again, feeling the strength in her legs go as she tried to stand. She ran from the kitchen and bolted out the back door, collapsing on the steps, tears stinging her cheeks as she cradled her head in her arms.
"When did you get home, Mom?" Skip asked. "Uh . . . you been here long?"
"Just got here," she lied. "The sun felt so warm I. .-. "
"Where's the car? I didn't hear you drive up."
"I didn't think you would," she said. "I ... I mean, you sounded pretty busy in there. That's why I came out here."
"Oh, I see," the boy said, flushing beet red. "Then you . . . "
"I haven't seen her before, who was she?" Amanda asked.
"Huh!" the boy gasped. "You mean you . . . saw us?"
"Just the best part," she laughed, looking up at him. "Hey, don't get embarrassed," she added, patting the steps beside her. "Everyone does it, I suppose." She put her arm around him as shefiad a thousand times before, but this time it felt uncomfortable. She was suddenly too aware of the smell of his body, the texture of his taut muscles. She withdrew her arm as if she had been shocked. "Maybe we'd better go inside" she said quickly.
"Why?" the boy asked. "It's so nice out here. And we haven't had any time lately to talk. Just us. You know."
Amanda turned and faced him, glad now that she was sitting. Otherwise, her knees would have buckled. God, he looked exactly like Wes did when he was that age. For a moment, she was even transported back to that hotel room in Chicago, where Wes had first fucked her, a young virgin on her wedding night..
"Fantastic," she whispered softly, wondering to herself if she referred to that night or to how her son was affecting her.
Skip looked at his mother strangely, wondering if she was sick or had been in the sun too long. She was flushed and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and upper lip. And that look in her eye ...
"We've always been honest with each other, haven't we?" Amanda began, wondering exactly where the conversation was going. It was as if the words were forming between her lips and not in her brain, and she was hearing them for the first time. "I want to tell you something, son. I . . . well, it's been two years since your father died and I haven't had a man since and ..."
"t know," the boy interrupted, shaking his head. "I don't know how you can stand it. I think if I were you, I would have grabbed up the first, available man I saw a long time ago."
"Are you available?" she asked, jerking her head around, wondering who had said those words.
"Am I what?" Skip asked, his jaw dropping.
"Will you fuck me?" she asked, suddenly feeling calm. There, she had gotten it out. What could happen now? Nothing worse than those words. She could always pretend it was a joke, even if a poor one.
"Fuck . . . you?" her son said, repeating the words' as if they were somehow vaguely foreign.
"Yes," she answered. "Just like you did that girl in there." She reached over and brushed her palm over the thick bulge in his jeans. "I want that hard cock of yours."
If she had slapped him, Skip's reaction couldn't have been more acute. And for the longest time, he just stared at her. Perhaps it was because he was seeing her in an entirely new light, not as a mother at all. He had always been proud of her, the way she kept her body in shape and smelled so nice. And on more than one occasion, he had peeked in the bathroom while she was showering, looking at the soft outline behind the shower curtain. And once, he remembered, he had taken a pair of her panties when he was a kid and wrapped them around his cock and jacked-off. But all boys did things like that, he realized.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked finally. When he saw the look in her eye, however, he knew she wasn't. "Fuck you?" he whispered.
"I want you, Skip," she said, swallowing hard. "But if you don't want to ... "
"I want you, too!" the boy howled, pulling her to her feet and opening the door. "God, yes, I want you!"
They walked toward the bedroom as if in a dream. Then, as they closed the door, they began tearing at each other's clothing with nervous fingers, almost afraid toiook into each other's eyes. When they were finally naked, Skip pushed his mother to the bed and lay on top of her body, rubbing the underside of his cock over the silky mass of her oozing cunt.
"Is ... is this really l^ppening?" he gasped, rubbing his fingers over her shoulders. He could feel the hard projections of her upturned tits throb against his chest, matching his own quick heartbeat. "Is it?"
Before she could answer, he bit down on her sensuous lips like a striking snake, slipping his tongue deeply into her mouth. He then curled the tip of it, sliding it across the back of her teeth. As it worked from her mouth, he nuzzled his face into the hollow of her throat, then closed his eyes.
"Oh ... my God, this is happening," he murmured, savoring the delicate aroma of her body.
Amanda placed her hands on his wide, muscular shoulders and gently dug her fingernails into his taut flesh. Slowly, she inched downward, finally cupping his firm, hairy ass. She spread the rounded cheeks slightly and slipped her fingers into the greasy, tight crack, pushing him forward.
"Yes, it's happening," she murmured, arching her back. "And . . . and it's going to be beautiful!"
"Oh . . . yes, beautiful!" Skip murmured, licking her pointed tits. He pulled his head back and simply admired her delicious-looking tit-mounds for several seconds, memorizing the soft angles. They had to be the most perfectly shaped tits he'd ever seen. Full and ripe, they jutted upward like those on a woman twenty years younger. "Beautiful," he murmured again, closing his lips around one of her coral-colored nipples and sucking it across the roof of his mouth.
"Oh . . . God," Amanda cried out, jerking her lips upward. His teeth were now nibbling into the soft texture of her tits. That sent burning stabs through her guts. "Suck your mommy's titties and fuck her!" she winced. "Let me have your cock, baby! I had you inside me once ... let me have you again!"
For Skip, it had to be the wildest sensation he'd ever experienced. He was about to ram his dick right into the same cunt his father had, to create him! And those tits! He was sucking on them just as he had done when he was a baby! He suddenly felt a part of his mother, as if he had lost his identity. He molded his body around hers like a se- cond skin, holding her tighter, sucking on her tits eagerly. f
"Jesus Christ," he grunted, lifting his aSS," flinching as his cock-head slipped into the damp patch of her cunt hair. "I . . . I'm going to fuck you, Mother. I'm going to fuck you full of cum!"
"Do it!" Amanda groaned, throwing her head back, waiting for the burning, grinding sensation of his dick. "Stick it in and fuck me, son!"
"Now?" Skip whispered, closing his mouth farther down her tits until his word was a gurgle. Slowly, he kissed back up the rounded mass of tit-flesh, feeling her tiny nipple buzz between his teeth. "You . . . want me, . . now?"
"Yes. Now!" his mother-c^ied out, feeling her insides grow buttery with anticipation. She could almost see his massive slab of cock spearing between her constricted cunt-lipis, feel it nudge her rippling cunt-muscles apaxt. Just the thought caused her to shiver with an almost unbearable ecstasy. She increased the pressure of her hands on his ass and spread her legs wider. "Fuck . . . fuck it to me, you little stud! I ... I need it!" she begged, hardly recognizing her own voice as it shook with emotion.
Skip placed both hands at her sides and squeezed her tits together until the throbbing tips met. He then gobbled his mouth around both bits, sucking in as much of her delicious flesh as possible. At the same time, he raised his hips and punched forward, feeling the tip of his cock sear into her puckered cunt-hole. When it slipped about two inches inside, he paused, feeling his lungs explode. As he spit her breasts from his mouth and gsrve a gasping groan against her shoulder, he froze, afraid to move a muscle. He knew if he did, he would blow his wad right then and there.
"All the way!" Amanda pleaded. "God, I want every big, hard inch! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
In spite of her hungry urgency, Skip fought her writhing body, waiting for the horrible ache in his nuts to subside. When it finally did, he withdrew slightly, then thrust in about half of his shaft. As it molded into her sucking flesh, he again paused. She was even tighter than he thought possible. Very few virgins were even this tight.
Amanda was feeling the same pressure as her son, and in a way she was even glad she had denied herself a dick for so long. This first time would be forever etched in her memory, much like that first time with Wes. She closed her eyes and waited for him to slip in the rest of his cock, almost as if she expected her cherry to pop.
"God, you're tight as shit!" Skip winced, easing in a few more inches. He withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside her swollen cunt. Then giving a loud grunt, he plunged fully inside, his move so quick and violent, his nuts slapped noisily into the crack of her ass. "Oh ... fucking Jesus . . . too goddamned tight! I'm gonna . . . shoot off . . . "
"No, not yet," his mother shrieked, squeezing her hands between their bodies. She grabbed his cock and wrapped her fingers around it tightly, trapping the jism in his cum-tube. "Don't go yet," she urged. "Just stay like this for a while. Then . . . you can fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard!"
Skip couldn't remember when he had felt such torture. Once, he had run into the back of a car while riding his bike and had busted his nuts on the crossbar, but that was nothing compared to the agony he now felt. Yet somehow, it was a wonderful sensation, for alongside the rippling pangs of raw anguish was pure ecstasy. He felt every muscle in his body tighten, then ache. Even his teeth were tingling.
"Oh . . . Mother!" he groaned, feeling the tight pressure abate somewhat. When his cum finally seeped back inside his nuts, he withdrew his cock, then thrust back in, cautiously. "My ... my nuts are about to blow off!" he gasped.
"You can fuck it to -me 'in a minute," she whispered, kissing the side of his face. "Just let me have it a little bit first."
"A little bit?" he grinned. "I'm gonna tear your little pussy apart." He now felt fully in control, ready to give her what they both wanted. "You ready for one wild fucking?" he asked, sliding his hands down to her thighs.
"I'm ready for anything you want to give me," his mother murmured, wiggling her ass beneath him.
"Then . . . how about this?" Skip growled, yanking her legs up until her knees touched the tips of her tits. As her ass rolled upward, he punched his full weight forward, grinding all of his cock inside her boiling cunt. "Huh, Mommy? You like "y6%r son's . . . big . . . dick like . . . this?"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Amanda wailed, feeling her in-sides flood with warmth. She wrapped her legs around his neck and locked her ankles together, pushing her hips upward savagely. At the same time, she jammed his face between her tits and twisted from side to side, sliding her nipples across his closed eyes. "Yes! God . . .yes!" she shrieked, her orgasm building with lightning speed.
"Take it, you whore!" Skip grunted, withdrawing and hammering back in. "Goddamn you, you want a big dick fucking out your guts . . . well, by God, take it! Take every fucking inch!"
With that, he began plowing into her pussy like a wildman, each stroke stabbing harder and faster than the one before. Finally, he was going at a steady, rapid pace, his ass becoming a fleshy, hairy blur. The room was echoing with the slapping sounds of flesh smacking flesh and their gasping grunts of ecstasy.
"Ream me out!" Amanda screamed, jerking her body upward to meet his savage assault. "Shove it to me and . . . and ..."
Her words trailed off to a whimpering moan as her climax burst inside the back of her cunt-canal and burned forward. As the convulsions sucked around his plowing cock-shaft, the pleasure grew, almost reaching the level of pain. Soon, the sensations radiated, inflaming every cell in her body. And just when she thought the release couldn't get any better, it did.
"Aaaaghhhhhh!" she choked, her orgasm finally peaking violently, storming up and down her pussy-canal like a million, scraping hot needles. "Yessssss! Fuckkk meeeee!"
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Skip grunted, his words matching the hard digs of his cock. He, too, was about to climax, but he fought it desperately, tightening the ring of muscle at the base of his shaft until his loins burned like they were filled with molten lead.
"Now!" Amanda .yelled, working feverishly beneath him. "Shoot your cum to me . . . now!"
For Skip, no words could have been sweeter. He relaxed slightly and felt his. massive load of jism explode from his nuts and throb into the root of his cock. Immediately, the juices surged upward, expanding his cock almost painfully.
"Oh . . . fuck . . . yesJ" he cried out, feeling his cock-head spit the first of his jism into her spasming pussy. "Now . . . you cocksucker! Take my cum . . . now!"
When Amanda felt his scalding jism burst into the back of her cunt, she flinched with ultimate, raw pleasure. Before, her orgasm had been delicious, but now it was all-consuming. Fantastic, explosive bursts shot up and down her pussy with such powerful force, she felt that she would faint. But each hard poke of her son's brought her back to her senses. And when her pleasure finally peaked, she was almost grateful.
"Ohhhhhhh," she gasped, feeling her insides
"melt and suck around his spurting dick. "Fuck . . . me, son. Yes . . . fuck . , .me ..." - Her words were drowned out as Skip released her legs and humped upward, clamping his mouth around hers. As he stabbed the last glob of cum into her cunt, he thrust his tongue between her lips at the same time. A few seconds later, he relaxed completely, squirming fully between her thighs.
"Oh . . . Mommy," he whispered, rolling slightly to his side. "You're the best fuck I've ever had in my entire life! God . ... I don't believe it! It's like I never even fucked before now."
"Thank you," Amanda said, almost embarrassed. She looked at the satisfied expression on his handsome face and grinned. "You're not bad yourself, you little motherfucker," she laughed.
They were silent for several moments, comfortable without speaking at all. Amanda pulled away from her son and got to her knees, rubbing her fingers over the cream-coated mound of pussy. She felt deliciously raw, wondering how long it would take her to get used to fucking again.
"I'm ready to go again," Skip said, reaching out and fingering her tits. "How about you?"
"I was thinking the same thing," she grinned, lifting one eyebrow, again studying his features. "I don't think I could ever get enough of this big dick of yours. Not ever!"
"We'll just see about that," Skip laughed. "I'm gonna fuck you all night long!"
"Uh, Bob is coming over," Amanda said, giving him a quick glance. "Do . . . do you mind?"
"Hell, why should I mind?" he asked. "You haven't had a man in so long, I wouldn't bl^me you if you fucked your eyes out."
"Well, with Bob and all you boys around, I just might do that," she said, grinning lewdly.
She suddenly thought of her other two sons, Mike and Randy. What would it be like to fuck them? she wondered. Would they be as developed as their older brother? She had diapered their little dicks long ago, but never even dreamed she'd be one day thinking about fucking them!
Her expression suddenly clouded, wondering what her daughter would think. Kim was still young and just getting seriously interested in boys. How would it affect her if she found out? They had all been so close, especially since Wes had died, she didn't want anything ever to spoil that.
"Hey, what's the matter'?' Skip asked. "You look upset or something. Is it anything I did?"
"No," she said slowly^ "I was just thinking of the other kids. What they might think."
"Fuck them," Skip laughed.
"Maybe 1 will," his mother grinned, placing her hands on his chest. "Right after I fuck you."
"Now you're talking," Skip said, pulling her down on his body. "But let's stop talking for a while and do some serious fucking. I want to punch into that little pussy of yours again."
"Is that all you ever think of?" she said. "Pussy?"
"Well ... on occasion I get lucky and a girl lets me fuck her asshole," he said. "But I don't get lucky very often."
"Today is your lucky day, son," she whispered.