Chapter 8
Mrs. Lucas hurried to her feet and bent to look at her little girl's abused ass. Lars saw her white tits swing heavily as she bent, and noticed the red marks his fingers had made. Then he was staring at the split of her ass as it opened enticingly. He couldn't resist cupping the fat, hanging lips of her cunt as she squatted.
"Oh, baby," Mrs. Lucas groaned, "did he hurt you?" And she spread Cindy's soft asscheeks and stared at the oozing irritated ring of muscles in the center.
Then she felt Lars' hand close over her fat cunt. "Ohhhh," she groaned. "Don't!"
Cindy rolled over and stared at her mother's opulent body. Then her eyes dropped and saw Lars' fingers curling around her Mom's fat cunt. Cunt-juice was oozing out from between those fingers, looking shiny and sweet.
"Mom?" Cindy said. "You're still hot, aren't you?"
"Ohhhh, I can't help it!" The squirming woman wailed as her huge tits shook in front of her daughter's face. "He's got his fingers right in my cunt!"
Lars grinned, for although his finger were in her cunt, his thick thumb was in the crack of her ass, pressing into her wet asshole. He suddenly thought of her as a fleshy bowling ball and shoved his thumb in without warning.
"Aghhhhh!" The woman moaned, and would have fallen forward if Cindy hadn't caught her.
Lar's cock was hard again, and the sight of Mrs. Lucas' lush, red, parted lips made him horny for a blow-job. He stood up and walked in front of the kneeling woman, his long, swaying cock only inches from her face, pointing up at her forehead.
"How about a kiss?" he asked, fisting the shaft and lowering the red knob so the piss-slit pointed at her mouth.
"Oh, no! I couldn't!" the woman protested, glancing shamefacedly at Cindy.
"Come on, Mrs. Lucas. I know you want to. Don't be afraid. Cindy doesn't mind, do you?" he asked.
Cindy shook her head. The thought of Lars' fat cock stretching her mother's full lips, sawing back and forth between them, really turned her on.
"Go on, Mom," she said. "One little kiss won't hurt you."
"Those pretty red lips'll make me feel real good," Lars said, leaning forward and brushing them with his cock-head.
Mrs. Lucas moaned and pursed her full lips, giving his big dick a loud, smacking kiss. She was about to pull back when Lars grabbed her head and rammed his cock into her mouth.
"Suck,on it!" he cried, looking down at her cock-stuffed face and the two shocked, bulging eyes staring at him.
She struggled to free herself, but he held tight to her head, shoving his cock back and forth and bumping the back of her throat. Despite her years of fucking, Mrs. Lucas wasn't a cocksucker. She'd only had a cock in her mouth twice, and it had always been her husband's. He'd forced her to do it one night when he came home drunk. But she'd manag- ed to free herself just before he came and she got a load of sticky cum in her hair.
Cindy watched her mother involuntarily sucking dick. She could tell that she wasn't too experienced along that line, and offered some advice.
"Roll your lips over your teeth, Mom," she said, crawling over to her mother and grabbing both her nipples.
Mrs. Lucas resigned herself to sucking the boy, thinking she might as well get it over with. She took Cindy's advice, heard him sigh, and knew that her daughter was more experienced in that area than her. And only a teenager, she thought in dismay.
"Don't forget to tickle the bottom with your tongue," Cindy said. "And roll his nuts with your fingers."
Lars sighed and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as the woman's soft, warm lips ran up and down the length of his quivering dick. She hated what he was doing to her, and she hated the knowledge that she was beginning to enjoy it. But most of all, she hated the fact that Cindy knew more about sucking cock than she did.
Then she felt his cock stiffen and swell, and she knew he was going to come in her mouth. no Cindy saw Lars' ass tense, heard her mother go, "Mmmmmmmm!" and she cried, "Don't swallow it, don't swallow it! Save some for me!"
Lars' heavy load of jism blasted into Mrs. Lucas' mouth, gathered between her gums and teeth, and flowed over her tongue. An incredulous expression transfixed her face as the slightly salty, musty flavor of cum penetrated her taste buds. She liked it!
When the woman began sputtering and choking, Lars pulled his jumping cock free. A glob of jism struck her nose and dripped off. Then Cindy's mouth covered his knob and literally vacuumed out the rest of Lars' jism.
Then the girl turned to her mother. A few white drops of cum appeared at the corner's of the woman's mouth, and Cindy knew that Lars' load was still there, still warm, and still waiting for her. She kissed her mother's full lips and. then slipped her tongue in, tasting Lars' sweet cum.
Lars watched as Mrs. Lucas responded to her daughter's deep, tongue-probing kiss. He saw two pink tongue flashing back and forth, exchanging his thick, gooey jism, and he realized how lucky he'd become in such a short time. And there were a hell of a lot of widows in his town!
It was late when Lars returned home, but his mother had a hot meal warming in the oven. He was surprised that she didn't scold him for being so late as he sat at the kitchen table while she served him. And as she moved around, he managed to get quite an eyeful.
After Lars had left, his mother found herself with such a hot cunt that she had to finger herself off. The glimpse she'd had of his half-naked body after the shower wouldn't leave her mind, and she had decided then and there that, right or wrong, she had to see him jerk off again.
"I'll wear something he'll really notice," she had muttered to herself, recalling how he'd stared at her breasts. If she got him hot enough, he'd build up enough cum to shoot four feet high!
So Olga had put on a halter that she hadn't worn for years, one that was too small now for her round tits. And under the short skirt she'd chosen, she wore black bikini panties that also were a bit too tight. The round cheeks of her plump white ass hung out of it, and made her feel terribly wanton.
Lars hardly tasted his food as his mother busied herself all around the kitchen. He saw her heavy tits jumping and swinging in the halter and he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. When she bent to pick up a fork she'd dropped, he nearly choked., Her round ass was almost bare, starkly revealed by her black panties.
He got a roaring hard-on under the table, and knew he had to jerk off before he went to bed. After Cindy and her mother, he'd thought his balls were emptied, done for the day-but now they were churning again. His face felt hot. He gulped down his dessert and stood up, hoping his mother wouldn't notice the big bulge in his jeans.
"Feel like watching TV with me?" Olga asked, strolling into the living room. Her ass swung as she walked. Lars followed like a puppy on a leash. Olga sat in the big, bean-bag chair opposite the sofa.
"Gee, I'm tired," she said. "It's been a long day. If I fall asleep, don't wake me, OK?"
Lars agreed, and sat down on the sofa, pretending to watch the television. But with his mother's knees more than a foot apart as she slouched in the chair with her eyes closed, he slowly turned his head to get a good look. Jeez! He could see a bunch of blonde curls poking out from the sides of her bulging panty crotch.
For the next half-hour or so, Olga shifted around on the big bean-bag, pretending to be asleep, but really doing all she could to give Lars a good show. Her halter had pushed up with her movements, exposing her bare belly, and now her legs were really spread, the skirt up high and her heels almost at the sides of her ass.
Lars' legs were stretched out in front of him as he rubbed his cock through his pants, waiting for the show to continue. He could see the plumpness of his mother's cunt-lips through her black panties, and the bottoms of her ass, and her big tits shuddered heavily with her breathing.
Finally, he gathered his courage and went over to her. Dropping to his knees before her, he gazed excitedly at her completely exposed panties. He saw that they were damp, and lust surged through his loins.
Olga struggled to keep her breathing slow and regular. It hadn't been part of her plan for him to approach her this way. She'd only hoped he'd jerk off on the couch so she could watch him through lowered lids. But now he was kneeling right in front of her, staring at the most forbidden part of his mother's body.
All of a sudden, she felt a feathery touch through her panties. She lifted her lids very slightly, prepared to see the horrible sight of his hand between her thighs. But the touch was so warm.
Gradually, she began to see past her skirt stretched between her legs. Where was Lars? And then she knew! He was kissing her cunt through her panties. The light touch and warmth she felt were her own son's lips and tongue.
Horror, fear, excitement ... all these and other emotions surged through her. God, how she loved to be eaten, and how she needed it now that Cindy had awakened her desires. But she couldn't let her own son . . .
Or could she?
If he didn't know she was letting him, perhaps no one would be hurt. It wouldn't be as if she were actually a willing participant. And Lars, thinking that she were sleeping, would receive even more enjoyment by believing that he was getting away with something.
She stirred, groaned, pretending that she was waking, but gave Lars plenty of time to get back to the sofa. Then she yawned, stretched, and announced that she was going to get ready for bed. Lars held a magazine on his lap to hide his massive hard-on, hoping she wouldn't remark on his red face.
"I guess I'll turn in, too," he said, following her up the stairs and watching her ass. Visions of Mrs. Thompson bending over were replaced with his mother in that position.
"I think I'll take a sleeping pill tonight," Olga said. "I don't want to wake up, I'm so tired. In fact, I think I'll take two so nothing at all will wake me."
Lars heart pounded. Two sleeping pills! He knew his Mom was as good as dead when she took just one. All of a sudden, his plans of jerking off were shunted to one side, and a nasty, depraved plan put a little smile on his lips.
Tonight, he was finally going to have the chance to see that gorgeous body he'd admired for so many years!
Lars went to his room and waited. He heard her in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, and his cock strained against his pants. He skinned them off, pulled his T-shirt over his head and stood naked except for his socks. He turned out the light in his room and opened his door an inch.
A few minutes later, Olga opened the bathroom door and stood with the light shining through her shorty nightgown. Lars hadn't seen her in it before, and he caught his breath as her slender, big-titted body was paraded for him as she walked to her room.
Olga's heart pounded in her chest as she leaped onto her bed and flung herself down. She hiked the nighty up to her waist, revealing the magnificent twin mounds of her white ass, and pretended to be asleep.
She didn't have long to wait. About ten minutes later, Lars opened her door and called her name. And she didn't answer, he switched on the light.
"Uh!" she heard him gasp as he stared at her exposed asscheeks.
Olga knew she had a nice ass, but the main reason she had chosen this position was so Lars wouldn't be able to see her face so well. She wasn't sure she could control her expressions if what she thought-and hoped-was going to happen, happened.
She felt the bed sag as her son crawled on. Then she felt him take one ankle and part her legs even farther. Then his hand ran up one bare thigh and brushed her cunt.
"Oh, Jeez!" she heard him mutter, and his heavy breathing increased her excitement.
Olga knew the prominent bulge of her cunt was visible under her ass as Lars gripped and spread her other leg. She felt her body grow hot at the thought of her own son staring at the moist, bright pink, hair-framed cunt-flaps running through her open crotch.
Lars didn't waste any time getting down to business. Now that he was finally viewing his gorgeous mother's blonde-haired cunt, he groaned with pleasure, breathless with incestuous excitement. His Mom's fleshy cunt was beautiful!
Trembling with anticipation, he placed his thumbs on either side of the plump, pink lips and gently spread them, exposing the narrow, red-rimmed mouth of her cunt. He inhaled deeply and let his tongue hang out. He loved the odor of her hairy cunt. He leaned in to close his lips around the soft, fleshy pussy-petals at the bottom half of her cunt.
Olga couldn't lay still for that even though she had hoped-and had expected-it to happen. She moaned and her hips began squirming as her son began sucking her cunt furiously. Then she felt his hands gripping the trembling cheeks of her full, white ass.
"Ahhhhhh ..." she groaned as Lars pushed her ass-mounds apart as his lips feasted on her cunt. He licked in with his tongue and his face was suddenly drenched with her thick juices. I'm creaming all over his tongue! she thought excitedly. She couldn't stop her ass from hunching as he licked deeper into her pouting, twitching cunt.
Lars knew his mom was enjoying his cunt-sucking, even in her sleep. Her soft, fat-lipped cunt was running like a river over his tongue. As he lapped her wrinkled, juicy folds, he felt them quiver.
"Unhhhhhh," Olga groaned', the soft flesh of her ass shaking under his hands as she squirmed ecstatically. She could feel his hot lips gently nibbling her hot cunt, and it was better than it ever had been in her life!
Then, as she felt him part her ass wider, she almost tensed with shameful anticipation, remembering what he had written in the porno mags. Would he actually . . . ?
"Ah, ah, oh, God!" she gasped aloud, not caring if he heard. She couldn't believe it! Her son's tongue was wetly circling her throbbing, helplessly exposed asshole. She had never dreamed such exquisite, overwhelming sensations were possible.
Lars lashed his hot, flicking tongue-tip through the damp split of his Mom's squirming ass, loving the texture of her satin-smooth flesh and the pungent aroma of her juicy cunt. He heard her cry, but believed she still slept soundly.
Olga panted and trembled in an orgy of cunt-sucking and ass-licking for half an hour, bouncing her gorgeous ass up at her son's face and building her lust up toward a gigantic orgasm.
But Lars finally lifted his head. His handsome, boyish face was shiny with her cunt-juice, and some of it dripped from his chin. His cock stood out in front of him like a stick of dynamite. Taking his time land moving carefully, he rolled his mother's limp, unresisting body over until she was on her back.
Olga's face was on fire, and she hoped Lars would attribute it to unconscious sexual excitement and not embarrassment. No one who was sleeping could be embarrassed. She wanted to swallow, for her throat was dry, but she was afraid he would see her throat move and then wonder. She knew that he could see most of her big tits, under her tousled nighty, and she was glad they had stayed so firm and upstanding.
Lars' nuts felt like lead weights as he knelt over his mom's sleeping form. The gorgeous tits he'd been admiring for such a long time were like large, heavy, pear-shaped pendants on her chest, sticking up to a marvelous degree and sagging to the sides only slightly.
He gripped her nighty and pushed it up to her neck. "Oh, Jeez!" he gasped reverently. His mom's bare, hanging tits! He'd never seen tits so big, not even in magazines! He'd seen the sales receipt for a bra she'd had some woman make for her, but just reading the words, "39 Double-D," hadn't prepared him for such a pair of whoppers. The skin was milk-white, completely untanned, and her large, pebbly areolas were almost as big as Cindy's tits!
The large, dark-red knobs jutting from their centers were stiff and hard, and he saw an indention on the top of each nipple. Lars cupped both of his mother's soft, warm tits and felt her big nipples digging hotly into his sweaty palms. He pushed and rolled the firm, spongy flesh around on her chest. Olga groaned again.
Paying no attention to his mother's continuing grunts of animal passion, Lars lowered his head and sucked in one stiff nipple. He rolled the hot, rubbery lump with his tongue and then scrubbed the pebbly surface of her areola. He let his face sink into the pillowy softness of her great-tasting tit and sighed with contentment.
This was what he'd needed all these years-to nurse on his mom's fat tits like a little baby. Maybe it was some deep, dark memory of his infancy, when she'd fed him warm milk from these same tits. Lars felt as if he could lie there half the night, doing nothing but sucking tit!