Chapter 2
Louise Bentley had always tried to be a good mother. And when she woke up the next morning and realized what she had done, she had a hangover in more ways than one. Immediately, she took some seltzer to calm her stomach. Then Frank came into the bedroom.
"Morning, mom," he grinned happily.
"Good morning, dear," she said.
"How do you feel, mom?" he smiled.
"Lousy," she said. "I'm sorry about what happened last night. It won't happen again."
Frank looked at her with a startled expression on his face.
"You've got to be kidding, mom," he said. "Don't tell me you're going to deny me some good screws. I want some fun."
"Darling," she said, "you can't have all you want in life. Remember, that happened last night because we didn't know what we were doing for a few minutes."
"Oh, yes you did," he said, "you knew what you were doing."
Indeed it was true, she knew what she was doing, but she hated to admit it.
"Can't we just forget it?" she repeated.
"I could never forget your hot mouth, mom," he grinned.
"It isn't fair of you to expect me to have sex with you all the time," she insisted.
"Oh, yes it is," he said. "Once you get a guy's rocks hot, you know he doesn't calm down. Now, mom, don't be difficult."
She looked at him and was startled at what force he spoke. It was almost as if he had grown up overnight.
"Does screwing mean that much to you?" she asked him.
"Yes, it does mom," he insisted. "It means a hell of a lot"
"Mom," he said, "can't you understand that a man is different than a woman?"
"Well, I know that," she said. "At least the sexual equipment is different. And deeper than that, baby, I think the feeling a man has toward sex and a woman has toward sex is considerably different. For example, your father is quite frivolous about sex."
"You mean, dad-likes to play the field," he said.
"That's it," she said, "he-likes to play the field even after he's married. He wants to keep me here without anyone. Then he can go around and have his fun. It isn't right, son."
"No, it isn't," he agreed.
"But I don't know what to do about it darling," she said.
"Divorce him and marry me," Frank chuckled.
"Not a bad idea, darling," she said softly. "But people wouldn't approve of that. Can you imagine us applying for a license?"
"They would shoot us," he laughed.
"Somebody would probably want to," she admitted.
For a long moment they were thinking.
"If we could get away from dad," he said, "like you getting a divorce, then we could make out. I'll be able to get work when I get out of high school. When I get a job I can find me a dame. But until then I'm going to need someone to screw with."
She looked at him and her eyes grew misty.
"You're just like your father," she said with a quivering voice.
"What do you mean ? " he demanded.
"Well, that's the way his mind works," she explained. "You see your father was always thinking of shortcuts. He was thinking of the easy way out, and that's exactly what you're doing, darling. You're thinking of the easy way. You want to have the fun of it but you don't want to pay the price. You see, I would give myself to you and then what would happen to me? I'm growing older, darling and you are growing up. If I gave you my best years, who would I have then?"
"Oh, you'll always be beautiful, mom," he said. "Someone will always want to ball you."
"That's true, darling," she said. "But who, darling, some good-for-nothing old drunk who couldn't support me? Is that the type of man, mom wants to ball her. Baby, if I'm going to get a divorce from your father, I should get one right away."
"And what about me and my fucks?" he demanded angrily, his face reddening. "Just when I have some fun with you, you want to throw it into me."
She could see he was throwing a temper tantrum over screwing her. She realized she was in a remarkably bad position.
"Sweetheart," she said softly, "I wish you wouldn't act this way."
"What do you mean," he said angrily. "Look, how you are acting toward me."
"I'm only trying to show you love, darling," she insisted.
"Yeah," he said angrily, "a lot of love you could show."
She was becoming more and more upset every moment.
"You know, baby," he said angrily, "when I think about it, I would almost like to tell dad."
"Don't," she said, "don't ever tell him."
Now as she listened to him talking, she suddenly realized many things.
"Oh, darling," she said, "I've done you a great disservice and you don't know it. Sometimes it's better not to know an awful lot of things. I'm so sorry, honey, that I ever told you."
"What?" he asked.
"That I didn't think it was in the cards for us to have sex, honey. I can see that you were thinking just of yourself. You aren't thinking of your mother."
"Who were you thinking of when you blew me last night?" he asked.
"You, darling," she insisted. "No matter what you think, I was thinking first of you."
He listened and something about her manner told him this was true.
"Sweetheart," she explained quietly, "let me explain something to you. I think the world of you. I always want the best for you. But, I must be realistic. For one thing, it isn't right for you to have sex made so easily available. If you grow up thinking you can get your cock sucked or your ass eaten or a good cunt fuck any time you want it, you will discover out in the world it doesn't come that easy. You have to learn to deal with these girl's temperaments. Some of them are difficult. Some of them are easy. But that growing up and adjusting is part of the life pattern you must follow."
"Listen, baby," he said angrily, "I want to tell you something. You've got all the wrong ideas. All the wrong ideas."
Now she was crying.
"You are going to be late for school," she told him.
"School?" he said nervously. "Who cares about school now?"
"I do," she said, "you need an education to make a living. Unless you can make a living, you can't find a woman who will want you. It's that simple."
"Is it?" he asked.
"Yes," she said quickly, "it's that simple."
It was becoming increasingly difficult to communicate with him. He had his own ideas about sex. Now as he looked at his mother, still wearing the negligee she had on the night before, hot urges compelled him to ask her.
"How about one more fuck, mom?"
"No," she said shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders, "we mustn't do it anymore."
"Please," he said, "please, mom." He begged. "Please."
"No," she continued insisting. "It would be all wrong."
She couldn't seem to get the point across to him. He was bound and determined not to pay any attention to what she had to say.
"Listen to me," she said quickly, "please listen to me. If you will just stop a minute and think about it, you will realize that we are all wrong for each other. It isn't wrong that we want to show each other affection. That, darling, is good. But definitely it is the wrong thing for us to want to ball each other."
"I disagree with you," he said, "I couldn't disagree with you more. Some of those chicks at school are hard as nails. They charge money."
"They charge money?" she asked. "Yes," he replied, "and they charge plenty of money."
As they talked together they became more and more aware of the strange circumstances surrounding them.
"You see," she said, "nothing is easy. The little hookers at high school have a hard time of it. Maybe, they need the money for food. Maybe they really need it."
"Look, mom," he said, "you must have been born yesterday. Those damn little hookers at high school need the money for dope."
"For what, son?" she said in disbelief.
"Yes, mom," he said quickly, "they all take dope. And don't you think for one minute they worry about right or wrong. They have only one thing in mind; their own desires." Then he looked at her. "Sweetheart," he said, "I want to tell you something. I feel guilty as hell for doing what I'm doing. I know, baby, that I'm making you all uptight but I need your fuck so bad I can hardly stand it. I went back to bed and I couldn't sleep all night. All I could think about was your tongue sliding around my hot ass."
"Did I stimulate you that much?" she said, guilt surging through her now as she thought perhaps she had brought her son to a stage of sexual neurosis.
"That's all I could think of mom," he admitted. "I tossed and I turned, I was tormented."
"You poor darling," she said, "I feel guilty as hell."
"Well, you should," he told her. "You really should."
Now he was paying attention to her.
"Mom," he said, "tell me, tell me, please tell me, will you screw me?" m
"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "I really feel guilty. But if it means that much to you, baby, I'll do anything you want me to."
Now he was deciding to put the pitch all the way on her. He bent over and kissed her cheek but that wasn't enough. Soon his lips were crushing against hers. Then their mouths merged. Then opening her mouth, she received his hot tongue. They were panting excitedly together.
"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "you're beautiful."
She looked at him quickly, "Son," she said, "maybe if we do it quickly, you can make it to your second class."
"I want you to suck my ass, too," he insisted. "I might not make it to my third class."
"Well, I'm not going to have you miss the whole morning," she said, "so I guess we'll have to do it. Just sort of speed it up."
She thought about it a long moment and then fear seized her.
"What if your father should come home unexpectedly this morning?" she said. "It would be just like the bastard to come in when we least expect him."
"I know that," he agreed nervously. "I think the best thing for us to do is use the guest bedroom."
"Good thinking, son," she said, "good thinking."
Together they went to the guest bedroom and there they really had a ball. Now, she was really turning on. She took off all of her clothes and looked at him.
"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "it's going to be fun, just to watch you strip."
She lay in her bed, naked. Then she looked at her son. Slowly, he teased her by unbuttoning his shirt at a very slow tempo. Finally he had his shirt off. Then he looked at her.
"Have I got a good chest, mom?" he said, breathing deeply and expanding his chest as far as he could make it go.
"Oh, yes, son," she told him, "you're so handsome."
"Thank you, mom," he grinned shyly.
Apparently, he was attempting to get his ego up and his ,ego was coming up along with his cock which was rising with every second.
"What's that big bulge in your pants?" she smiled.
"My pecker, mom," he grinned, "just my pecker meat."
"Did you ever measure it?" she asked.
"I used to all the time when I was a fifth and sixth grader," he told her.
"Have you measured lately," she said.
"No," he admitted, "I should."
Now, he peeled out of his shorts and his huge cock flipped up before him. Grasping it proudly, he said, "Got a measure, mom?"
She scratched her head a bit nervously as she thought about the time it would take to get the tape measure. But now that she had suggested it, she had no alternative. She slipped on her negligee and went down the hall. Going to a corner closet she found the tape measure. Bringing it back, she told him, "Now flip your dick out. Let me measure it."
Proudly he held his dick out. She measured from the inside. He shook his head quickly.
"Oh, no, mom," he said, "I want you to measure from the underside. Underneath my balls. That's where the cock stem begins."
"Alright, you egotist," she said, "I see you won't be content unless I give you every benefit of the doubt."
"Absolutely not, mom," he told her. "I want every advantage when you measure my dick."
Now she was having a good time with it. They were playing with his prick, and he was enjoying it. He held it up for her so she could get the tape measure down there.
"This is so much fun, honey," she said. "I just love playing with you."
. "I'm glad you like it, mom," he said, "it's fun for me too."
At this point, he was really excited. Now he was really having a ball. It wasn't going to take him much longer to get it up there.
"Would you pull it for me?" he smiled at her. '
"Alright, darling," she said, "I'll be happy to."
She pulled back and forth on the proud cock. Then she poured some oil on it. As the oil went over the cock, it quivered.
"Oh, look at that," he smiled at her. "Isn't that something!"
Now the cock was quivering. He was really excited.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's too much, baby. Oh, yes, oh, yes baby."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Do it, baby," he begged her, "that's it, do it."
She was pulling back and forth at a good pitch. He was getting more stimulated every second.
"Ohh," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful, baby, oh, yes, longer, get it longer."
The longer she pumped on it the harder it got.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "that's wild. Oh, yes, yes. That's what I dig."
Faster and faster she was pumping now. Every second was more pleasurable.
"Ohh," he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, that's what I dig."
The delicious excitement was surging through his body at this point. She was enjoying every second of it.
"Oh, sweetheart, it's getting longer. I'm going to measure it when it gets longer."
The longer she pumped indeed, the harder it got. And this is what made him so delighted and excited. He could hardly wait for that magic moment when it would really be hard. Suddenly, she reached down and quit pumping.
"I'm going to measure now," she said.
She measured and discovered it was 7 inches long.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "I've really got a long one."
"You bet you have," she assured him. "Most boys are only six, you're seven, honey."
"Wow!" he growled.
"A real fucker," she said. "Baby, maybe I should play with you. Why don't you get in bed and let mama fondle you?"
He got on the bed and soon her hands were fondling him. She massaged his balls gently. Then she reached up to grasp his tool.
"How are you doing, darling?" she smiled at him. "Does it feel good?"
"Out of this world," he told her.
He was getting more and more excited every second. Now the tool was being pumped quicker.
"Do it," he told her, "that's it, do it!"
The pleasure was building and building. Suddenly, she got in there with her mouth. She let her tongue slip around his ass cheeks. He loved the feel of it.
"Keep that up," he begged, "that's beautiful. Ohh, yes, just like that."
Faster and faster the hot tongue licked around the ass. Every second was more pleasurable.
"Oh, I like that," he panted, "I love that."
Now he was going out of his mind with delight and excitement.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "suck, suck. Suck that. Ohh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like. Suck it."
The pleasure was building every second, he could hardly stand it.
"Eat my ass, mom. Eat it."
She was going to town now and he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Ohh," he panted excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, yes baby, I love that."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch. Soon, he would be juicing.
"Keep it going, darling," he begged her. "That's it. Ohh, ah, yes, yes!"
Now, he knew what was happening. He was getting there, and it couldn't be much longer.
"Suck it," he begged her. "Suck it, suck it, suck, baby."
The delicious excitement that surged through his body at this point, was reaching him.
"Ohh, mom," he panted, "eat my meat. Eat my ass."
She did both things quickly. She let her tongue slide in there and she pulled on his cock. His cock was getting longer every second. Suddenly, it was almost more than she could bear. She decided that she would suck it off.
"I'm going to eat your meat, now," she told him excitedly, "I've got to, baby, you've got me so stimulated I've got to have your juice."
Her mouth moved over his prick and soon she was sucking on the head of it.
"That's it, mama," he told her, "suck the juice out of the cock. "Oh, ah, yes, yes. Suck the head of it."
She was going out of her gourd with delight and pleasure. Faster and faster the mouth traveled over the juicy dick.
"That's what I like," he panted. "Oh, yes, baby. I love that."
Every moment was bringing more pleasure to her. She could hardly believe that she could do it so effectively.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "now you're sucking my juice. Ohh, get that prick. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, I love that."
The pleasure was building every second. They both were turning on.
"Eat my prick," he cried. "Eat it."
Suddenly, he grabbed her head and then he guided her down over his cock.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's beautiful. Oh, mom, I'm going to shoot in a minute. Let me throat fuck you for a second or two."
The hard dick drove into her. She felt it slipping down her throat, every moment she became more excited.
"Eat it," he begged. "Eat it, mom."
The passionate pitch was climaxing. It wouldn't be much longer now.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's what I like. Ohh, baby, that's beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The beautiful pleasure that they were deriving from this oral sexual activity, was climaxing in a wild cock stabbing session. The hard dick was driving down the throat, faster and faster.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "I'm almost there."
All at once the hot dick exploded.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "I'm shooting, mom. Get the juice out of it."
She got the juice out of his prick. Then, the hot urge to have another fuck seized her. As she slid her mouth off his cock, she could see that his cock just wouldn't go down.
"Darling," she said, "how would you like to fuck mother's ass-hole?"
"Oh, would you let me do it, mom?" Frank bubbled excitedly.
"If you want to, honey," she agreed.
"It would drive me out of my mind," he said. "Oh, yes, that's what I want. Oh, let me do it."
Sure enough, the opportunity was there and now he was going to take every advantage of it.
"I've got to get the grease first, darling," she said quickly. "Then we can do it."
Hastily getting a jar of vaseline, she dipped her finger in it. Then she slid it all around his prick.
"Put some on the balls, and play with them too," he suggested.
She thought it might be a creative sex idea, and she did. She rubbed his balls with the vaseline and then she played with them with her fingers.
"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "you have no idea how good that feels. Oh, yes, that is wild."
Now, he was really enjoying himself. Every second seemed more pleasurable than the last. "You like that honey?" she smiled. "Oh, yes," he panted, "I love it. That's beautiful."
Indeed, the pleasure was enormous.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you're too much."
They looked at each other and they were happy. Together they had really had a wild time of it.
"Baby," he panted, "you know that don't you?"
"Yes," she said, "I guess I am."
Now the pleasure was building. Every second it was building.
"It's going to be a little difficult to get my ass over this," she said, "but I'll straddle you, son."
Saying that, she straddled him. As she thrust her legs around him, she grasped his tool. Then she slid down over his cock.
"How does that feel, honey?" she asked.
"Beautiful," he said, "just beautiful."
She was riding up and down on his cock now. She was enjoying it more every moment.
"Oh, I like that," he panted. "It feels fantastic. Yes, mom, yes. Do it."
The pleasure was sensational. Every thrust downward was giving her more cock up her ass-hole. Her tits jiggled in front of his eyes. Reaching out he touched her breasts.
"Oh, these are beautiful," he told her. "You've got such a nice pair of tits."
She was happy and delighted as she saw her son going to town with his hands. Reaching out, he continued playing with her.
"Oh, that feels so good, dear," she said. "You have no idea how much mom appreciates all your love."
Every second "he was getting more excited.
"Fuck it," she begged him, "play with my tits! Fuck my ass-hole."
She was getting so stimulated she was a little bit carried away with her words but this didn't bother Frank a minute. Even though he was her own son, he loved having his mother turn on. Reaching up, he gripped her breasts.
"What a pair of knockers you've got, mom," he said licking his lips.
"Come on, honey, play with them."
It was a game, a passionate pastime. She loved it. Every thrust up her ass-hole, she enjoyed.
"Fuck me, darling," she begged. "Fuck me."
The hard dick drilled in there and every thrust became more pleasurable than the last one.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes."
The pure place of what was taking place was reaching her now. As the dick drove up her ass-hole, she was getting more stimulated every fantastic second.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "Oh, ahh, yes.
Pinch my nipples. Play with my breasts. Use your hands, honey. The full hand. That's it. Squeeze them. Oh, yes, baby, squeeze and ass fuck at the same time. Turn on, turn on honey."
Frank did indeed, turn on. His hard dick was drilling up there now in fast-paced thrusts. Every second he was getting more stimulated and excited.
"Keep it up," he begged. "Keep it up, mom. I like the way you grab it. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes. That's what I want."
The pleasure was building every second. Now he could hardly stand it.
"Ohh," he panted excitedly. "That is something else! Ohh, ahh, yes, yes!"
The passionate pleasure had built to fever pitch. Every second of it was reaching him.
"Oh," he gasped, "that's too much, baby, too much."
They had made it. Now he was juicing. A flash flood of sperm was juicing into her. m
"You made it, honey," she gasped, "you made it."
Indeed he had, the hot meat juice was shooting in a steady stream.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that is fantastic. Twist your tail. Milk it. Oh, ah, yes, that's what I want, just like that!"
The beautiful pleasure of what they were going through now had reached him and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, fuck it, fuck it," he said. "Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, fuck baby, fuck!"
Frankly, she thought her young son would flip out. It bothered her no end to see him that excited.
"Fuck it," she cried out. "Fuck, baby, baby."
Even though she knew she shouldn't be participating in his frenzy, she felt she had to.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "you're too much, honey. Oh, ah, yes, darling, yes."
This was it. The passionate pleasure that she wanted.
"Oh, honey," she sighed excitedly, "you were wild."
His hands released the breasts and his mother slid her ass off his cock.
"Baby," he told her, "I'd love to eat your snatch, now."
"Haven't you had enough, darling?" she smiled.
"No," he told her, "I can never get enough of you."
She knew that he meant it too. Now he pressed his tongue into her pussy as she straddled his face. He looked at her cunt close-up. He loved to look at the curly pubic hairs. He could see her mound was glistening.
"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "you're too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want, mom. Keep it up."
She was getting more and more excited every second. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer now. The hot tongue that flipped in excited her. Every second he thrust farther and farther into her cunt.
"Eat me," she begged. "Eat me, son."
Indeed, he was eager to eat his mother. He massaged her buttocks, as he continued pulling.
"Oh," he begged, "that's wild, wild, baby."
The pleasure was building. Both of them were stimulated. Now she angled her hips so she could force her cunt farther over his face. His hot tongue reached out. He was licking her vagina.
"Lick it," she urged him on. "Lick, baby, lick. Oh, yes. Lick it just like that. Ohh, I love that. Lick it."
The hot tongue was sweeping in there. Surging her on her new sexual heights.
"Suck my cunt," she begged. "Suck cunt, suck cunt."
The two of them were going to town. Every second becoming more exciting than the last.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "what a beautiful suck that is."
The pleasure was building and building. He knew it couldn't be much longer now, but he wanted to tantalize her with the tip of his tongue. And so, he pried her pussy lips apart. He could see the quivering, moist, pink flesh. He loved the smell of the inside of her. Then when he popped her clitoris out, he let his tongue slide along it. He licked it like a small quivering penis. She jumped.
"Suck it," she begged him. "Suck me, son. Suck your mama's pussy."
His hot tongue stabbed in there. He was licking her quivering mound and enjoying it more every second.
"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "what a wonderful time we had. Oh, ah, yes, darling, yes, that's too much."
"Oh, baby, keep it going," she panted.
The hot tongue twirled around inside her and she knew that she would be juicing soon.
He loved to lick her velvety vagina walls. And he particularly loved to let his tongue slide along the slit. Then he nibbled at her clitoris. And that did it. She reached down and grabbed his head and held him, smothering him over her pussy.
"You made me cum," she gasped excitedly. "You got me there, baby. You made me do it."
Sure enough, she was juicing in his face. He was licking her quivering cunt.
"Oh, yes," she gasped excitedly, "that's what I want, baby. Lick me, eat me. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The passionate pleasure that he was deriving from his activity was surprising even to him. He had his hands massaging her ass cheeks and he didn't stop when she pulled her cunt away.
"Let me lick your ass-hole now," he demanded.
Lifting up and moving over she let him do this. Lowering her ass over his face, he suddenly stabbed with his tongue. It surged all the way in her ass-hole. Now, she was in sexual orbit.
"Oh, Frank, honey," she gasped excitedly, "let me ride your tongue. Your tongue is a slippery-slide, honey."
She let her ass ride up and down on his tongue. Every second was more exciting than the last. He reached in to finger her snatch as he ate her ass out.
"Suck ass," she begged, "suck ass, honey."
Furiously the hot tongue went to town. It was an exciting moment for them both.
"Eat it," she begged, "eat my ass-hole, honey."
He loved licking his mother's ass-hole. He never knew that he would do this. Yet, the opportunity was there and he was taking full advantage of it. His hands gripped her buttocks tightly.
"Suck it!" she begged, "suck, baby, suck."
The pleasure had built to fever pitch and finally, he knew that he was there.
"Oh, ah," he panted excitedly, "that's too much, baby. Too much!"
The fast pitch tongue action had really gotten to him. It was beautiful pleasure. Pleasure, such as he had never had before in his life. When his mother started juicing, he quickly let his tongue lick along her slit once more.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat me."
The hot tongue licked once more and then he juiced.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that was too much, baby, too much."
Indeed, it was too much. Pleasure beyond belief.
"Oh," he gasped, "what a time we've had."
She got off him and looked at him.
"Darling," she said, "I guess I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not."
"I'm not either, mom," he assured her. "I enjoyed every sweet sucking second of it."
"Me too, baby," she said quivering. "I feel guilty now in a way."
"But, you just said you weren't guilty," he reminded her.
"Flashes of guilt keep coming through to mar my happiness," she said. "I just can't seem to release myself from this guilty feeling."
"Don't feel guilty, mom," he insisted. "We just had a good time."
He slapped her ass cheeks and she said: "Not so rough, honey."
He was getting harder and she was afraid he would want more action.
"Now, baby," she said, "don't tell me you want to screw my ass-hole again."
"Another position, maybe," he smiled.
"like a dog on the floor?" she demanded.
"Why not?" he smiled.
She knew that he meant business and she wasn't at all eager for it.
"You know I can't help it," he said, "I look at your ass and I get turned on."
"Well, then don't look at it," she said. "I'd better put something on quick."
As she slid into her negligee, he grabbed at her.
"Bend over," he said, "bend over and give me a fast one."
There was no alternative. She bent over for her son. Then he gripped her ass and mounted her right there. His hot dick drove in there.
"Fuck it," he told her quickly, "fuck, fuck."
As the dick drilled in there, he was more and more excited every second.
"That's it," he panted excitedly. "Do it, baby, do it."
The tremendous surge of excitement was building now. As she twisted her tail, it hurt a little.
"You're too rough, honey," she said. "The ass is a tender place to screw. Take it easy."
He tried to take it easy but it was difficult. His passion was building to such a peak that it was difficult for him to slow down.
"Fuck it," he gasped. "Fuck, mom, fuck."
She twisted her tail for him and he was deriving more and more pleasure from it.
"Oh," he gasped, "I love it. Oh, yes, do it."
Faster and faster action was taking place now and he was enjoying it more every second.
"Screw it!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Screw it!"
The dick was driving in there and there was no doubt about it, he was really getting a fuck.
"Oh, baby," he panted. "That is too much."
The hard dick was drilling in there in fierce, sudden jabs. Suddenly, she felt him gripping for breasts. She knew when he pinched her nipples that he was going to juice.
"I'm going to shoot in a second," he told her. "Get ready. I'm a real pistol, mom. I'm getting my gun off."
That was it. The hard dick exploded. She felt the juice gushing into her ass-hole.
"Ohh," she gasped excitedly, "you made it again."
His fingers were pressing much too tight on her nipples now and she told him, "You're hurting me."
"I'm enjoying it," he gasped excitedly. "We're having a ball."
"Yes," she said, "we are but remember my ass."
He kept shooting and finally he slid himself out.
"That was wild," he panted, "wild."
The pleasure had been almost more than they could stand.
"Ohh," he gasped, as he slid his tool out of her, "what a fuck off."
He smiled at her and she smiled at him.
"Baby," he smiled, "you were beautiful. What a butt!"
"Well, it's nice to be appreciated, honey," she said. "But you were a little rough, you really were."
"Sorry about that," he told her.
Indeed, he was sorry but not for long. He bent over and kissed her ass.
"That is love," she said, "pure love."
Then she" walked out of the bedroom and called out to him, "What class is that you're going to next?"
"Sex education," he chuckled.