Chapter 3
"David . . . David," she whispered, kneeling over him. "Wake up. It's me."
He sat up in bed and blinked the sleep from his eyes. There was his mother. Naked. Clearly as horny as a bitch in heat.
"I've got to fuck you," Carol told her son, running her hands over his chest. "Just can't help myself."
"What happened, Mom? What's got you so heated up?"
"It was your father," Carol whispered. "He woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to fuck me. It was like being in bed with a pig. When he touched me, my skin crawled."
"What did you do?"
"As little as I could get away with," Carol said shakily. "Jacked him off. God, his ugly cock felt like something dead in my hand, but somehow I managed to get through it. I made him come, and he was satisfied. A couple of minutes later, and he was sound asleep again snoring like nothing had happened. But I was wide awake by then. Thinking of you, David. Understand?"
David nodded. "Sure". I was just dreaming about you. Look."
He gestured toward his crotch. Turning around, his mother pulled the blanket away and got the message. From the flap of his pajama bottoms, his aroused cock emerged in full hardness, straining to stand straight up but too swollen with its own weight to withstand gravity.
"Oh, Jesus!" Carol gasped at the sight of her son's massive prick. "This is the prick I've been hungry for my whole life. Me and every other woman. But I'm the one who's got it—mmmmmm, all to myself."
She gathered David's cock and balls up in her hands, leaning down to bring them toward her face. Her tongue did some licking, her lips some nibbling.
"You know what I haven't done to you yet?" Carol said. "I haven't sucked your prick. And, if I do say so myself, I'm damn good at cocksucking.
"Be my guest!"
Carol lowered her mouth over the knob of her son's cock, teasing with just enough suction to make his hips twitch. He immediately wanted her to suck his prick harder.
"Eat "my cock, Mom. Eat it," he urged. "Eat my prick."
"But it's such a big prick." Carol took a new direction with her teasing. "I'm starting to wonder if I can really do your cock justice. Maybe I've bit off more than I can chew. A blow-job's hardly worth starting unless a woman knows she can take the whole cock in her mouth. And your cock has me worried."
"Try, Mom, please try!" David panted. "Don't back out on me now."
"Well, if you insist," Carol giggled.
She swooped down on her son's prick. With a single slurp, she swallowed at least half of his cockshaft, the knotty head lodged solidly in her throat.
"Suck my prick down to my balls, Mom. Every inch of my prick," David coaxed. "You can do it if anybody can."
Carol held her breath. Her slurping filled the room as she bore down . . . down. Drooling. Gulping.
"God, you did it! Really did it, Mom!" David gasped with awe when he felt his mother's lips around the base of his thoroughly eaten prick. "Got all of my cock in your mouth. Tell you the truth, I didn't actually believe you could take all my prickmeat!"
Carol brimmed with inner pride. Of course she had never questioned her ability to deep-throat David's entire prick, but it certainly did her a lot of good to gain her son's respect after all these years of him taking after his abusive father.
Determined to give David the best blow-job possible, Carol began sliding her lips up and down the long, thick shaft of his giant cock. Her fuck-strokes increased in range until she would be sucking just the cock-head at one instant, then, in the next, have gobbled all the way down to his balls. Up and down his prick. Over and over again.
David reacted just like he was fucking a cunt. His hips thrashed, and his ass rose and fell. Churning in their sac, his balls seemed to swim in a lake of their own mounting cum.
But the fun was just beginning. Carol had another treat in store for her son besides just going down on his prick. There was no reason why she couldn't put his mouth to work, too.
Continuing the blow-job, she swung her naked body around on top him. This meant straddling his head with her knees. He found himself staring at her hairy pussy as it spread from the rear right in his face. Her cunt was near his mouth, inviting him to feast on pussy meat.
David's tongue poked into his mother's cunt slit. His lips followed, pressing against the fleshy rims of her cunt. Then he burrowed until his face was clasped by her thighs, and his nostrils were filled with pussy hair.
It was a 69 between parent and child—Carol sucking her son's cock, and David eating his mother's cunt.
The fucking and sucking couldn't go on for long without some strong coming. It was only a question of which partner would climax first.
It was, as it turned out, an orgasmic tie.
Just when David's tongue had prodded his mother's cunt into a state of erotic release, his cock erupted in her mouth. Pussy juice and cum flowed simultaneously, mother and son lapping up their fuck juices with greedy hunger.
The climaxes lasted longer than they would have if any other couple had been fucking in 69 position. Carol's pussy seemed to have a hidden well inside of it, and David kept shooting cum from his cock as if he had a faucet between his legs.
Then it was over. Her pussy drained, Carol released David's spent prick from her mouth and toppled from her perch. They both sprawled on the bed, silent except for the deep breaths they traded in the darkness.
"Well, Mom," David eventually said. "I guess I've fucked you about every way there is to fuck."
Carol had to laugh. "Every way?"
"Yeah, you know—fucking, sucking ..."
"You're sure now that we've gone the whole route?" Carol chuckled as she lolled on her back, savoring the surprise she had in store for her inexperienced son.
"What other fucking is there?" David asked uneasily, sensing his mother's amusement.
"You're a smart boy," Carol answered. "Let's see if you can figure it out."
Rolling over onto her stomach, she lay her head on a pillow and drew herself up on her knees. Facing away from David, she pointed her raised ass in his direction.
Seeing his mother in this new position, David was both intrigued and puzzled. Sitting up and scratching his head, he tried to guess just exactly what she was tempting him to do to her.
Now Carol separated her knees as far apart as they would go. This opened the plump halves of her ass so her crack yawned from the tops of her spread thighs to the base of her spine. Her upside-down pussy dripped with her son's leftover cum, while just above, her asshole was as round and red as a ripe cherry.
David thought that perhaps he was expected to dog-fuck his mother's cunt. But Carol reached behind and placed her hand over her pussy to seal it off. Then she let out a long, hissing fart that smelled as sweet to David as anything he had ever sniffed.
"Getting the idea yet, Son?" Carol murmured back to him as he crawled toward her.
She farted again, tapping her vibrating asshole with a fingertip as the pungent vapor escaped.
"Mom, are you, uh, trying to tell me that . . . well, that you want me to—"
"Yes! Exactly what you're thinking!" Carol cut her flustered son off. "Only let me hear you say it."
Carol gripped her asscheeks. Yanked them apart even farther so her son could not miss her asshole.
"Say it!" she demanded. "What do I want?"
David could have no doubt about the nature of his mother's desire any longer. It was obvious what she craved.
"A fuck in the ass," David whispered, peering into his mother's open ass.
"Mmmm-hmmmmm," Carol confirmed. "Your huge cock driving up my tightest fuckhole is what I need from you, son."
"God, Mom," David blurted with concern. "Won't it hurt?"
"It damn well better," Carol answered matter-of-factly. "That's what ass-fucking's all about for a woman."
"And for the guy?" David asked. "What about me, Mom? Am I supposed to enjoy hurting you?"
Carol had to laugh.
"You may not think so now," she said. "But once your big prick's buried up my ass, and I'm screaming that you're ripping me in two, you won't believe how macho you'll feel. That's when you'll stop being just a boy and become a real man."
"Wow, it all makes so much sense when I hear you say it, Mom," David admitted.
"Setting things straight is a parent's duty," Carol chuckled. "Now are you going to fuck me in the ass, or are we going to keep going over it like we were deciding which college you should go to?"
David replied, not with words, but with his hot breath in the split of his mother's ass. He licked Carol from spine to belly, then back up again. Briefly he tongued her shitpit, lubricating her narrow asshole with spit to grease the way as well as he could for the insertion of his rigid prick.
Now, kneeling with his cock in hand, he pressed the head of his prick against the pucker of his mother's asshole. The tip of his prick penetrated, but this mere beginning was hardly enough to satisfy her.
('You've got to shove your prick," she instructed. "Really ram my ass for both of us to get the most out of it."
"Like this, Mom?"
His crotch lurched, thrusting his cock forward so its knob and three or four inches of its shaft entered his mother's tight ass tunnel.
"Mmmrn, yes, you're getting the hang of it, all right," Carol moaned. "Only more. Fuck deeper, harder. Only your whole cock in my ass will do."
David's surged again. Carol's loins quivered as her asshole was shafted by what would have been the entire length of a normal hard-on. Her son's immense prick was anything but normal, though. He still had several inches to go until he'd ass-fucked his mother to his balls.
"Push your prick! Sink it all the way in my cunt!" Carol begged. "Hurt me bad! Make me suffer!"
Gritting his teeth, David channeled his strength between his waist and thighs. His prick made more forward progress, but now it was starting to get tougher. Carol's asshole had turned stubborn. To ass-fuck his mother to the hilt, he would have to resort to a cruel extreme. Dish out punishment as if his cock were a weapon.
"This is it, Mom," he told his mother. "No more Mr. Nice Guy."
"Yes, yes," Carol squealed. "Be an animal! Fuck me as-mean as you can!"
"I intend to," David growled, getting completely into the rough feel of his brutal role.
He hunched over his mother's back, grabbing double fistfuls of her long, brown hair. Then he pulled it, snapping her head back. The leverage this gave him enabled him to jab his crotch forward, hammering his prickshaft like a sharp stake into her shitpit.
Carol reacted violently as those last inches of cock barged home. Her ass was so packed that she could feel every bit of her son's huge prick within her ass tunnel, from the thick root stretching her asshole to the head in her bowels.
"Oh, David! You did it ... did it!" Carol babbled. "Give me your giant cock all the way up my ass!"
"Does it hurt as much as you expected it to, Mom?" David asked.
"Oh, more! Much, much more!'' Carol squealed. "Hurts my ass so much better than even I thought it would!"
"Just wait'll I start to move my cock," David gasped. "You'll swear you have a piledriver up your ass. Hope you're woman enough to stand it."
"Hope you're man enough to keep it up when I start suffering so much, you'll swear you're fucking me to death!"
"I'm on board for the whole trip," David vowed.
"Then fuck me to pieces! If it turns out that way, I'm ready to die!"
"It's your funeral and my pleasure, Mom."
David dropped his hands to his mother's tits, clutching them like handles so their spongy flesh oozed between his gouging fingers. At the same time, his hips rocked, turning his huge prick into a muscular piston within her shithole.
The friction generated by cock and ass started out with sizzling impact and heated up from there. The strokes of David's fucker grew longer with each punishing thrust.
Quickly, a pattern was established in which
David would leave only the knob of his prick inside his mother's ass when he pulled back. Then, abruptly, he would surge forward, slamming his crotch against her asscheeks while his cock-head plunged into the shit which clogged her spasming ass channel.
"God, it's murder! Sweet murder!" Carol winced. "Kill me, David, kill me!"
"You might wish I had by the time I'm finished ass-fucking you," David blustered, enjoying his savage domination.
"Just keep doing what you're doing," Carol gasped. "Only fuck harder, harder!"
David used his fingernails like claws on his mother's tits, piercing her tender tit flesh so blood flowed. He powered a cock-thrust so far up her ass that her insides could be heard rumbling.
For Carol, the pain was intense. If ever she was going to cave in and call it quits, this was time. Instead, she swooned with pleasure and climaxed on the spot.
"Now you're the one who'd better hold on, stud. I'm coming so hard that I don't know if I can control myself!"
Up on all fours, she rocked back and forth, controlling the rhythm of the cock-strokes in her ass. David's balance wavered as his mother took over the fucking momentum. He tried to re-establish his control, but strengthened by orgasm, his mother was too much for him.
Carol bucked with her ass so mightily that her knees temporarily left the bed. David wobbled, then pitched backward when she reared up with the top half of her body and sat on his crotch.
Now, with her son's cock angling straight up in her ass, she swiveled around on top of him so she could face him. He gasped from the twisting of his prick as he writhed on the bottom of the fucking action.
"Okay, it's your turn to suffer some," Carol told her son. "I don't want you to miss out on a thing."
She flattened her hands on David's chest, pushing herself up and down so her asshole slid along the pole of his prick. The fucking was all her show at this point.
"Getting ready to come, sonny boy?" Carol asked.
"Yes! God, yes!" David gasped. "My nuts feel like they're gonna explode!"
"Is that right?" Carol chuckled. Then she stopped moving.
"What're you doing, Mom, trying to drive me crazy?" David croaked. "My prick was ready to blow."
"Like I said—teaching you to suffer," Carol taunted. "It would be too easy to let you come in my ass whenever you feel like it."
"You damn bitch!"
Carol enjoyed her son's anger. Liked being called dirty names.
"What else am I?" she spurred him on.
"Whore! Scumbag!" David fumed.
"Mmmmm, seems to me you deserve a reward for your colorful vocabulary."
She started moving her hips again, applying renewed pressure on her son's prick with her rippling asshole. Once again, she brought him to the brink of the climax which he so desperately required to relieve the terrible stress in his balls.
David's balls churned, his cum rising. That imaginary faucet was being turned in the pit of his crotch. He blotted everything from his mind but the urge to come.
And the result for him was the same as if he had smashed without warning into a brick wall.
This time, his mother stalled his climax with an even more frustrating technique than she had used the first time. Springing abruptly up on her knees, she pulled her ass all the way off his prick, leaving his hard-on twitching in mid-air.
"Hell, I can't stand this!" he rasped. "One way or another, I've got to come!"
Carol had intended to sit back down on her son's prick so the ass-fuck could finally reach its logical conclusion. However, he couldn't wait for her to finish playing her game.
Now it was Carol's turn to be surprised. David pushed her away. His hand went to his cock so he could complete the job of coming by jacking-off.
Her sport unexpectedly interrupted, Carol had to move swiftly if she was going to salvage anything from the fucking action. She was up to the task. As her son beat his prick, she placed her face above his crotch.
She acted just in time. His prick couldn't take much stroking with erupting. Suddenly it was spurting jizz.
The torrent of cum splashed directly in her face. She wagged her head, taking jizz from ear to ear. Then she bobbed, catching jagged trails of cum from her forehead to her chin.
By the time David had emptied his balls, his mother was a creamy mess of jism from the neck up. The only part of her features that was not dripping with cum was her teeth, which she showed in a triumphant smile.
"Wasn't the way I planned it," she told her exhausted son through dripping lips. "But I'm not complaining. I'll take your cum any way I can get it, David."
David looked up at his mother. Her face was a melting mask of fresh jizz. He had been so steamed at her when she had been playing games. But now all was forgiven, for she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Still mad at me?" Carol asked, then flicked the pink tip of her tongue at the side of her mouth to snag a pearl of white cock-juice.
"No way, Mom. Whatever crazy thing you do, it's all worth it in the end. I might be just a punk kid, but I'm smart enough to know when I've got a good thing going for me."
"Correction. You're no kid anymore," Carol said. "Like I said when I got in bed with you—by the time this fuck was over you'd be a man."
She paused, licking some more cum from her lips.
"And, ooooh, stud. That's just what you are," she sighed. "A man . . . My man!"