Chapter 10
Ken gritted his teeth tenaciously as he got set to insert his penis inside his mother's beautiful anus.
He gripped her buttocks for a few seconds more, then suddenly shoved his cock forward. He pushed it with one swift, decisive forward stab. He entered her with brilliant impact, putting just the right amount of pressure into his stabbing thrust. Back and forth he drove his steely tool, plunging it into her ass-hole as she reciprocated by flinging her hips back and forth, enjoying the stirring movements that he was sending her way.
"This is beautiful," she said. "Keep your cock grinding. Shove it inside my ass-hole. Come on, really blast away."
As Ken kept up his searing pace, he found himself-plunging his tool ever so sharply and more deeply inside her ass-hole than ever. He kept on spiritedly grinding his hot dick, and as he sent it deep inside her he fingered her thighs. He moved his fingers up and down her legs, and all the while the fucking continued at a steady clip. He loved what he was doing, asserting his cock forward as he plunged it inside her ass-hole.
With great determination he plunged it even deeper than before, putting everything that he had into each and every stroke. Ken was thoroughly enjoying the screwing action, knowing how eager he was to get off his rocks. So he kept it up, allowing his surging tool to smash back and forth as he ground it deep into her anus. He kept on employing his tongue with savage desire, working it inside his lover's ass-hole as he drove himself that much nearer to the point of orgasm.
His brisk, determined stabs kept on finding their mark. Ken enjoyed what he was doing. With every sharp tenacious thrust he pushed himself that much closer to orgasm. He kept ramming his hot tool, working it convincingly inside her as he drove ever nearer to that fervent moment of climax. His hard cock kept on stabbing and grinding, and all the while he was moving that much closer. It was a sensation unlike anything Ken had ever experienced before in his life. Never had he sank his cock into an ass-hole, and he could see that for tightness it couldn't match the sensations he was experiencing as he kept on fervently wielding his dick, grinding it inside her anus.
"This is so good," he said. "I like the tightness."
In order to help Ken out all the more, his mother purposely tightened her ass cheeks. Her whole body quivered as he kept on asserting himself brilliantly, pushing his sharp, tenacious tool ever deeper into her ass-hole. He ground and stabbed his hard dick inside her as he moved that much more steadily toward the big moment. Ken kept on plunging his dick deep inside her, fucking her hard and fast, brilliantly moving toward that great moment when the juices would be spraying from the end of his big dick.
He loved the challenge of fucking a hot, tight ass. He kept sending it forward, working it with great conviction inside her ass-hole as he fucked himself that much nearer to the point of orgasm. He could feel the mounting passions in his balls, and he knew there would be no way he could hold out for much longer. So he kept right at it, fucking her hard and fast, and as he moved that much nearer toward orgasm, she flipped her ass cheeks more rapidly than before. She kicked her legs back and forth as Ken continued his movements, sending his stabbing tool deep inside her anus as he ground himself that much nearer to orgasm.
"Keep fucking me," she exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Grind it hard inside my ass-hole. Fuck me real nice. Keep it going. Give me a good screw. Keep your cock inside my ass-hole. Ram it into me. Drive it hard."
Her hips kept fluttering, and all the while Ken continued his stroking. His flaming, impassioned dick kept on surging forward as he plunged his tool into her anus and projected himself that much closer to climax. He reached out and let his fingers hold on sharply to her thighs as his rigid prick kept up the pace, working deep inside her ass-hole as he got set to unleash his spirited droplets of cock juice.
"Just keep it moving," she said. "Fuck me. Just drive your cock inside my ass-hole. Come on, go off inside me. Keep your burning cock plunging. Stab it inside my hot ass. Do it. Come on and do it. I love your stroke technique. Come on, give me a nice fuck. Screw my hot ass."
A few stimulating cock strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from his hot cock. As they began to splash, he rammed his dick no back and forth a few more times. He was enjoying the stimulating passions that developed between the two of them, and he could hardly believe that anything could be quite this good. There he was, rocking his cock back and forth, enjoying the stimulating impact as the juices surged from his tool and into her ass-hole.
"You really fucked me," she said.
Ken released his dick from her anus at that point. He stretched out on the bed for a few seconds, but she would not give him any opportunity to rest. Betty reached out with both hands, allowing her fingers to glide against her lover's testicles. She held on firmly to them for several moments, then teased them with her swift, decisive finger stabs. Pretty soon she was asserting her fingers against his long hard prick. She glided her fingers ever so eagerly against his tool, causing him to feel the same degree of physical agitation that he had before he orgasmed inside her ass-hole.
"Damned, but my cock itches," he said.
"Then I think you ought to stab my pussy with it."
"I don't see why not."
"Let's really get into it."
His fingers maneuvered around her ass cheeks for a few more strokes. He then felt it was time to get on to some more fucking. Betty released her fingers from his cock. He was set to engage her in another tenacious screw. He wanted to ram his cock into her, to drive it at a steadily accelerating clip until every droplet of his satisfying juice bolted from the end of his hot rangy tool.
Before Ken started, he looked down at his penis. He reached out with both hands and began to finger his cock. He continued to do so for a few more moments, after which he abruptly released his fingers from his dick.
"Here we go," he said. "I've got to get inside your hot cunt. I've just got to fuck you."
He reached out and grabbed her thighs, parting them. He pushed his penis forward, letting it slide inside her pussy. Her ass cheeks wiggled with delight as he rammed his cock forward.
The thing that Betty liked most was the way that her son was developing in the act of sex with her. He had now reached the point wherein he knew just exactly what he wanted. He worked his hot, throbbing tool back and forth as he plunged his pecker inside her mound. He ground it surgingly inside her pussy. He slid it with stimulating passion and joy as he kept on grinding his dick ever deeper into her mound, and all the while she reacted sharply to his stimulating efforts. Her hips kept on grinding and threshing as he worked himself ever nearer to orgasm, letting his hot tool constantly collide with her pussy. He reached out and let his fingers run up and down her legs, and all the while he pushed that much closer to climax. He kept sending his stimulating dick ever so deeply inside her snatch, working himself that much nearer to the great moment of orgasm.
"Fuck me," she said impatiently. "I'm getting so close to juicing, baby. Your hot cock action does it. Oh, damned, I feel such tremendous itchiness in my pussy. I've got to juice."
As her body danced vigorously back and forth, Betty heaved a deep sigh. The juices began to spray from her pussy. She was overjoyed at what was happening to her. She was coming alive with her own son Ken. Enjoying him sexually in a way that she hadn't enjoyed Phillip in quite a spell. And all the while he kept on driving his hard throbbing stick inside her pussy. He kept on fucking her, working himself that much closer to that great moment of orgasm. A few strokes later, the juices were ready to spill. He fucked her hard and fast, and as he did, the juices were about to ignite from the end of his hard sharp tool.
"Keep it going," she said. "You're really grinding your cock, baby. I like this. Just keep fucking. Come on, ram your dick inside my pussy."
A few brilliant cock strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from the end of his tool. He reached out and slapped at her buttocks several times, and all the while the juices were ready to unfurl from his throbbing member and into her mound.
A few brisk fucking stabs later, the cock juices were set to ignite. He kept blasting away, fucking her sharply, sending his hot stabbing rod deep into her pussy as the juices were ready to explode.
He slapped at her buttocks a few more times, and suddenly the juices were ready to shoot. The first few droplets spilled forward, being followed by an avalanche of the thick white cream. As it sprayed voluminously from the end of his tool, his whole body jerked back and forth,' propelling with wild excitement. It kept on spraying as the final few droplets shot from his testicles. At that point Ken removed his penis from his lover's snatch.
"That was really a great one," she smiled at her son. "You know how to fuck me, sweetheart. I really admire your cock."
"I admire your cunt," Ken told her.
"I guess we'd better get dressed," Betty giggled. "Your father will probably be home in another hour."
"I guess we'd better," Ken laughed.
CHAPTER ll
The next afternoon Betty was at the house alone with her daughter Carla.
Phillip had taken Ken boating, and even though Betty had had a lot of fun screwing with Ken the day before, she was a little depressed again. She hated to have her handsome son gone. She would have liked to engage in sex with him again. That was the way that her disposition ran. Once that Betty was stimulated and involved herself in sex, she found that it was next to impossible for her to avoid steady activity. The more she received, the more she wanted. The times when she was receiving next to nothing from Phillip, even though she had craved for sex, it was in a different way. At that time she was like a woman dying of thirst in an expansive desert, desiring only a drop. Now that she had received that drop of water, she wanted to gulp down an entire pitcher and eliminate her thirst. She wanted to engage Ken in brisk sex once more, but knew that it would be impossible that day. As a matter-of-fact, she knew she would have to play things intelligently or else face the consequences. It had to always be timed when nobody else was around, and when nobody was expected.
As for Carla, she arrived home unexpectedly early from her skiing trip. The conditions have been so crowded at the mountains and so many people had made their way from the city there for skiing purposes, that she encountered great difficulties. As a result, lovely Carla had come home early.
Every time that Betty focused her eyes in Carla's direction, she was that much more impressed by her daughter. She could see that at sixteen she was definitely becoming a lady. She liked the fact that Carla possessed the same kind of exquisite figure she did. She made certain that she kept hers intact in the same way Betty did, through lots of exercise.
Even though it wasn't a particularly warm afternoon, Betty felt like she could use a swim. Since their back yard pool was always heated, she decided that she would like to go out and use it. At least, she felt, perhaps that would get her mind off sex for the time being.
She walked into her bedroom and changed into her stunning yellow bikini. As Betty climbed into the bikini, she examined herself for several moments in the mirror. She was quite proud of her figure. She recalled how, at a reunion that her high school graduating class held just a few months earlier, she was without a doubt the trimmest and loveliest woman of her graduating class. A number of her friends, including many who in their days had been stunning women, had just failed to take care of themselves in the same way that she did. She did all she could to retain her spark of youth. In short, she sought to think young.
She finished putting on her bikini, then walked into the other room. As she moved toward the sliding glass door that would take her into the back yard, Carla, who had been reading a movie magazine, then jumped up from the chair.
"Where are you going, mom? she asked. "Gonna take a swim?"
"Yes, I thought I could use the exercise. How would you like to join me?"
"You know, I hadn't thought about it. Maybe because it isn't all that warm. But with the heated pool and all, we can take a swim. You know, I think that would be a good idea."
"Then I'll be waiting for you, dear."
"I'll change right now," Carla said.
Betty stretched out on a chaise lounge, waiting for her daughter to enter the back yard.
A few seconds later, she heard footsteps. She turned around and observed Carla standing a few feet away from her, smiling broadly as she stood there in a dazzling bright red bikini. As Betty surveyed her, she recognized that she was put together every bit as beautifully as she was. She was proud to have a daughter like Carla, who was so bright, so beautiful, and so conscientious about life in general.
"Ready to swim?" Betty asked as she got up from the chaise lounge.
"I sure am. You know, it was terrible in the mountains yesterday. So crowded. We just didn't have any room to ski at all."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"You wait until the good part of the season, figuring that you're gonna get to ski. And then when you get up to the mountains, you run into all kinds of trouble. This is lousy, damned lousy."
"I guess you have too much of a good thing. When it's that nice, everybody wants in on the act."
"That's exactly right, mom."
Betty watched as her daughter sprang forward, executing a flying leap into the deep end of the pool. She watched her daughter's beautifully coordinated body propel her through the blue waters to the shallow end of the pool.
"Come on in, the water's fine," Carla encouraged.
Betty dove in into the deep end, letting her nimble body glide against the water. It made her feel good to experience the tingly sensations of the water, and the exercise stimulated her all the more. Instead of becoming less horny, she found herself thinking more intensely about sex. She could see that even though she was enjoying the swimming, the strategy had been all wrong. She kept thinking about how great it would be to jump into bed with her young son.
They swam for several long minutes, after which they both climbed out of the pool and toweled themselves off briskly. Betty was amazed at how many times she found her eyes shooting in the direction of her daughter, who looked so totally lovely.
"You know what I could stand to do right now," Carla said after finishing toweling off her body. "What?"
"I haven't gone into the sauna room for quite a few days."
"You know, you're right. It would be nice to take a sauna bath."
"It does such wonders for a girl's figure," she laughed.
"Your figure is so superb that nothing could improve it," Betty smiled proudly.
"Thank you, mom, I just hope that someday it'll be as good as yours."
"Don't talk that nonsense. It already is. In fact, it's better."
"You're so sweet the way you talk."
They walked back inside the house, making their way down the stairs leading into the basement where they had installed the sauna room. Betty opened the door and entered inside it first. She stretched out on the towel.
As she lay on one of the wooden benches, her daughter stepped inside, stretching out next to her. As the sweat began to accumulate, lovely Carla got up from where she was lying.
"Are you going out already?" Betty asked, opening her eyes. She had been stretching out with her eyes closed, thinking some more about Ken.
"No, I'm not gonna do that. I'm thinking instead of just taking off my bikini. I love lying nude in the sauna."
"You know, you're right. That wouldn't be a bad idea at all."
Carla reached out and undid the top of her bikini. Betty found herself watching with fascination. As she observed the bikini top fall to the floor, she got a good look at her daughter's firm ripe breasts. They looked ravishing, and she could see that Carla, even at sixteen, possessed eye-popping measurements, the kind that turned men into cavemen and made women jealous.
She then slid her bikini bottoms down her legs, kicking them off. She lay there totally nude, and Betty found herself examining even her daughter's pubic mound. She observed the black snatch hairs, and wondered just how many times her lovely daughter had put out for men. Even though she seemed rather conservative on the subject of sex, particularly for a girl her age, Betty had the idea that she had put out at least several times for certain young men.
As Carla continued to lie there totally naked, Betty decided to emulate her. She got up and began to remove her bikini top. As she did so, her daughter Carla looked over at her and smiled.
"Taking a cue from me?" she asked.
"I suppose so. You're right. A person should be nude in one of these things."
As Betty stripped down, removing her bikini top and bottoms, she lay back on the wooden bench. She began thinking about Ken again, her mind wandering for the next few minutes. After that, her daughter resumed conversation.
"Mom, how would you like me to give you a little bit of a rubdown?" Carla suggested.
"What brought that on?"
"It would make you feel good. I'm just going to do something that will relax you. It looks to me like you're a little tense."
"What makes you say that?" Betty asked, surprised that her daughter had picked up so completely on what she was feeling.
"I can just tell. It looks like you're tense. So just lie there on the bench. I'll rub you down."
As she observed her beautiful nude daughter moving toward her, sex vibrations began to manifest themselves throughout lovely Betty's body. She kept wondering just what was getting into her. It had been a long time since she'd had a lesbian affair, and that one had been short lived, just before she had met Phillip. She recalled how one beautiful girl that she had gone to school with had been in love with her, and after much prodding, Betty finally consented to have sex with her. But there it was, a woman of thirty-five, married and with two children, and she was feeling sex waves for her own daughter.
Carla stretched out next to her mother on a lower bench. She reached out and let her fingers slide up and down her mother's back. All she had to do was touch Betty and her body began to twitch.
"You really are nervous," Carla giggled.
As Carla's fingers worked their way up' and down Betty's back with great authority, Carla was able to see just how excited she was getting her mother. She reached out next and grabbed her thighs, holding onto them firmly, then moving her fingers down her legs. She wound up clutching at Betty's ankles, after which she worked her fingers upward toward her thighs.
"Why don't you turn over?" Carla suggested.
Without giving any thought to what she was doing, Betty innocently complied. As she stretched out on her back, she observed her daughter staring at her with admiration. Carla reached down and slid her fingers against Betty's breasts. She massaged them with quick, rapid-fire strokes, and all the while Betty felt that much more excitement. Carla loved touching the beautiful body of her mother.
"What's this all about?" Betty asked. "I just don't understand it."
"I'm playing with your tits."
"Is that part of the massage?"
"The way that I do it, it is," Carla laughed.
Now it was becoming completely clear to Betty what was happening. This was no ordinary massage. As a matter-of-fact, Betty could see that Carla's original intention was to engage in sex. Her fingers kept on projecting against Betty's hot breasts, arid even though Betty wanted to do something to stop Carla, she said nothing. She was enjoying her brisk finger contact all too much.
A few vigorous finger strides later, Carla slid her fingers downward toward Betty's mound. She reached out with her right hand, letting her fingers glide over her snatch. She slid her fingers slowly at first, letting them push against her mound. She then directed them toward Betty's pubic mound. Her fingers pushed forward, dancing with great rapidity as she sent all kinds of waves of enthusiasm circulating throughout Betty's body. Carla interpreted it as a good sign that Betty's hips were dancing back and forth with such great joy. She was enjoying every stimulating bit of contact that was developing between them.
"I really like this," Carla said. "I love touching your beautiful pubic snatch."
Carla kept up her steady finger agitation for a few moments. She pushed her fingers deep inside her lover's mound. The faster that she plunged them inside her, the quicker that Betty's whole body sharply reacted. Pretty soon her agitated hips were flinging back and forth, moving side to side under the impact of the finger stabs. When Carla removed her fingers from Betty's mound, she looked down at her mother intently.
"You've done it with another chick, haven't you, mom?" she asked.
"I shouldn't answer that."
"Haven't you?"
"I did once. How about you?"
"I do it more often with chicks than guys," she laughed. "Even though I don't really consider myself a lesbian. I just like to take sex where I find it, but I figure that it's a lot less risky doing it with another girl than it is doing it with a guy."
"I suppose that part's true. It does shock me, though, to hear you talking like this."
"You shouldn't be shocked," Carla laughed. "After all, we're supposed to be living in an enlightened era."
"I suppose that's true."
All Carla knew was that she wanted even more action. Now that she had warmed up her mother, she wanted to suck her, to let her tongue lash forward. If it hadn't been for her observations out in the back yard, Carla would never have made such a move. But she could tell that her mother was extra horny, and every time that she focused her eyes on Betty's body, Carla could see just what a beautiful hunk of woman she was. She finally threw caution to the wind and decided that she didn't give a damn even if Betty did happen to be her mother. She still was determined to engage her in some beautiful sex.
Carla slid her tongue downward, allowing it to connect with Betty's ass-hole. All she had to do was make initial contact and Betty's body flew into a state of turmoil. It slid back and forth as Betty sighed deeply and received the steady probing thrusts from her daughter's tongue.
"Darling, what tongue action," Betty said. "I just don't believe any of this. It seems like it's so wrong. I don't know. All I do know is that I love the sensation. Just keep it going."
As Carla's tongue worked gracefully into the innermost depths of Betty's twisting ass, she reached out and plunged her fingers against her buttocks. She held on firmly to her hot ass cheeks, and all the while she kept on stabbing with her tongue, driving it spiritedly deep inside her lover's anus as she felt the waves of great enthusiasm throughout her whole body. It astonished her how intimate she was becoming not just with her son, but now with her daughter. As her hips kept on twisting, Carla applied even more pressure, working her tongue deep inside her ass-hole while her fingers kept on working with great skill against her ass cheeks.
A few brisk strokes later, Carla removed her tongue from Betty's anus.
"How do you like that?" she asked.
"I told you. You're driving me wild."
"I'll drive you even wilder when my tongue drives in your pit."
"Yes, that's true."
"Then let's get right back into it."
"We must."
But before Carla went back to her sucking activities, she leaned forward and delivered a long kiss to her mother's lips. As her lips pressed against Betty's, Carla reached out with both hands. She glided her fingers against her breasts. She let them move searchingly for several long moments, after which she finally removed them.
"Now I'm gonna concentrate just on your beautiful twat," Carla looked at her mother and winked.