Chapter 2
After he had gone, Sandra remained on the swing. She didn't bother pulling her skirt down, but had tucked her tits back into the top of her dress.
She closed her eyes and wondered how it would be when they fucked. There was no way either of them would be satisfied with hand jobs, not now. Besides, Sandra's cunt was a very demanding pussy. Fingerfucking was fun at times, but hard cock was what her cunt wanted most of all.
She leaned her head on the back of the swing, rocking slowly, smiling to herself. Her skirt was up, covering half of her thick, silky cunt hair. Her legs were still parted.
"Hello."
Sandra squealed, her eyes popping open. She froze.
The man stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at her, a grin on his handsome face.
"Oh, my God!" Sandra squealed, jerking her skirt down and slapping her knees together, sitting upright, her face flaming with embarrassment.
"Hot day, isn't it?" the man said, still smiling at her.
Sandra became flustered, knowing the man had seen her cunt. He was about her age, well-built, wearing tailored pants and a short-sleeved shirt, open at the neck. She saw his chest hair peeking out, and for a moment their eyes locked in a steady gaze.
"Is that lemonade I see?" the man asked, breaking the silence. "I'd love a cold glass of it."
Sitting up primly, her skirt tucked at her knees, Sandra felt the only thing to do was to offer the man a cold drink. She waved her hand at the table, a gesture that he was to help himself. She watched him pour a glass, then sit on the steps and drink it.
"I've been looking at your house," the man said. "I love these old places. You wouldn't be interested in selling, would you?"
"No," she said, trying to control her voice. "It's been in the family for years."
"I'd pay a good price," he said.
"No, I'm sorry."
He drained the glass, setting it down. "Well, if you won't sell, would you have dinner with me?"
Sandra gazed at him. "No, I don't have dinner with strange men."
"I'm not strange," he said. "Well, not real strange, anyway. I'm Jack."
Sandra didn't know if she should introduce herself or not, but there was something appealing about the man.
"You don't know if I'm married or not," she said, her voice low.
"You're not," he said. "If you were, I don't think you'd be sitting out here on a fine day like this . . . with your dress up."
Again she felt the hint of a blush starting on her cheeks.
"You're bold, aren't you?"
"I say it like I see it," he said, shrugging. "If you want to sit out here with your cunt exposed, that's your business."
"My cu-" Sandra felt she should be angry, but she wasn't. "You really are bold."
"I don't believe in playing games," he said. "That's for kids. I'm not a kid."
His eyes raked up and down her body.
"Neither are you," he said.
Frank came from the house then, looking at the man.
Jack smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Jack." "This is my son, Frank," Sandra said.
"Nice-looking boy," Jack said as Frank sat next to his mother. His eyes caught the movement of Sandra as she took her son's hand in hers. "I've got a daughter about your age. Maybe you know her from school. Her name is Stacy, and she's on the drill team."
Frank shook his head. "I don't have time for school games," he said. "I've got too much to do around here."
The man stood, looking at Sandra. "How about that dinner?"
On an impulse, Sandra agreed.
"Tonight?.At eight?" Jack asked.
"Eight would be fine," Sandra replied, and she felt her son squeeze her hand.
The man was halfway down the walk when Sandra called: "By the way, I'm Sandra."
Jack turned. "And a beautiful Sandra, too,'' then walked toward an expensive new car. He waved as he pulled from the curb.
"You know him, Mom?" Frank asked.
"I do now," Sandra said. "Are you jealous, honey?"
"Not in the least," he said.
She hugged him, kissing his lips. As her lips burned against his, she fondled his crotch again. He had put on a fresh pair of cut-offs, just as faded and old as the others.
"I'm still your girlfriend," she whispered, poking the tip of her tongue into his ear. "I'll always be your girlfriend. It's just a dinner date, nothing more." "Is he married?"
"I don't know," she said. "I didn't ask."
"You don't want to mess with a married man," Frank said, with wisdom beyond his years. "That's trouble."
"I'll find out tonight, and if he is, that's the end of it. I promise, okay?"
She felt her son's cock swelling beneath her hand. She moved her fingers underneath the leg as before. She stroked at his cock as it grew into hardness. Pulling his prick from his shorts as before, she closed her fist about his cock.
"You can't be hard so soon," she giggled. "But just look at you!"
"Want to jack me off again, Mom?" he asked eagerly.
She looked into his eyes for a long moment, holding his throbbing prick. "We'd just make another mess, wouldn't we?"
"I don't care if you don't, Mom," he said. He draped his arm about her shoulders as before, only this time he shoved his hand into the top of her dress, cupping a firm tit.
Squeezing his prick, she whispered throatily, "Jerking each other off is for kids, Frank. You're old enough, I think, to want something more."
"You mean fu . . . " He choked, his eyes burning hotly. His eagerness was obvious on his young face.
Grinning lewdly, squeezing his cock very hard, Sandra nodded. "Do you want to?"
"Hell, yes!"
"Really?" she taunted. "Do you really want to fuck me? I'm your mother, you know. Would you actually put this wonderful cock in me and fuck me?"
Frank's other hand shot beneath her skirt, reaching for his mother's cunt. She opened her legs for him, giggling like a school girl.
"If you're going to fuck me, Frank," she said, "we better go in the house."
He was on his feet quickly, pulling at her hand. His cock throbbed. Sandra stood, clinging to his hand as they entered the coolness of the house. The entry way held the stairs leading to the bedrooms, but they didn't reach the stairs. Sandra jerked her skirt to her hips, falling to the floor on her back.
"Hurry, Frank!" she urged.
Lifting her knees wide, her ass off the floor and twisting, she watched her son peeling his cut-offs from his body as fast as he could. Frank stared at his mother's exposed cunt, seeing the hairs disappear into the split of her ass cheeks.
His cock jerked upright, swollen hard, the prickhead bulging and dripping with anxiety. For the first time, Sandra saw her son naked.
His cock was unusually long and thick for his age, and his balls hung low, full. A patch of hair grew at the base.
She lifted her arms to her son, her eyes misty with eagerness.
"Come on!" she groaned. "Hurry, Frank! Ram it to me fast! I want you to fuck me hard!"
Frank went to his knees between his mother's spread thighs, dropping over her with his hands near her armpits. Sandra grabbed for his cock, bringing his prick to her fiery cunt as she squealed in readiness.
The head of her son's cock probed at the fiery lips of her cunt, and she wailed as his prick parted them. Frank lunged forward. Sandra grunted with delight as his cock filled her pussy, stretching the sensitive cuntlips, the base crushing against her inflamed clit.
"Ooooo! Ahhhh!" Sandra moaned. "Oh, baby!"
Frank held his cock deep inside his mother's cunt, feeling the wet heat, the tightness. His balls smashed the cheeks of her uplifted ass. He was holding his breath, experiencing the greatest feeling in the world. Sandra grabbed her son's naked ass, her fingers clawing at his ,tight ass cheeks. She twisted beneath him, then began banging up and down, fucking his cock with a grinding motion.
"Ohhhh, fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me, darling! My cunt is so hot! Fuck me, Frank! Please, please . . . fuck me!"
Holding himself up by his elbows, he jerked the top of his mother's dress from her swollen tits. As he clutched her tits, he began to fuck his cock up and down, fucking into his mother's juicy, creaming cunt hard and fast. He banged harshly upon the hairy pussylips, sending tremors of delight through Sandra. She began moaning and mewling, rocking her ass in time to his fucking cock. She dug her fingers into his ass hard, urging him to fuck faster.
"You're wet, Mom!" he gasped.
"Yes, I am! I'm wet for you, darling!" she groaned, straining her crotch tightly against him. "Mother's cunt is wet and hot for you for your cock, your hard cock!"
One of his hands shot down to her bouncing ass, clutching one ass cheek, the other hand still holding her tit. He lowered his face and pulled a rigid nipple into his mouth. Sandra hunched her hips up and down, her thighs scissoring along his hips and thighs feverishly.
Moist sounds came from between their squirming bodies, wet slapping sounds as Frank fucked his cock deep into his mother's accepting cunt. He was fucking her so hard and fast that she was being scooted on her back along the floor. Her head banged against the bottom step of the stairs, but she didn't care. All her feelings were centered between her thighs, in her cunt. She felt his balls beating against her upturned ass, adding to the sensations of ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" Sandra screamed mindlessly, her eyes rolling about in her head. "Fuck me . . . fuck me! Ohhh, baby, your cock feels so good in my pussy! Fuck mother's cunt . . . fuck mother's pussy! Fuck me raw, Frank! Ooooo, I need your cock . . . my cunt needs your cock!" ' Frank gasped and fucked up and down. His mother had lifted her legs now since he could no longer scoot her along the floor. She lifted them high in the air, spreading them as wide as she could, doing an upside-down split. Her ass came off the floor, and Frank was up on his knees, fucking hard into her cunt. His balls swung against her upturned ass, sending shivering heat about her flesh.
"Tight, Mom!" he grunted. "You're awfully right! And so fucking wet. . . and hot!"
"Yes, I am!" she screamed, clawing at the cheeks of his ass, spreading them, squeezing them together. "My cunt is tight and hot and wet for you, for your wonderful hard cock! Ohhh, baby, fuck me raw! Fuck the piss out of me, Frank! Oooo, give that cock to me ... to my cunt!"
When she came, it was in surprise. Usually, Sandra would have built to orgasm with tingling, delicious sensations. But this time, she came quick and hard, unexpectedly.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming so soon! Oh, baby, don't stop! Ram me . . . fuck me! I'm coming and I don't want to stop coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!"
Frank felt the tightening spasms of his mother's cunt around his swollen cock. His balls were becoming tight at the base, hardly swinging against her ass now. He grunted and panted, fucking his cock up and down as hard and fast as he could. It felt as if he had plunged his cock into a scalding kettle of water.
As soon as her unexpected orgasm faded, Sandra was surprised to find herself on the verge of a second orgasm. Never had she come twice in a row.
"Again!" she screamed. "I'm going to come again! Ohhh, baby, you're going to make me come . . . again! Hurry, fuck me fast, Frank! Ohhh, shit! There . . . I'm coming again! Feel it, Frank? Feel my cunt tight on your cock?"
Frank couldn't reply. All he could do was grunt. His eyes were squeezed tightly together as the ecstasy boiled about his cock and balls. There was a dull pain starting in his balls as they became tighter and tighter. He felt the waving actions of his mother's cunt contracting and flexing on his cock. It seemed as if her cunt was sucking him, trying to swallow his cock, balls and all.
Sandra's screams of ecstasy turned to grunting moans, her pussy convulsing time after time. She knew she came three times, but after that the ecstasy was much too intense for her to keep count of her orgasms.
Although her orgasms were powerful, she could still feel the plunging of his cock, feel the wild throbs of his prick. The head of his cock seemed enormous now inside her cunt, as if his prick had become too large to be inside her. The friction was hot enough to create flames, she felt.
"How can you do it, honey?" she gasped between orgasms. "How can you keep fucking me and not come?"
Again the only answer she got was a grunt.
"I love it!" she wailed, drawing her knees back to her shoulders, lifting her cunt high for him. "I don't know how you can do this, but don't stop!"
She clutched at his ass with tight fingers, holding him as he fucked into her time and again. His hand on her ass was squeezing, the one on her tit holding, her nipple burning his palm. His lips were on the other tit, but he wasn't sucking. His lips held her nipple tightly, hotly. Hot breaths snorted from his nose, burning her flesh. She twisted violently beneath his cock, arching into him. The lips of her cunt seemed beaten raw, and she loved every second of it.
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "Oh, Frank! Oh, lover! Oh, baby! So fucking good! So fucking good! I could take your cock all day long!"
She felt his cock increase in size, understanding what it meant. She strained her cunt to him, wiggling lewdly. Her middle finger began to rub at his puckered asshole. She pressed her finger tightly against his asshole, the first knuckle slipping up his ass. Frank gave a howl, and his cock spurted.
"Oooo, that's it!" Sandra sobbed. "Come in me . . . come in my cunt! Fill mother's pussy, Frank! Oh, God ... it feels so hot and wonderful! Drown my cunt with come juice! Come, come, darling! Oooo, so good!"
Frank had lifted his head from her tit when he came. He was grunting with each spurt, his bottom hp between his teeth, his eyes shut tight. His body was stiff between her thighs, and she closed her legs about him. When the last spasms of his discharge faded, she pulled her finger out of his asshole and slowly let her ass fall to the floor. Frank went down with her, his cock still inside her cunt. He rested on top of her, his weight seeming light to Sandra. She stroked his back tenderly, running her hand through his hair until he stilled.
When Frank at last stirred and lifted his head, he looked down at her.
"We fucked, Mom," he said, as if surprised. "We actually fucked each other."
"And fucked beautifully, too." She grinned up at him.
"Are we going to do it again?" he asked. His voice sounded anxious, as if this had been a mistake, something that would never happen again.
"Again and again and again!" Sandra said, hugging him to her tits. "We're going to fuck all the time from now on."
She debated with herself about telling him how long she had wanted him, wanted his cock in her cunt. She decided not to, to let her son think this had been a sudden impulse, yet at the same time letting him know it would happen again over and over.
Frank lifted his cock free. His prick dangled between his thighs as he sat on his heels. His balls were loose and empty again. Sandra gazed at them, seeing his cock glisten wetly.
"You sure filled me up, baby," she said softly. "I feel like my cunt is full of juice. Now it's my turn to bathe."
Frank grinned at her. "You know what, Mother? You look even more beautiful with your dress around your waist."
She stood a moment, holding her dress at her waist for him. Her tits jutted out in twin peaks nipples lifted toward the ceiling. She enjoyed the way his eyes ran up and down her body, then fixed upon the fan-shaped hair of her cunt. She turned slowly, presenting her shapely, naked ass to him. She wiggled her ass, slapping one ass cheek.
"You don't wear panties, do you, Mom?" "Why should I?" she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "A girl has to be ready, doesn't she? Especially a girlfriend."
She waggled her ass climbing the stairs. She exaggerated the swing of her naked ass for his benefit, and, once she reached the top of the stairs, she shoved her ass back, and Frank gazed at the hairy cunt pooching from between her thighs.
"Like that ass, Frank?" she called to him. "I love that ass, Mom," he said. "You better," she replied. "It's your ass from now on."
"What about this guy, Jack?" he asked. "Are you going to fuck him tonight, Mom?"
"Would it bother you if I did?"
"No," Frank said, and she saw he meant it.
"Then we'll see what happens."
"Will you tell me about it if you do?"
"Frank," she said, seriously, "I'd do anything you want. You're my man. No matter who else is around, you're my man."