Chapter 4
Carrie woke up the following morning in a cheerful mood.
Her tits rose up against the sheet, her nipples outlined. She scissored her legs under the sheet, opening and closing them, feeling a wonderful, warm ripple in her cunt.
With a happy sigh, she flung the sheet away and sat up in bed. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she sat there and cupped her tits for a long moment, a warm feeling in her.
She recalled the day before, and smiled at the far wall. It had been years since she had been fucked so wildly, so deliriously.
She stood up and, catching her reflection in the mirror above her dresser, paused to gaze at what her son had seen the day before.
She was tall and slim. Her stomach was still flat, and her thighs unblemished. Her skin was golden, like toasted almonds.
Running her hands over her body in pleasure, she giggled and whirled from the mirror, almost skipping into the bathroom, where she turned on the water in the tub, then sat on the toilet and pissed. She sat there until the tub was filled, then climbed into the soothing water.
She relaxed, letting the hot water work on her flesh. As the water swirled about her flesh, she thought of her sister, Shelly. Carrie pulled up a mental image of her sister spread out, legs wide, with Larry ramming his young, hard cock into that juicy cunt. Shelly might enjoy that, Carrie thought with a lewd giggle. As pleasant as it had been eating each other, Carrie now knew that she could never be satisfied with her sister as the only outlet available. She loved to have her cunt kissed, licked, sucked, but it wasn't as good as a hard cock pounding hard into her.
A hard cock like her son's.
Finished with her bath, she dried her body with a large, fluffy towel, then wrapped it around herself, tucking it in at the side above her tits.
Knowing how exciting she appeared, she walked down the hall to the kitchen. She found fresh coffee brewed, but Larry wasn't around. She poured herself a cup.
She stood at the kitchen sink, looking into the back yard for him.
She heard footsteps in the living room.
"I didn't know you were up, Mom. I thought you were still in bed."
"Up and bathed," she replied, not turning around.
She was aware of how much of her thighs were showing. Holding her cup in one hand, she used the other to slowly lift the bottom of the towel, taking pleasure in teasing her son. She knew he was looking at the curvy cheeks of her ass now.
"I'm nice and fresh ... for you again."
"Uh ... Mom?"
"Yes, baby," she whispered, making her ass clench and bunch, knowing he would enjoy watching that.
"Joey is here, Mom."
The coffee cup dropped from her hand and shattered in the sink as she whirled around, eyes big and startled.
Larry and her nephew, Joey, stood there. Larry was shuffling his feet bashfully, and Joey was staring at her with huge eyes, his mouth gaping.
'Oh, God!" Carrie gasped, bringing one arm up over her tits and the other hand spreading her fingers at her crotch. "You didn't say ... I didn't know ... please, don't look at me!"
Larry glanced at his cousin, a shy expression on his face, then back at his mother. "Mom, I-I thought you'd be dressed."
Carrie's face was flushed with embarrassment. Joey had seen her. And Joey had to know that what she had done was deliberate. He would tell his mother, and Shelly would know, too.
Unless....
Carrie looked down at the front of her nephew's pants and saw his cock hardening there. A ripple swept through her, and the thoughts in her mind were both wicked and wonderful at the same time.
The kitchen phone rang. Quickly Carrie answered it.
"Oh, hi, Shelly ... yes, Joey is here ... sure, I'll send him home." Then Carrie turned to Joey. "Joey, your mother wants you home. Something about not making your bed this morning."
"Awww, crap!" Joey said, his eyes lingering on Carrie's thighs.
"You better go," Carrie said. "You don't want to make your mother mad, do you?"
Joey shook his head, and with a last, yearning look at his aunt, he left.
Larry came to his mother, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her. "Mom, I didn't know you were practically naked. You should have warned me. He saw what you did, now he's gonna know about us."
Carrie wrapped her son in her arms, kissing his forehead. "Maybe he won't say anything."
"But he'll still know about us."
"It's okay as long as he keeps quiet," Carrie said, sliding her hand between them and cupping his crotch. "Mmmmm, you feel good this morning, baby. Is your cock sore? You fucked me so much yesterday, my cunt is a little raw."
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, breathing in her fresh, clean scent.
"I'm not!" She giggled, squeezing his cock, then pressed her body hard against his. "I'm not one bit sorry. In fact, you can fuck my cunt raw today if you want to."
Carrie spread her knees as she pulled her son's cock out of his pants, sliding it between her hot, smooth thighs. She purred softly, feeling his throbbing hard-on rub along the slit of her cunt.
Larry shoved his hands to the backs of her thighs, caressing them, then his hands went under the towel, to the cheeks of her ass. Cupping his mother's ass, he nudged the towel from her tits with his chin, and drew a stiff nipple into his wet mouth.
"I bet you can fuck me standing up," she whispered softly. "Want to try, Larry?"
He looked up at her face, then nodded quickly.
Carrie spread her knees. With the head of his cock pushing at the swollen lips of her cunt, she eased herself down onto it. She could take only half his cock into her cunt this way, and with her knees parted, she was in a semi-crouch. She felt the towel slip from her body as she worked her ass, fucking the rounded head of his cock.
Larry gripped his mother's ass tightly, noisily sucking her nipple. Carrie squirmed her hips against him, trying to take more of his cock into her cunt, but the position wasn't right. She had to lift and lower her body, yet at the same time keep her crotch arched forward.
"Ahhh, nice, huh?" she purred, her eyes slitted with passion. "It's nice, but I can't get it all in this way!"
Larry leaned back, looked down at his mother's hips, watching her cunt grip his cock-head. He pressed his fingers into the crack of her ass, feeling lightly at the crinkle of her ass-hole.
Carrie gasped with the new stimulation, and she twirled her ass in tight circles with the head of his cock just inside her cunt. The firmer that Larry rubbed at the pucker of her ass-hole, the greater the sensations. Larry pushed the tip of his finger against the fiery pucker, and moved it inward.
Carrie's breath caught as she felt his finger slip into her ass-hole. She jutted her ass back, but still with the head of his cock inside her steamy cunt. More of her son's finger entered her ass-hole.
"Ooooh, what are you trying to do to me, darling? That feels ... feels strange. Very strange, but nice."
Larry grinned up at her wanton expression, wiggling his finger in her ass-hole. "You really like this, Mom?"
"I don't know," she panted. "It feels good, but ... my ass, Larry? My ass-hole?"
Larry grinned, working his finger deeper into the fiery tightness.
Carrie cried out. His small finger seemed to stretch her ass-hole, fill it. The clutching action of her ass-hole gripped his finger, and her cunt seemed to squeeze the head of his cock. The double penetration was new to her. Nothing had ever entered her ass-hole before, not even her own finger.
"God, that feels so ... strange!" she whimpered.
"Do you like it, Mom?"
"I don't know," she mewled. "Work your finger in and out, but gently."
Pushing her ass back as far as she could without his cock pulling from her cunt, she held her breath. Her ass closed tightly around her son's finger, clenching, and at the same time causing her cunt to grip his cock with greater tightness. The lips of her cunt were wrapped just behind the head of his cock, and Larry thought his mother's pussy was sucking on it.
Sliding his finger deeper into her ass-hole, Larry very slowly began to finger-fuck his mother's ass-hole. Each thrust of his finger caused her cunt to grab the head of his cock in wet, hot tightness.
Carrie's knees were shaking. She closed her eyes to this strange, but very pleasant, feeling.
"You can do it a little faster!"
Larry speeded up his stabbing finger and listened to his mother's sobs of lewd delight. The faster he fucked her in the ass-hole with his finger, the tighter her cunt seemed to get on the head of his cock. His balls drew up tight to the base of his prick. He swished his tongue about her tits, licking her stiff, tingling nipples. Carrie dug painfully into her son's shoulders, feeling the rippling threat of an orgasm in her pussy.
"I don't believe it!" she gasped. "Larry, I'm about to come!"
He rammed his finger in and out of his mother's ass-hole fast now, not being gentle. The friction on her ass-hole made her shiver with a feverish passion. The faster his finger went, the greater the ripples in her cunt.
"Ahhhh, baby!" she moaned. "Ooooooh, that's better! Ooooh, God ... that's so good! Feel mother's cunt holding your cock? Can you feel I'm about to come?"
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. The urge to push when her orgasm exploded sent her hips forward, her cunt sliding onto his cock.
Larry held his finger deep inside his mother's ass-hole, feeling her shitter spasm as it squeezed. Her cunt gripped the head of his cock, and as she screamed louder with ecstasy, Larry could no longer hold back.
"Oh, Mom!" he yelped, spewing scalding spurts of thick come juice up her hungry pussy.
"Yes, baby, yes!" Carrie cried. "Squirt it to me! Squirt that hot juice up mother's cunt! God, I'm coming so fucking hard! Ooooh, my cunt ... my ass-hole! It feels like I'm coming with my cunt and ass-hole! Fuck it, Larry! Fuck my ass! Ram your finger real deep up mother's ass-hole!"
With his cock spewing, Larry plunged his finger in and out of her crinkling ass-hole, making his mother's orgasm crash about his cock over and over. Carrie felt her legs threaten to collapse, and she clung desperately to his shoulders, sobbing with rapture.
Slowly, they finished, her cunt calming, but with moist pulsations still running through it. Her legs were weak, and, as her son pulled his cock from her cunt and his finger out of her ass-hole, she leaned back against the sink, knees bent and spread apart, her firm tits rising and falling as she struggled for breath. Her face glowed beautifully.
Larry stepped back and sat down on a chair, grinning at her. His come juice dripped out of the hair-lined lips of her cunt, running slowly along her inner thighs, evidence of their shared ecstasy.
"I don't believe it," Carrie said softly. "You don't?"
She grinned, then giggled wickedly, pushing away from the sink and touching a fingertip to her ass-hole. "How could your finger in my ass make me come so hard?"