Chapter 2
Ben cupped his mother's ass with both hands.
Kathy wiggled. Now, with her son caressing the cheeks of her ass, she couldn't resist the sweet, steaming sensations flooding her body and mind. She arched her ass to his hands, wiggling and twisting, moaning softly, still gripping the sink.
Then Ben's hands left her ass. Kathy whimpered, hearing the rustling as he shoved his trunks down. She held her breath, her ass shoved out, arching in readiness.
She felt her son probe the cheek of her ass with the head of his cock, rubbing it there, leaving a hot wetness every place it touched. She felt the wet heat of his cock, his piss hole, moving over the cheeks of her ass, then his hand. He was pumping on his cock as he rubbed it at her ass, and Kathy swallowed a protest. Not a protest of what he was doing, but a protest to stop him from coming on her ass. She didn't want him to squirt his come juice on her ass-she wanted it someplace else.
Her cunt!
But Ben was going to come over his mother's ass. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her ass crack, feeling the searing heat of it on his cock. He was gasping now, his fist tight as he jerked it back and forth.
"Do it!" Kathy hissed. "Do it if you must!"
As she moaned the words, she lifted on her tiptoes and rammed her ass back to her son.
"I gotta, Mom!" he said, sounding strangled.
"Yes, Ben!" she wailed. "Hurry up and do it!"
She felt him press his cock downward. She gave a soft cry when she felt his rounded, swollen prickhead probe the steamy wetness of her cunt. She leaned over the sink, feeling the cool enamel on her nipples. She lifted her ass and spread her feet on the floor.
Ben gave a thrust.
"Ohhhh!" Kathy wailed.
She felt her cunt stretch around the head of her son's cock, then she felt the throbbing hardness moving deeper. The hairy hps of her pussy gripped hard as she sobbed, and then her son's cock was buried completely up her hungry, slippery pussy. She didn't move her ass, but shivered with almost-forgotten sensations of a hard cock in her cunt. She could feel her son's cock throbbing, feel the ridges of it with her sensitive cunt lips. She felt his lower stomach pressing up on the hot cheeks of her ass, and then she wiggled.
"Ohhhhh, Ben!" she sobbed. "I . . . do it to me, Ben!"
Ben groaned, straining his cock into his mother's cunt, feeling the wet heat envelop it. His hands moved up and down her hips, down her thighs. Kathy trembled and her ass moved. She pulled forward, until only the head of his cock was caught by her gripping cunt hps, then she shoved back, sliding her pussy onto his cock slowly, purring with the sweetness of the sensations.
Ben's hands cupped his mother's hips, and then he thrust inward as she rammed back.
"Oohhhh, Ben!" Kathy wailed. "Ohhh, baby!"
Her cunt made sucking movements on her son's prick, and she felt a thrill when he gripped her hips, jerking her ass back onto his cock. The wet sounds his prick made fucking her were delicious. She danced lewdly, her ass twisting back and forth, moaning with her head leaning into the kitchen sink. Her tits were smashed on the enamel, but then Ben shoved his hands up her stomach, and she lifted for him. He cupped her tits, squeezing them, ramming his cock back and forth, fucking her vigorously now. She felt his hot breath searing her back, his lips kissing, but best of all she felt his cock sliding in and out of her fiery cunt. "Oh!" she sobbed.
An orgasm exploded deep inside her cunt, the rippling waves growing hotly from her swollen pussy lips. The contractions clutched at her son's stabbing cock wetly, the friction making her mind whirl with erotic sensations. The convulsions became tighter and tighter, more delicious.
She squealed with a tight sound as she came, her ass jerking and twisting almost violently, trying to sink his cock deeper than possible. The only feeling she had at that moment was erotic joy.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby!" she groaned. "So good, Ben! I can't stop it! I don't want to stop it! Oooooh, darling, more! Please, more!"
Ben was panting with his efforts, stabbing his cock swiftly back and forth, pounding into his mother's contracting cunt in a frenzy. His balls swung back and forth, yet they were very, very tight and hot. He was grimacing against her smooth back, clawing at her tits.
The smacking on her ass enhanced the feelings Kathy had, increasing the power of her orgasm until she could hardly stand any more. Her cunt was more sensitive than she remembered, the swollen lips clutching his cock as he pulled backward, as if afraid it would come out. Despite the overwhelming orgasms burning through her, she could still feel the hard throbs of her son's cock deep inside her greedy cunt. She began to thrash her ass about, arching and humping, grinding onto his cock as he fucked in a frantic fury now.
"Mom, I gotta ..."
Ben let out a loud grunt. The gush of his come juice splashed into her pussy.
Kathy screamed as she felt the creamy come juice flood her cunt. She screamed again as it flooded her pussy, filling her. Her clit suddenly knotted in spasms of a long, drawn-out, and final orgasm. She jerked her head up, her mouth open, screaming with almost unbelievable ecstasy.
Slowly, very slowly, she felt herself slump, with her son's weight on her back. She heard and felt his gasp against her naked shoulders.
His hands released the tight grip on her tits, and his cock deflated inside her cunt. Kathy trembled as she realized what she and her son had just done. She felt like crying, but didn't know if it would be a cry of shame or happiness.
She felt come juice seeping past her son's cock, running slowly down the insides of her thighs. There was a tingle on her clit, a delicious tingle. The hairy lips of her cunt seemed to give her son's cock an affectionate squeeze, and it dropped from her. She felt Ben's weight lift, and she remained where she was, leaning over the sink. She felt exposed, naked, with her bikini bottoms still stretched at her knees. She felt as if she couldn't turn and look at her son.
But she felt no shame.
She heard his bare feet walk from the kitchen, and only then did she stand up and turn round. She felt weak, her legs wobbly. She moved to a chair and sat down, leaning on the dining table. She could still feel her son's cock inside her cunt, it seemed. His come juice made the surface of her inner thighs slippery, and as if mesmerized, Kathy opened her legs and looked down at her cunt, feeling it tenderly with soft fingers.
She heard the shower going, and wondered if she had perhaps dreamed what had happened. But the evidence was there; her cunt was full of her son's come juice. She lifted her head and stared at the wall, trying to understand why it happened, why she let it happen. Kathy felt confused.
Had she been trying to seduce her son without knowing it? Had it been done totally unconsciously? She had always been a modest person, careful not to expose herself, yet she had been doing it all this time to her son.
The truth came to her like a bolt of lightning: she had been wanting to fuck her son all this time!
Yes, it had been partly the fault of what she overheard at the river today, but most of it was in her own head, her own thoughts. She wanted to fuck her son!
Suddenly, she began smiling.
Getting to her feet, she slipped her bikini bottoms off, leaving them on the floor. She walked down the short hall to the bathroom, hearing the shower going.
She slipped into the steamy bathroom, seeing her son's body through the opaque shower doors. She was shivering again, but this time with excitement, not embarrassment.
She opened the shower doors and grinned at her son.
Ben looked at his mother for only a moment, then grinned back at her.
"Mind if I join you, Ben?" she said, slipping into the shower with him.
She wrapped her arms about his waist, the hot water cascading over them both. She pulled her son tightly to her naked body, offering her lips. Ben clutched her, his hands on her ass, kissing deeply. Kathy wiggled her tongue into his mouth, and purred as her son sucked it. She squirmed her hips against him, feeling his cock pushing into the thick patch of her cunt hair. She stroked down his back, curling her fingers into his tight ass. She leaned back as he held her ass, grinning wickedly into his shining face.
She pressed her crotch at him, feeling his cock slide between her thighs. She dug into his ass, squeezing his cock with her inner thighs.
"Want to fuck?" she asked boldly.
Ben grinned wider, clutching his mother's ass tightly, his cock swelling into a full hardness, pressing at the hairy lips of his mother's cunt.
"I thought you'd never ask, Mom," he said.
"Mmmmm, I am now, darling."
Feverishly, they clutched at each other's naked, wet asses, kissing and groaning with rising hungers. She dug her fingers into the crack of his ass, straining against him, her tits smashing at his hairless chest.
Ben hungrily dropped his mouth, clutching one of his mother's straining tits with his hps. Kathy whimpered softly as he sucked very hard, her swollen nipple deep inside his mouth. His tongue swirled in licking motions as he clung to her ass with both hands.
Ben's cock strained between her thighs, and Kathy, almost off balance strove to keep her grip. She could feel his prick throbbing near her cunt, her pussy wet and yearning for it. Clinging to his shoulders, Kathy purred with growing desire. Her tits were deep inside her son's wet, hot mouth, her nipple almost down his throat. His hands worked the flesh of her ass, squeezing and pulling. The wet sounds of suction excited her, made her pulse race about her body.
"Oooooh, baby!" she gurgled. "Suck hard, baby!"
Ben pulled at his mother's tit, stretching it far out, his teeth making soft bites. Kathy groaned and smashed her tit into her son's face, pulling at the back of his head, smothering him in her flawless, firm flesh. Her cunt throbbed for his cock, and she didn't want to wait any longer.
"Hurry, darling," she hissed. "Hurry and fuck me! I need it now, Ben! Don't make me wait! Fuck me now!"
She lifted a foot and balanced it on the edge of the tub, leaning back against the wall. Her hairy cunt was drenched, looking as if she were pissing. The pink lips gleamed with steamy invitation, her clit throbbing from the folds. Her eyes, slitted and blazing with passion, stared at her son's jerking hard prick. She made hissing sounds of anticipation. She clutched one of her tits, her fingers digging harshly into it, her other hand rubbing wantonly at her juicy cunt. She used her fingers to part her hairy pussy lips, and urged her son to plunge his cock into it.
"Now, Ben!" she growled. "Shove it to me now! Hurry, baby, mother's cunt is so fucking hungry for that beautiful hard-on! Give it to me, give it to my pussy, darling!"
Ben was grinning, his eyes burning with desire. He gripped his cock and gave a few strokes, his young balls swinging back and forth. Kathy made a soft cry of urgency, staring at the swollen head of her son's prick. He moved his hips toward her, smashing the dripping head of his cock upon his mother's inflamed clit. Kathy gave a choking sob of pleasure, her hips lurching forward.
The head of his cock entered his mother's cunt for the second time.
But unlike that first time, Kathy wasn't frozen in embarrassed surprise. Feeling the swollen head of her son's cock stretching the hps of her fiery cunt, she gave a yelp of delight, and rammed her hips forward, sliding the slippery heat of her pussy onto him.
Ben was holding his breath, staring down at his mother's cunt as it sucked up his prick to the base. He gritted his teeth at the fantastic sensations around his prick, the wet heat of it, the surprising tightness, the waves of motion Kathy's cunt seemed to make deep inside, a rhythmic, rolling, sucking motion.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Kathy moaned, her eyes rolling. "Oh, Ben! God, Ben!"
Ben clutched his mother's hips. Standing was awkward, and Kathy was in danger of sliding down the wet wall, yet they managed. Holding his mother's hips, Ben made a few upward thrusts with his cock.
Kathy whimpered softly and jiggled her ass for him. His cock drove in and out of her pussy as she strained to him. She began to gasp breathlessly, holding his shoulders with tight hands. She closed her eyes to savor the long-forgotten, but familiar, ecstasy of a hard cock in her cunt. Ben jerked his mother's hips back and forth, thrusting her cunt onto his prick. Kathy let him move her as he wanted, not fighting, enjoying it. The rippling tide of wet rapture flooded her naked body.
"Oooooh, so good, Ben!" she hissed. "It feels so good, your cock in me! Oh, baby, fuck me hard! Its been so long ... so very long! Ahhhh, Ben, your cock is so hard! So very hard! Stretch mother's cunt, Ben! Fill mother's cunt with your hard cock!"
She was grunting and whimpering the words, mixing them with sighs and sobs and tiny cries of ecstasy. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her eyes slitting in fiery heat. She saw her son's face, his expression of intense, straining joy.
"Oooooh, you like it, don't you, Ben?" she sobbed. "You love it! You love your cock in mother's cunt, don't you?"
Ben gasped a reply, more a grunt than a word.
She pressed her chin to her neck, trying to see his cock stabbing into her eager cunt. She saw the tuft of hair at the base of his cock, the glistening flesh of it when he drew back. She flung her uplifted knee as wide as she could, grinding her hips against him with lewd, wanton movement. Her tits strained up, nipples pointed at the ceiling of the bathroom. The shower made them wet and slippery, and the liquid slaps of his cock going into her cunt intensified the sensations they both felt.
Kathy churned her hips wildly, crying out with each powerful thrust of her son's cock. She could feel his round cockhead, feel the ridge of it, with the sensitive inner wetness of her cunt. She could feel the youthful power of it, the deep throbs, the fiery hardness. She wanted her son's cock deep as possible, and strained to accept it. She wanted it in her stomach, to become a part of her forever. Her clit was knotted in an agonizingly painful hardness, yet the very pain was sweet. Her rapture was such that she wasn't aware of holding her breath. Until she screamed.
The orgasm that erupted in and around her hairy cunt seemed to explode very nerve of her body. Her mind spun with unbelievable ecstasy, the sound of her scream echoing in the small confines of the steamy bathroom. Her cunt clutched her son's cock tightly, squeezing as the convulsions flowed hotly through her. Her naked body trembled violently, and if she had not been digging into his shoulders, she probably would have fallen. But her son had his cock driving up into her cunt, her back against the wet wall, helping to hold her in position.
Kathy choked, feeling strangled with the force of her orgasm. The only part of her that seemed alive at that precise moment was her cunt. She didn't believe this orgasm. It was impossible to come so powerfully, so much time after time. She had never come twice in a row, and now she felt as if she was coming a dozen or more times.
And Ben was still fucking her relentlessly.
His cock was pounding in and out, smashing the tender lips of her hair-covered cunt his prick shaft stretching and filling her in a way she didn't remember ever being filled or stretched.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Kathy sobbed mindlessly. "I'm coming so hard! I can't stop coming, Ben! Oooooh, it's driving me crazy, Ben! I can't stand it . . . but I want to keep coming! More, baby, more! Ohhhhh, keep going, Ben!"
With his hips plunging in short thrusts, Ben clamped his fingers into his mother's right hip, sliding his other hand behind and cupping her ass, pulling her onto his cock. His mouth dropped, and she cried out when he began to suck with strong, wet greed at her rubbery hard nipple, his tongue scraping and twisting it. His cock swelled larger inside her cunt, and Kathy began to make soft yipping sounds.
With a powerful plunge, Ben drove his cock so deep, his balls were crushed against his mother's crotch. A loud groan came out of his tit-filled mouth.
And Karen screamed as she felt the scalding thick come juice splashing into her pussy. By the time the second squirt of her son's come juice struck the deep walls of her cunt, she was going through a final orgasm that almost tore her completely apart. Her cunt gripped at his gushing cock like a fist, squeezing, rippling, sucking. His balls emptied with quick, short squirts, the hot juice of his balls soaking the satiny walls of her greedy, thirsty cunt. The cheeks of her ass contracted in his palms as she came, and Kathy's head was pressed back hard at the wall, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth ovaled as she shrieked in mindless ecstasy.
So involved had she been, Kathy wasn't sure when her son finished. She wasn't sure when her cunt started to calm down. She stood in her precarious balance, her naked body shaking in the glow of ecstasy. She felt totally alive once again, her cunt tingling, as if being stuck by pins and needles.
Slowly, she became aware that she leaned dangerously against the wall without other support. Her foot was still on the edge of the tub, her knee wide to one side. She opened her eyes, and it took a moment or so before she could focus them. Ben had slumped to the tub, sitting there in exhaustion. His head was turned up into the spray of the shower, his mouth drooping as he panted for air.
Realizing her son was gazing up between her thighs, Kathy felt a twinge of embarrassment. She lowered her foot and closed her thighs. Then, lifting an arm modestly to cover her naked tits, she stepped from the shower. She wrapped a towel about her nakedness and left the bathroom.
In her room, she wondered why she had done what she had. Being fucked in the kitchen by her son she could find excuses for. She could say he caught her by surprise, fucked her before she knew what was happening. After all, he was a boy, a horny boy, and would fuck anything that didn't resist.
Drying herself, she dropped the towel to the carpet and selected a pair of bikini panties. Step-
ping into them, she considered a bra, and decided against it. Sliding her arms and head into a sleeveless summer sweater, she found her tits felt all tingly as her nipples rubbed against it. She next pulled a skirt on, zipping it in back. Sliding her feet into a pair of leather sandals, she then sat and brushed her hair.
She ignored the fact that the swell of her tits showed when she lifted her arm. The sleeves of the sweater exposed them in a teasing manner. It had been designed to wear over a blouse, but Kathy wasn't thinking clearly at that moment.
She knew the sight of her tits under the sweater would further entice and excite her son, yet she ignored the thought.