Chapter 3
It wasn't until next morning that the full impact of what she'd done sank home.
Connie awoke with a yawn and a stretch, automatically reaching over to Bill's side of the bed.
"Ummmm, Bill? Honey?"
But it was already empty.
She opened her eyes and rose up just in time to catch him heading for the door, fully dressed and adjusting his necktie as he turned to face her with one of his usual apologetic boyish grins.
"Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to wake you. I was just on my way out."
"So I see." She glanced at the bedside clock and frowned, a hint of anger immediately creeping into her voice. "Bill Drake, you're not even due at the office for another hour yet! Can't you at least wait five minutes while I fix us some coffee? Then we can both sit down and talk."
She was already rising when Bill's voice cut through her offer like a knife, stopping her.
"Can't do it, hon. You know how things have been piling up at work lately. Tell you what. I'll really try to be home by suppertime tonight, okay? Then we can have all the coffee and talking you want. But I've really got to go or things'll never get caught up! See you tonight. And tell Pete I'll spend some time with him too. Until then, you kids have a nice day and stay out of trouble."
"Bill, you wait just a minute! You could at least let me-William!"
But he was gone. Connie found herself staring at the empty doorway.
And to make matters worse, she could feel her pussy tingling once more, aching for attention.
"Oh, damn that man! Damn him! Damn him to hell!"
Infuriated by the abruptness of his departure, she cursed and grabbed up a big bulky housecoat. Then, slipping it on over her nude body, she stomped downstairs to have her morning coffee.
She was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her second cup and still glowering over that brief typical episode that seemed to be a part of their lives these days, when Pete suddenly bounded in and caught her by surprise.
"Hi, Mom. Hey, that coffee sure smells good. I think Til fix some toast, too. You want some? Man, am I ever hungry!"
Grinning wide with that greeting, Pete seemed oblivious to the change that swept across his mother's face as last night's events came crashing back to her with a jolt.
A furious crimson blush flamed in Connie's high cheeks, and her stomach began to churn with nervous embarrassment.
She'd been so angry with her husband that last night's little episode had almost slipped entirely from her mind.
As the whole vivid memory came flooding back, she glanced guiltily at Pete's face as he settled across from her and munched loudly on his toast, apparently unaware of her attention.
On a sudden impulse, she spoke up.
"Pete, honey, I think we ought to have a little talk, all right?"
"Sure, Mom." Meeting her gaze with a perfectly innocent expression, he shrugged. "What about?"
Not quite knowing what she intended to say next, Connie took a deep breath and plunged.
"About last night. About what happened. I think I'd better explain that what we did was-well, I think we should just call it a sort of accident. And I think it would be best for everybody if we tried to forget it ever happened. Can you do that, baby? Because if your father ever found out, he'd just die! Do you understand, Pete? Can we just forget last night and pretend it never happened?"
At first her plea didn't seem to penetrate. He set down his unfinished toast and faced her, frowning for a long moment.
When he finally did answer, his tone came out in a strange gruff rumble, almost a chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess I can do that. You don't have to worry, Mom. I can keep my mouth shut. Dad doesn't have to find out a thing. I'm real good at keeping secrets-that is, when I want to be. But you're gonna have to make sure I don't accidentally let something slip out. Yeah, you're gonna have to make real sure-just like you did last night! How's that sound, Mom? Is it a deal?"
It took several heart-thumps for that statement to sink home. Then Connie gasped, not quite able to believe what she'd just heard.
"What? What are you saying, young man?"
"Oh come off it, Mom!" A slow grin spread across Pete's face and his eyes sparked with a glitter that she'd never seen before. "You heard me. You don't want Dad to find out what a hot-assed bitch I've got for a mom, do you? Hell, I just found the best pussy in town, right in my own home-I'm not gonna stop using it now! Well? You want me to forget about last night, or not? Because I sure could use some more of that terrific pussy of yours right now!"
The threat hung in the air, echoing in Connie's ears like thunder as she stared in a turmoil of shock and horror at the leering expression on her son's face.
It was blackmail, pure and simple. She was seeing a side of Pete that she'd never imagined, that she wouldn't have believed possible until this very moment.
A wave of anger rushed over her, and a blast of fury blurted out.
"Peter Drake, that's the most disgusting thing I ever heard in my life! How dare you suggest such a thing to your own mother! And if you think for one moment that I'm going to repeat last night's mistake-"
"Mistake, hell!" Pete cut in with a sudden growl. "You wanted to fuck just as much as I did, and we both know it! Shit, you practically screwed my balls off! Stop kidding yourself, Mom. That was no accident. You needed fucking bad and I gave it to you. Hell, I'll bet you're ready for more right now! So what's it gonna be? You want to share a little more of that hot pussy of yours, or do I tell Dad just what a son-fucking bitch of a mom I've got?"
Pete was right. Even as she sat in stunned silence, she could feel her pussy itching with a steamy glow of arousal that no motherly pretense could hide.
If anything, last night's experience had only made her hornier than ever.
She couldn't let Bill find out about the awful thing she'd done.
And she couldn't deny the pang of hunger that smoldered deep in her cunt, breaking down any possible argument and urging her on.
Slumping in surrender, she let out a ragged breath of defeat.
"I suppose I really don't have any choice in the matter, do I? All right. If that's what it would take to keep you quiet, then that's just what you'll get. And I hope it makes you happy, damn you!"
Stiffening her chin to conceal the mixture of shame and arousal seething inside her, she rose and unfastened her housecoat, then gave a shrug and let it drop to the floor.
Pete's grin went tight, and his eyes gleamed with lust as he took in the abrupt spectacle of his mother's nude, trembling body.
"Well? Are you satisfied now? This is what you wanted, isn't it? Take a good long look. Look at me, you horny little bastard!"
Shivering with conflicting emotions, Connie stood poised in total humiliation as his gaze slid along the big lush globes of her tits and down across her body to the wet-flecked tuft of gold hair that covered her pussy.
Pete's cock twisted in his jeans, instantly swelling to stiff erection. He gave a low whistle.
"Yeah, that's okay for starters. But I want to see it all. I want to see everything you've got, Mom! Come on, give me a real show. How about spreading it out on the table so I can get a really good look? Yeah, do it, Mom. Come on!" '
Practically chortling with glee at his newfound power over his gorgeous, sex-starved mother, he grinned wider than ever.
"Oh my God
It was like being caught in the middle of a nightmare and unable to wake up. As if in a daze Connie moved onto the kitchen table before him and sank back amidst the scattered breakfast dishes.
Her legs seemed to glide apart of their own accord to reveal the moist pink gash of her pussy. Its lips pooched open, splitting the blonde fur of her cunt-bush. A little burst of fuck-juice oozed from her flared cunt-slit, and a gasp of appreciation rumbled in Pete's throat as he found himself staring straight at that lush, inviting slash of cunt-flesh.
"Oh yeah, you've really got it, Mom! Christ, have you ever! This has gotta be the most beautiful pussy in town. Hell, and the wettest, too! But I want to get the whole view. I want to see it all. Spread it open for me, Mom! Spread your pussy-lips wide open so I can see everything! I want to see right up your cunt-hole!"
Connie obediently reached down with both hands and pulled the inflamed lips of her cunt apart.
Her pussy-mouth smacked wetly open, and a gush of hot pent-up juices poured out of her. Slick threads of cunt-cream slid down the taut crack of her ass as she forced her pussy-lips wide to expose her entire pussy to him.
Pete gave a hoarse growl of approval, hardly able to believe that his mom willingly did everything he said.
"Yeah, that's it! Oh shit yeah, what a view! Wow!"
He found himself gazing at the pinkest, juiciest gash of cunt-flesh he'd ever seen in his life. It gaped in front of him, its velvety inner slot winking slickly open beneath a fat, jutting clit that had to be as thick as his finger.
His cock gave a wild, painful lurch in his jeans. He made a low grunting sound, totally captivated by the spectacle of his mother lying sprawled out before him, all naked and quivering and holding her cunt open so he could see the full splendor of that lush, blonde-trimmed pot of honey.
"Wow, you sure do have a big clit. I never saw one that big before, even in pictures. I'll bet it's real sensitive too, huh? How's this feel, Mom? Can you feel it when I do this?"
He reached out and stroked his fingers across that turgid bud of flesh.
"Ahhh!"
The action was so abrupt and unexpected that Connie couldn't hold back her cry as his fingertips rolled along the puffy swell of her clit, teasing it even stiffer.
A gush of fuck-juices poured from her cunt, causing Pete to laugh out loud.
"Hey, look at that! Wow, Mom, you're creaming like crazy! You like to be touched, don't you? Well then, how's this? You like it when I touch you like this, too?"
He plunged a finger knuckle-deep between her sopping cunt-lips.
"Unnnh! Oh God, what're you doing? Stop it, Pete! Oh damn you, stop!" she cried out, writhing desperately in an attempt to escape the eager probe that wiggled even deeper inside her, sliding easily up the greased slot of her pussy until it was completely buried in her.
She couldn't stop the bursts of hot cunt-cream that splattered his hand, couldn't control the shudders of degrading pleasure that rippled through her as he gasped delightedly, once more surprised by his mom's willing response.
"Oh man, I can feel your pussy muscles grabbing my finger right up, just like they grabbed my cock last night! But then, I guess it does feel like you've got a little cock in you, doesn't it?
How about it, Mom? You want to fuck my finger? Go on, fuck it. Fuck yourself on my finger! Fuck it!"
Practically chortling with malicious glee, he began to ease his imbedded finder back and forth with long reaming strokes, sliding it up the greased chute of her cunt in the semblance of a fucking prick.
Now that her son had gotten started, it seemed that nothing he did anymore was too depraved or perverted.
And despite the utter humiliation of her own predicament, Connie was unable to stop the instinctive response that shuddered through her own body.
"Wuuh-oh please, please, baby, don't! Oh no, dohhhn't! Aahh!"
Even in the midst of that plea she arched in a convulsion of pleasure as his finger slurped wetly in the grip of her cunt muscles, fucking rhythmically in and out.
"Oh shit, you really like it, don't you? You like being finger-fucked! What a hot-cunted bitch! I'll bet I could make you cum with just my finger, couldn't I? Want to find out, Mom? Want me to get you off like this? Huh?"
Grinning from ear to ear, he pushed a second finger up her seething fuck-hole, then a third.
Now all three fingers were stuffed in her pussy, whipping back and forth with hard fast lunges that smashed the heel of his hand against her strumming clit.
And the sob that tore from Connie's lips seemed to come from another woman entirely as she hunched up to take every hand-thrust, no longer even remotely in control of her own actions.
"Yes! Oh God, yesss! Go ahead, you-you animal! Go ahead and finger-fuck me if that's what you want! Make me cum!"
The words rose to a wail as Pete's fingers slammed up her cunt-hole with a fury, while he continued to knead and grind her fattened clit until it hummed.
If there was any last hint of inhibition left in her, it gushed out in a seething blast of pussy-juices as she writhed and humped onto her son's hand in a convulsing mass of unmotherly abandon. His fingers battered into her hard and fast, splattering his arm with cunt-cream as Connie soared to a degrading peak of orgasmic bliss.
"Do it, damn you, do it! Finger-fuck the hell out of my cunt, you sweet bastard! Yes, oh that's so fucking good-yessss! Aaahhh!"
The first delicious twangs of climax wrenched her ass off the table in a spasm, skewering her on his fingers with a series of blissful shudders.
"Oh shit yeah, that's it, Mom! You're really cumming now!"
His hot-assed mother flopped on the kitchen table and sobbed openly as orgasms ripped through her again and again. It wasn't until every last twinge of climax had been wrung from her cunt that she finally slumped in a heap, gurgling dazedly.
Still trembling with the final little ripples of pleasure, Connie hardly noticed as Pete plucked his sopping fingers from her cunt. She didn't hear the slither of his zipper or the rustle of his jeans as he shoved them down to his knees. She didn't see his majestic cock spring rigidly into the open, its massive shaft bobbing with sheer urgency as he shuffled between her spread-open thighs.
She only dimly heard his voice chuckling above her as he moved into position, placing the engorged knob of his prick against her soaked, twitching cunt.
"I'd say you're about ready for some of the real thing now, aren't you, Mom? Yeah, fingers are okay, but what you really need is a prick. And I'm gonna give you mine, right now! How's this? Isn't this better than fingering?"
With those throaty words he slipped his bloated cock-tip into the open pooch of her cunt-mouth and gave a single violent heave.
"Ahhh! Yes, oh damn you, yesss! Aaahhh!"
She cried out afresh as the entire length of his big cock fucked inside her, right up to Pete's balls.
Then he was fucking her, without so much as a pause between strokes. His huge cock-stalk began to pump back and forth with fast, furious strokes, slicing between the yawning lips of her pussy and pounding into her with a ferocity that she couldn't have resisted even if she'd tried.
She arched up, mewling with open delight as her cunt was thoroughly reamed by his hard-lunging prick.
"Do it! Oh God yes, you horny bastard! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it with all you've got! Fuck me, fuck me!"
There was no hiding from the truth, no denying the sweet spasms of pleasure that ripped through her steamy cunt as Pete fucked even harder, drilling his prick up her cunt with an intensity that made the table shudder and lurch beneath them.
"Take it, Mom! Take it all, you fucking bitch! Christ, your pussy's really sucking the hell out of my prick! Yeah, yeah!"
He grunted hoarsely as Connie's cunt muscles clamped around his cock like a vise and sucked it even deeper inside her.
It was one of the wildest, most incredible fucks she'd had in her life. She couldn't help but wail with ecstasy as the first fresh pangs of orgasm began within her.
"Yes! Yesss! That's it-oh, you precious mother-fucker, that's it! Fuck the living hell out of me! Fuck me with all you've got! Ahhh! Gaannhh!"
Totally caught up in a frenzy of pure sensation, she arched with snake-like undulations to meet every lunge of Pete's prick. Their thighs slapped together as he fucked deep into the velvety suction of his mother's cunt, driving her to climax with a scream.
"Uuunnngghh! Guuuhhnnh!"
She exploded with rapture, shrieking and bouncing in a luxurious heaven of release as his cock fucked in again and again.
"Gonna cum, Mom! Gonna cream up your pussy for you! Gonna-aaahhh! Yeahhhh!"
His massive prick bucked and leaped inside her in a series of electric jolts, spewing its acidy load of jism along her cunt walls and deep into her womb.
After that, she was in a daze of utter fulfillment that seemed to go on for hours and hours, aware of nothing but the precious stiff prick that belched bubbling wads of jizz up her pussy.
Though their mutual orgasm could only have lasted a few moments, it seemed to go on forever.
And it didn't end until Pete's cock finally slurped free, sliding from the clutch of her pussy-mouth with a wet, smacking plop.
"Ahhh-oh shit! Oh shit, Mom, that was great! So damned great!"
Gasping happily, he slumped in a breathless heap atop his twitching mother.
Connie gurgled as reality seeped in once more. She could feel her pussy gnawing and chewing as if it still held her son's prick buried inside it. Globs of hot cum leaked from her swollen cunt-lips and trickled down the crack of her ass. She lay there in a sated heap as Pete reached to pull his jeans up once again.
"Damn, Mom, you're really something else. Hell, you're the best fuck around--even better than any of the girls at school! And if Dad doesn't know what he's missing, then he's gotta be crazy! Oh shit!" Chuckling wearily, he wiggled into his jeans once more.
And softly, so softly he almost missed it, he heard a muted murmur slip from her lips.
"You're right, baby. You're so damned right."
Sprawling lifelessly on the table like a limp dishrag, Connie wasn't even aware she'd spoken aloud.