Chapter 2
Joel stood in the shower, his thoughts on his mother's lovely ass as he covered himself from head to toe with a thick soapy lather. His pecker was standing upright as he stroked it and wished it was sliding up and down in the crack between his mother's butt cheeks.
The spray of water felt good against his skin as he washed his face, neck and chest. Then he worked his way down to his cock and balls. The shower was invigorating. He would be ready and eager, as soon as he rinsed off and dried himself, to go downstairs, put his mother down on the couch and bury his prick in that pleasure place between her lovely legs. He'd make it so good for her she wouldn't know which way was up.
He washed himself thoroughly, knowing how his mother loved a clean-smelling body. True, she loved his sex scent, but she liked to work him up so that his fresh, clean scent was overtaken by his fresh smell of sex. He liked that about her too.
Tossing the towel aside when he was finished with it, his first impulse was to dash down the stairs naked and help his mother undress, if she wasn't naked already. Fortunately he skidded to a stop at the head of the stairs when he heard his mother talking to someone.
Damn! Someone has come calling, he thought to himself. By leaning over the banister, he caught a glimpse of who it was. It was his mother's friend Marjorie. Luckily he hadn't gone charging down the stairs and run into her, he mused.
Not that he had any objection to Marjorie seeing him when he was naked. She had seen him like that a number of times. During the past two years he had fucked Marjorie more times than he had kept track of. Usually he screwed her on the evening when his mother was attending her Women's Club meeting, which also happened to when Marjorie's husband was out playing poker with his pals.
But had he gone downstairs and found himself in front of Marjorie and his mother bare-assed naked, that would have been unfortunate. One thing he didn't ever want Marjorie, or anyone else, to know was that he was in the habit of parading around in front of his mother when he was naked. That would have started Marjorie thinking that he and his mother might also be doing a lot of other naughty things when they were alone together. The fact that he was screwing his mother was something he didn't want anyone to know about.
What he and his mother had planned was out of the question now, unless Marjorie didn't stay long. He went into his room and took a magazine out of a drawer. It was a small magazine, digest-size, and was called Family Fun. One could see what kind of magazine it was by looking at the cover. An attractive older woman and a young man were in an intimate embrace. Both of them were naked and the young stud had a hold of the woman's full round boobs. The implication was that here was a young man having a good time with his mother. Or, if not his mother, then his aunt. The titles, listed in a way that didn't obstruct one's view of the woman's tits, made it obvious what the magazine's contents was all about: "Hot For His Mama's Pussy."
"Her Nephew Was Her Secret Lover."
"He Shared His Mother's Bed," and the like.
Joel lay down on the bed to read it. First he looked at all the pictures. They were of naked couples in the act of fucking. The women, though quite attractive, were older, about forty, while the young studs were twenty or under. The caption under one of the photos read: "Eighteen-year-old Jimmie licking his mother's cunt." Another photo, where the woman was on her hands and knees, with a young stud pressed up against her ass, humping her, read: "Gloria, having fun with her nephew."
Not counting the many erotic photos, the magazine was made up of letters, half from guys and the other half from women. Joel began reading a letter from a woman who told about the night her husband was away on a business trip. While she lay in bed, unable to sleep because she was feeling horny, her eighteen-year-old son came into her room bare-assed naked and crawled into bed with her.
Suspecting he was trying to take advantage of the fact they were alone in the house together, she made a feeble effort to get him to stop. But almost before she realized it, he had her so hotly aroused she couldn't bear the thought of him going back to his own room. By then, her nightie was up around her waist and his long, hard cock was brushing against her pussy. She spread her legs and he mounted her, and her hand on his cock guided it into her cunthole. He pushed it up in there, and from that point on, he fucked her gloriously all night long.
Joel grinned. It was like reading about him and Mom. The next letter was from a guy who's father left for work early in the morning. He'd lay there in bed until he heard his father leave, then he'd cross the hall to his mother's room. Her nightie was already on the floor and she was waiting for him. They fucked for an hour, then showered together. If they had time, she bent over in front of him and he gave her a stand-up fuck from the rear. They dried each other off, dressed and had breakfast. Then they left, she to her office job and he to his classes at the local college.
There were several more letters from young guys, each one screwing his mother. And from several women, each of whom had a hot thing going with her son. Then there were eight letters, each from a woman being fucked by her nephew. And seven letters, each from a young guy who was looking after his auntie's pussy. One was from a girl who was making it with her brother and one from another girl who had a hot thing going with her uncle. But Joel enjoyed the letters from older women, or the guys who were screwing their mothers or aunts. He had a thing for older pussy, which was maybe why he was so wild about his mother's cunt.
He came to a letter he particularly enjoyed, because he and his mother had read it together when they were in bed the night before. The mother gave in and let her son slide his prick up her ass. She was astonished at how he got his cock all the way up in there without hurting her. There was no discomfort and she enjoyed a lot of kinky pleasure. After that, her son was buggering her butt as much as he was screwing her pussy.
After Joel and his mother had read that letter the night before, she was almost to the point where she was going to let him fuck her up the ass. But she chickened out. Maybe he'd talk her into it tonight, he thought hopefully.
He heard his mother call to him. He put the magazine down, rolled off the bed and rushed to the head of the stairs. His mother looked up at him and laughed.
"What a sight," she exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever seen your cock and balls from this angle."
"Mom-"
"You can come down now. She's gone."
"Damn her anyway," Joel grumbled as he seated himself on the couch in the living room. Nora chuckled as she sat down beside him.
"She's a very nice person," Nora told him. "She didn't know she was keeping you from doing something naughty with your mother. Anyway, she wasn't here very long."
"It seemed like hours," Joel grumbled.
She looked at him with a mischievous smile and said, "Maybe you should have come down while she was here. One look at you bare-assed naked and she'd want to make it with you as much as I do. I think she has a case of the hots for you anyway. You wouldn't have any trouble getting her panties off and that monstrous cock between her legs. I'll bet she wouldn't even care if I sat here and watched her getting it."
"Mom.. . "
"We might have talked her into a threesome, a guy making it with two women," Nora chuckled. "That's something you and I haven't tried yet, and I'll bet it could be fun."
"Sure, and let her find out I'm screwing my mother," Joel reminded her.
"She'd keep it a secret," Nora argued playfully. "She'd have to if you were screwing her too. After all, if her husband ever found out you were burying your dick in her twat, he'd brain both of you."
"Are you trying to sell me on a threesome, Mom?" Joel asked. "You really want to try it?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind, but I'd prefer it was me and two guys," Nora teased.
Joel grinned at her. "Now you're pulling my leg."
Her fingers entwined about his upright boner. "All right, I'll pull your cock instead."
He laughed. "The next time one of your women friends comes over here, see if you can talk her into it."
"A threesome."
"Yeah."
"Forget it," Nora told him. "You think I'm going to just sit and watch while you screw someone else?"
"You wouldn't enjoy watching?"
"I enjoy doing it," she told him. "And I want you all to myself. If you poop out from too much pussy, I want it to be mine that did you in, not one of my women friends."
Grinning at her, Joel said, "That's what I love about you, Mom. You're selfish."
"I am where my son's cock is concerned," she admitted.
Joel could feel her warm breath blowing in his ear and his body responded to her enticing touch. She loved to play with his cock and balls. When he was naked, her hands were seldom off them. Her hand slid up and down the underside of his shaft while they kissed. His prick was so stiff it quivered. Her warm dancing fingers made it tingle.
As he thrilled to the feel of his mother's thumb gently rubbing a dribble of pre-cum over the bulbous-shaped head of his dick, he gazed into her eyes and he could anticipate what her next move would be. She was thinking this was the right and proper time for a blow job.
She had done this to him so many times before. They'd be sitting on the couch, smooching. Then she'd unzip his pants, haul out his boner, lean over it and give it a loving kiss on the swollen head. Only, this time, he was naked and there was nothing to get in her way, as she got onto her knees in front of him. like before, she planted a sweet kiss on the head of his dick, then kissed and licked it all over, from the tip down to the base and back up several times.
His cock was at full erection as her lips and fingers traveled up and down on it. She teased it by letting the knob knock against her chin. She opened her mouth and sucked the head between her lips. Then her mouth slid further onto the shaft.
Joel let out a soft moan of appreciation. His fingers tangled in her hair, like he was afraid she was going to back away from it too soon. But he knew from past experience she would never do that. Once his mother had his prick in her mouth, she went through the whole routine. When she loved up his cock, she stayed with it. Sometimes she blew him three or four times. The only thing that made her quit was her rising need to have his cock in her pussy.
While she made love to her son's prick with her lips and tongue, Nora was well aware of the advantage she had over other women. Other women, especially married women, had to be careful not to be seen with their lover. Nora didn't have that problem. Her son took her out to dinner, to movies and dances. They visited friends, went places and did things. And that was all right, because they were mother and son. No one suspected that good-looking stud got into bed with her every night and fucked her silly.
His age was another advantage for Nora. Even if he hadn't been her son, no one would have thought a 20-year-old would be eager to fuck a 40-year-old woman, even if she was exceptionally good-looking, had a sexy body on her and loved to fuck, which was Nora's main assets. People assumed a guy that age was hot for 18, 19 or 20-year-old girls. The idea that a 20-year-old stud was not only willing but eager to screw his mother never seemed to occur to anyone.
There was another advantage in regard to her son's age. His hormones were churning around inside him, his pecker was always hard and all he thought about was pussy. His mother's pussy. He was Nora's kind of guy.
Her son was a handsome stud with a big hard prick who could have had all the girls his age he wanted, but he didn't want them (at least Nora assumed he didn't). Not when he could crawl into bed with his mother whenever he wanted to and fuck her until he was exhausted.
After Nora had sucked him off, Joel stood there on shaky legs, thrilled out of his mind at what his mother had done for him. As far as he was concerned, she gave by far the best blow job of any woman who had ever gone down on him and taken his prick in her mouth. He loved the way his mother gave head.
While he stood there, trying to catch his breath, Nora was busy taking off her clothes. When she was naked, she parked her ass on the couch and spread her legs, obviously expecting her son to return the favor. Then it was his turn to drop to his knees in front of her, and he didn't hesitate. He thrust his head between her satiny smooth thighs and began kissing, licking and sucking, eager as always to show her, in case she had forgotten, what a superb pussy eater he was. He did that all right.
He soon had his mother squealing and shrieking with the intense pleasure of an orgasm. But he didn't stop there. He brought her off again and again until she nearly freaked out.
When she got to her feet, he took her in his arms and held her tight, flattening her tits against his chest while he kissed her and rubbed the head of his prick along her slick pussy lips, like it was normal procedure for a young man to behave like that with his mother.
Her behavior was unusual too, for a mother. She held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other, stroking it as it rubbed against her twat.
After a few minutes of playful grabbing and groping, she took him upstairs to her (their) bedroom and they got onto the bed together, where they indulged in some more touching and feeling. Then Nora pushed him onto his back, flung a leg over him and straddled him. Holding his upright boner steady, she brought her pussy up over it and lowered it onto that awesome shaft.
She figured after the intense blow job she had given him downstairs, he should he there and rest a bit while she did all the work. Not that she considered what she was doing work. It was fun. Her son's tool was the longest, thickest and most fabulous thing she'd ever had up her twat. She rode up and down on it until she was nearly out of her mind. Her son held onto her gyrating ass and let her go to it. He didn't mind that his mother's soft fleshy jugs were slapping his face.
When they climaxed together, it was glorious. They went nuts, humping as they both lost control.
Moments later Nora was on her back and Joel was humping her like she was the best piece of ass a horny young stud could ever find.
Marjorie Bennett stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, admiring herself. She was naked.
"Not bad for a 29-year-old woman," she said with a little giggle. "Even if I am a little overweight. That good-looking son of Nora's jumped on me quick enough when I let him know I was interested in the big bulge inside his pants."
Then silently she argued with herself as to whether or not she had a few extra pounds.
Women would always be frustrated about their body, she thought. Skinny and flat-chested women were unhappy during the times when it was the fashion for women to have big boobs and a full, round ass. Then when the fashion changed, as it had, here she was, a woman with full boobs and a big ass when it was fashionable for women to be skinny.
So she was slightly overweight, she thought. No one could say she was fat, or even somewhat plump. Not quite buxom either. In those girdle ads on TV, she recalled, the lady referred to herself as having a full figure. Actually, Marjorie thought, she was nicely filled out, not looking like those scrawny, undernourished models and actresses who were so in style in this day and age.
That was just it, she thought. She was in the wrong age. She was built along the lines of Jayne Mansfield, Mamie Van Doren, Ursella Andress and Mae West. But no one knew who they were now, unless they watched old movies like she did.
"With a body like this, I could have made it big in the movies back in the 30s," she told herself.
But here she was, built just like those gorgeous creatures years too late, and when she went into a dress shop, she found the merchandise was for skinny women.
But Marjorie wasn't fooled by the fact that only skinny women appeared on the covers of magazines and in TV commercials and movies. Most men, she rationalized, liked a woman who had some flesh on her bones. Whenever her husband was out of town on business, she didn't have any trouble finding a gorgeous young stud who was only too happy to bring her home and spend the night in bed with her. And Nora's son Joel didn't pass up the chance to throw a fuck into her when she gave him some encouragement.
Marjorie liked men. Even old men, if they could still get their pecker up. And she hadn't met one yet who couldn't. She had yet to have one in bed with her who didn't screw the living hell out of her all night long. Maybe he figured that might be his last chance to fuck a younger, good-looking woman and he was going to make the most of it.
For every woman there was a particular kind of man she especially liked, Marjorie thought, and she was no different. For her, the one she preferred more than any of the others was a good-looking guy around 18, 19 or 20. At that age, a horny stud could fuck and never quit. She liked that, when a guy was in bed with her and he just kept on fucking.
The nice thing about a young man was that she could be seen with him, even by her husband, and no one would suspect she was making it with him. One day, one of those gorgeous young studs came to her home and his timing was off. Her husband hadn't left the house yet. The young man's mother was a good friend of hers. Marjorie simply told her husband her friend Arlene had sent her son over to get one of her cake recipes.
Marjorie knew quite well there were a lot of young studs out there who thought she was sexy, not in spite of her extra padding, but because of it. Not ugly, desperate young men either, but fairly handsome studs with big, hard pricks who could have slim, slender girls their own age whenever they wanted them.
Her current secret lover was Nora's son Joel. She met him one afternoon at Nora's house. Nora was throwing a party for Becky, who was soon to be married. There was this gorgeous young guy there and Nora proudly introduced him to her as her son Joel. Joel was 20 and built the way she liked to see a young man: tall, lean and muscular, with a big bulge in the front of his pants. What thrilled her even more was that Joel looked at her like he wanted to climb all over her. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.
When she and Nora were alone for a moment, Nora said, "You really made a hit with him. I think he has a crush on you." She said it like it was all so sweet and innocent.
When she and Joel and were alone in the kitchen, Nora having gone into the other room to serve her guests, he told her flat out he had a thing for women who were built like her. She knew what thing he was talking about. It was long, thick and hard, and pushing out the front of his pants like a tent. Marjorie was pleased. Of course, she wanted a guy to respect her for her intelligence, but she didn't mind Joel lusting for her body. He asked if he could escort her home and she agreed.
"Can we leave right away?" he asked with a grin.
She smiled and nodded. He was obviously hot for her and wanted to spend some time alone with her before her husband came home from the office.
Once they were inside her house, Marjorie led him over to the couch. As soon as he was seated on it, he asked, "What time does your husband get home?"
She settled her ass onto his lap, put her arms about his neck and lay a hot, sexy kiss on him. When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "This is your lucky day, honey. My husband left this morning on a business trip. He won't be home tonight."
By then, his hand was moving up under her skirt, feeling along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He grinned at her and said. "You'll be lonesome in this house all by yourself. How about letting me stay with you tonight?"
"How will you explain your being out all night to your mother?" Marjorie asked.
"I'll phone her and tell her I'm spending the night with you, because your husband is out of town and you feel nervous being in the house by yourself at night. She'll understand."
Marjorie laughed. "I'll bet she will."
"So how about it?" Joel asked again.
"Well, that depends," Marjorie said, gazing into his eyes with a mischievous smile. "Bedtime is a long way off and you may be pooped out by then."
He laughed. "I know you'll do your best to wear me out, but tomorrow morning you'll find I'm still going strong. I have endurance."
"So I've heard."
"Yeah? From whom?"
"You know how women like to gossip," she said. "You've been making out with at least two of your mother's women friends. Not to mention Becky, who is soon to be married."
She and Joel agreed that women were as bad as men at talking about who was fucking whom. Then she got up off his lap and began to get undressed. He leaped up off the couch and stripped rapidly. He was naked before she was and he dropped to his knees in front of her to drag her panties down from around her hips and ass. When she stepped out of them, his arms went about her hips and his hands grabbed hold of her buns. She let out a cry of surprise and delight when he kissed her pussy.
"You're a muff diver?" She exclaimed. "No wonder those women are so wild about you."
Joel smiled a secret little smile. She obviously had no idea her best friend, his mother, was wild about him eating her pussy, too.
Marjorie parked her ass on the couch and spread her legs. Joel thrust his head between them and began kissing, licking and sucking, like he was eager to show her what a superb pussy eater he was. He did that all right. He brought her off again and again, until she nearly freaked out.
When he got to his feet it was her turn to drop to her knees and the next thing he knew, she had a hold of his ass and his balls, and his prick was in her mouth. He stood there with his legs apart and grinning, like having his prick in a warm, soft mouth was something that happened to him every time he was alone with a woman.
After the third time she sucked him off, she took him upstairs to her bedroom and they started fooling around on the bed together. In spite of the blow job she'd given him, his prick was hard again. She pushed him onto his back, flung a leg over him and straddled him. Holding his upright boner steady, she brought her pussy up over it and lowered it onto that awesome shaft.
The size of his cock thrilled and delighted her. His tool was the longest, thickest and most fabulous thing a horny woman could ever hope to find. She rode up and down on it while she squealed and shrieked in ecstasy. Joel held onto her gyrating ass and let her go to it while he sucked ravenously on one of her full, fleshy tits.
When they climaxed together, they made the bed shake. They went wild, humping out of control. After a brief rest, Marjorie was on her back and Joel was humping her like she was the hottest piece of ass he was ever going to find, and screwing a buxom woman was where it was at.
When Marjorie woke up the next morning, Joel was on top of her, sliding his prick into her pussy-hole again. It was a wild, thrilling fuck and he was still going strong. One thing her young lover had, in addition to a big, long, thick cock, was endurance.