Chapter 2

Katy was running through a thick, piney forest. Thick roots clutched at her ankles, trying to trip her as the naked Adonis who was chasing her slowly closed the distance between them.

An irritation caused her to shake her head and the dream faded. The annoyance continued. It was a bug, on her cheek. She slapped at it.

Laughter sounded. Deep, virile laughter.

She opened her eyes.

Adonis had dark brown eyes. And a damp mane of thick dark brown hair that swept back from his forehead and rippled along the back of his neck and down between his shoulder blades.

Tall and well-built, he had hard muscles everywhere. Narrow hips...long, lean legs. And dark hair on his chest, and everywhere else, too. And the sight of that everywhere-else brought a crimson glow to her cheeks.

"Playing possum?" His voice was a rich baritone, resonant with sexy overtones. "Ah, no, I was asleep...really."

"Liar," he said with a good-natured chuckle. "You're a peeping Tom."

She blushed, then grinned sheepishly. "Peeping Thomasina. I-I didn't mean to-after all, you weren't trying to be too secretive. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You should have." He stood up. "You could have joined us."

Adonis was still naked, and Katy suddenly found herself staring directly at his cock. The long, heavy-hanging pendant of flesh was the most immense male organ she had ever seen. Her attention focused on the tiny slit in the end, bringing heat to her cheeks before she pulled her eyes away.

"W-w-where is your friend?" she stammered.

"Cora had to get back to work." He reached down to give Katy a hand as she started to get up.

"Just a lunch break?" Katy asked, feeling surprisingly at ease in the presence of the naked stranger.

Adonis laughed. "A sandwich and a quickie. Cora's a horny little bitch."

Katy gave his naked body a frank assessment. "Well, I guess you took care of that."

He laughed. "I always try my best." Then, his eyes narrowed. "So, who the hell are you?"

"I'm Katy, from over there."

"Tom Eastwood's place?"

"Yes, I'm Tom's daughter."

The nude brown-haired man studied her thoughtfully. "I'll be damned. I didn't know Tom had a daughter."

"Neither did Tom until a month ago," she said without explaining. Then, for no particular reason, she added, "I'll be around all summer."

His eyes brightened. "Then we'll be seeing more of each other." He stooped to pick up a pair of cut-off jeans. "I'm Randy Hanks. I live just over yonder."

She gave his dangling cock another glance, trying to memorize its lines before it disappeared from view, then sighed. "I don't think there's much more to see," she quipped.

He shot her a sharp glance. "The next time you show up here," he said sternly, "leave your clothes behind. Skinny-dipping only at this pool."

"Is that a law?" she asked defiantly.

"An unwritten rule," he said, fastening the cut-offs around his waist and zipping the fly. "And another rule is that whatever happens here, stays here."

"You don't have to worry," she assured him. He wasn't wearing any underwear, she realized. No shirt. No shoes. "I won't say anything about you and, ah, Cora, is it?"

"Yeah. And I won't tell Tom that his sexy-looking daughter is a peeping Tom." He smiled. "See yah."

Katy watched until he had disappeared into the trees. Then she turned and started treading her way back in the opposite direction.

She had to pinch herself as she walked out of the woods. Could that all have been a dream? Maybe, an enchanted forest? Who would believe her if she told them that she had just watched two strangers fuck while she masturbated herself to orgasm, and then, afterwards, she had carried on a civil conversation with the handsome male partner...handsome, naked male partner.

God! And she had only been here a week. She had a whole summer of Southern decadence ahead of her!

Maggie Hanks was just finishing hanging up the wash when Randy emerged from the woods that edged their property.

"Been swimmin'? " she asked him, taking a clothespin from between her teeth to anchor the corner of her Sunday-best dress.

"Yeah." Moving into the shade, he plopped down into the lap of a wooden lawn chair.

"Nice day for it," his mother said, as she put aside her empty clothes basket and came over to sit in the matching chair beside him.

"It's always a nice day for it," he said with a wink.

Maggie chuckled. "I saw Cora high-tailin' it out of here."

"She had to get back to work," he said matter-of-factly.

"It's a wonder what that young woman can get away with," she said, as she poured a glass of cold water from a pitcher on the table before them and handed it to her son. "If she weren't such a good hairdresser-"

"-she'd be a good whore," Randy finished, wiping his lips as he set the glass back down.

They both laughed.

Randy eyed his mother. She was dressed in a simple, cotton shift, and he knew she was just as bare underneath as he was under his own clothes. She had a hot body.

Hot body...hot woman.

"Maw, don't you ever get tired of washing all those clothes?" he asked.

"Hon, if I didn't have the washing, it would be something else. It never ends."

"We could always join one of them-there nudist colonies," he teased with a wink.

"We could, and then you'd be worn down to a nubbin from all those women chasin' you around."

"You'd be doing some running, too."

She laughed. "Go on! No one wants a middle-aged woman."

"With your looks and figure, you could get any man you wanted."

Maggie blushed. "Aw, go on!"

"It's true, Maw. You're the prettiest woman I ever saw in my life-and it ain't just your tits."

There was a provocative sway to her hips as she got up and started to gather the empty glasses. "Well, I don't see a bunch of men tryin' to bust down my door," she said, sashaying past him.

Randy caught her wrist and pulled her down into his lap. "We don't need a lot of men," he said gruffly.

She slid close and touched his cheek, gentling him. "That's not what I meant, hon. Of course I don't need anybody else."

He stroked his fingers through her short, blonde hair, and little electric tingles of lust ran down from his fingertips to his dick. Her heavy breast brushed against his arm. "No man has ever been good to you." A bulge started to grow in his pants as his mother's hips wiggled in his lap.

"No man but you," she said softly. "Hon, that pettin' hand of yours is settin' my body to purrin'.."

"You want me to stop."

"No way!"

His hand molded her body intimately through the light folds of her dress and the odor of her sweat penetrated his senses. It smelled like an exotic perfume. His voice softened. "Did you know Tom had a daughter?"

"Tom? No...."

"He does. Ran into her in the woods."

"Did she go swimmin' with you?" He chuckled. "No, not yet."

"Randy, honey, you don't have to fuck every woman you meet."

"Nope. Just the pretty ones."

"Lordy, hon, the way you talk. You are one cocky sonofabitch."

"Jealous?"

"Who, me?" She nipped his lips with a kiss. "I'm just proud of my son."

Her laughter was deep and throaty, and it made the bulge in his pants pulse and quiver. Her mouth and nose were only inches from his face. For a moment, they stared at each other. There was no mistaking the hunger in her eyes.

"Damn you, Maw," he whispered huskily, as he pressed his mouth to hers to silence her mocking laughter. Her ripe, wet lips parted and let his tongue push into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped into the curls at the back of his neck and his tongue stroked deep into her throat. It was like dipping his tongue into a honey pit. She sucked hard on his probing tongue, and his pulse quickened.

Her hands didn't remain still. They kneaded the skin of his bare chest and lingered to feel the rippling of his hardened muscles. Scratching gently, her fingertips brought his tight male nipple to hardness, then moved down into his lap to feel the trembling of the fleshy hardness that stretched the material of his cut-offs.

Randy groaned. His mother sure knew how to do a man. His senses had keyed as her fingers traced the taut muscles of his chest and stomach until his whole body hummed with life. And his prick tingled with warmth, tight inside his pants.

"Oh...Maw." Randy heaved a deep breath.

His mother's electric-charged fingers unzipped his pants and gently extracted his cock. "Son," she breathed, "you're a wonder." Her fingers stroked his cock into a rigid state.

Christ, she was hot!

His hands released the zipper at the back of her dress and he worked it down over her shoulders. With no bra to restrain them, her huge tits plopped into his palms. Her nipples were already standing hard.

"Maw, you're beautiful," he whispered, as he gently cupped a big tit in each hand and felt their warm weight.

She let out a moan as his mouth dipped and took in the tip of one melon-sized globe. While he sucked on the areolae, his fingers kept the nipple on the other side peaked.

"You've got me creamin', hon," she murmured, tugging lightly on his ears to hold him close.

"Maw, you know how much I love your cream-"

A shudder shook her body as she lifted from his lap to stand before him. "Son, you're always good with that tongue of yours."

His lips kissed a trail down from between her heaving tits and across her belly to where her dress was bunched up around her waist. While his tongue reamed out her navel, his hand ripped the dress all the way down. With her pussy freed, the heat of his mother's excitement rushed up at him and the odor of her arousal singed his nostrils. His eardrums pounded as blood rushed through his body with a force that made his prick stiffen with steel-like hardness.

"Yes, yes," she crooned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

Feeling her body shudder, he pushed his tongue between her legs. He licked the insides of her thighs, cleaning away the cunt juice that had dripped down, then lapped her creaming pit. Her woman smell teased his nose and made his dick throb. His tongue found her swollen clit and teased it until she squealed and trembled. Then he sucked it into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth.

She spasmed, and a gush of cunt juice flooded his face. He lapped it up and nipped her clit again. Again, her body jerked. Again, juice streamed out of her cunt and ran down the inside of her thigh. Again, he cleaned away the hot, tasty fluids. Again, he bit her clit.

"No, no, no!" She gasped, and fought to keep from falling. "Enough! Oh, God-I can't stand any more...."

He held her as her voice faded with exhaustion. With her body sagging in his arms, he lifted her and set her on the edge of the wooden table that stood between the two chairs where they had been sitting.

"Give me," she murmured, reaching toward the thick bulge of his groin and trying to unzip his fly.

"I thought you'd had enough," he teased, backing away.

"You know what I want," she said, her voice throaty with passion.

"Yeah, Maw, I know exactly what you want." He unzipped his pants and let his red swollen cock swing free while he worked the cut-offs down and kicked them aside.

"Oh, Jesus, hon," his mother murmured.

He stroked his cock insolently and asked, "Have I got what you want, Maw? Huh?"

A tremor ran through her body. "Oh, yes, Son. Oh, yes, yes."

"Do you need some other man sniffing around your britches? Ain't I good enough for you?"

"No, no! I don't need anyone else. You're the only one for me, Randy. I don't need another man-only you."

Laughing, he pushed his mother down on her back on the table and raised her feet up to the edge, bending and spreading her knees so that her wet inner thighs were open and her cunt was bared to the sun.

Her son eyed her spread with twinkling eyes. "Maw, you sure are purty down there."

"Aw, go on!"

"It's true." He teased the curls of his mother's pussy and drew a finger through the slit, opening it like a blossom. "I've seen most of the women in this town and there ain't a one of 'em that can hold a candle to you."

She chuckled, and her belly jiggled. "I reckon if anyone knows, it would be you-oh, God, Son!"

Randy had lifted her leg and he was kissing a path along the inside of it from her ankle to her knee.

"Don't stop, hon. Don't stop!"

Her son was enjoying himself too much to stop. His tongue swirled over the smooth skin of her inner thigh as his lips closed in on her pussy. Then, his nose was tangled in her pussy hair and his tongue was stroking her cunt lips. His own organ was standing stiff and hard with a heavy drop of pre-cum drooling from its tip.

She squealed as his tongue fucked her pussy, and she sucked in a deep breath of air when its tip wrapped around the swollen nubbin of her clit. Suddenly, her body stiffened.

"I'm cumming!" she shouted.

Randy held her thighs while he sucked and slurped on her tender pussy flesh. And, for the second time, her body rocked and twisted as spasms of pleasure tore through her insides.

When her excitement eased and her muscles relaxed, he hooked her right leg over his left shoulder and let the other thigh drop back down. Her pussy was wet and hungry for sex. Grasping his cock in his hand, he pressed its head toward her gaping opening. One hunch of his hips drove his cock all the way into her slick interior.

"Oh God, hon, that's good. Fuck me. Fuck me now."

He went to work. His hips wagged, driving his big cock in and out of his mother's hot twat.

"Mmmmmm, oh, yeah, honey! Oh, yeah, hon! Oh, yeah!" She moaned and ground her hips against his to enhance the pulsing feelings that were rippling through her body.

"Oh, Maw, oh fuck! You're the best, Maw," he groaned, his balls tightening. "You're the best."

The joining of their bodies became a blur, their motion increasing in speed and intensity as they closed in on their climax. Then her hips arched off the floor and her climax hit her.

"Fuck me, honey, I'm cumming!" Her hips arched upward as yet another orgasm tore through her. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me. Ooooo-aaaaiiiieeeeyyyaah!" Her body shuddered and jerked. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Randy groaned as he felt her tight, hot cunt clasping his cock, trying to squeeze the life out of it. With a sudden jerk, his balls spewed their charge, sending a flood of cum into her greedy channel.

"I'm cumming, too, Maw," he said, grunting as he rammed his hips tightly to hers while his balls emptied. "I damn sure am!"

When their excitement had passed, he pulled away, panting, and dropped back down into his chair. "Whew! Maw, you're sure a hell of a fuck!"

Maggie laughed as she sat back up so she could see her naked son. His cock was no longer hard, but it still had an inflamed look. It was obvious that his maleness was not sleeping, but merely resting and regaining strength.

"It's true," she said with a giggle and a twinkle in her eye. "Lordy, Son, I used to drive the young men wild."

"You still do, Maw," he said, his eyes staring at the tanned, heavy globes of his mother's tits. His dick was beginning to get hard again.

He twisted her around and pulled her down into his lap. His newly hardened prick split her pussy again as her ass slapped against his thighs.

Bending forward, she grasped her knees and began working her cunt up and down over her son's stretched pole.

"Fuck it, Maw! Fuck it!" he encouraged. His hands curled around to squeeze her tits while she bounced over his lap.

With their senses dulled by their previous orgasms, it took her several minutes to cunt-stroke his cock back to the pulsing hardness that they both savored.

But the tight, slick, rapid friction eventually had its effect.

Randy threw back his head and let out a roar. His hips thrust upward, impaling his mother's cunt and lifting her off her feet. His prick pulsed and shot warm excitement deep into her loins.

"Oh, yes-aaaaiiiieee!"

He humped and panted while his balls dumped their entire charge.

Then, with her insides still atingle, she turned and settled in his lap. He cuddled her close. "Son," she murmured into his ear, "you're exactly like your father was-that God damn, miserable, sonofabitch!"