Chapter 1

When maman first brought me to the house, I followed her up the stairs and raised a hard. I mean, I watched the way her long, sleek legs moved, and got these quick peeks up her skirt, catching a glimpse of smoothly rounded thighs snugged by nylon pantyhose.

I could see the white frilly panties, just the edge of them, damn it, but the mound itself was too shadowy for me to even make out its shape, and that drove me freaky. My grandmother was one of the greatest looking women I ever saw, and when she walked onto the landing with her trim, firm ass going tic-toe, tic-toe, I had to hold both hands in front of me with my suitcase, trying to cover up the stiff cock that was threatening to split my jeans.

She'd picked me up at the bus station, driving a 260 Z, which gives you some idea of what my maman is like, but only a vague one. I remembered her, of course, but not too well. I'd seen her a couple of times when I was just a little kid, but the picture I carried in my head was all fuzzy.

I climbed off the Greyhound with my lower lip stuck out, feeling down and beat because my parents had shipped me off because they had this goofy thing about splitting up and getting a divorce. But when I saw my grandmother, I got a little high on her, right away.

She has these soft silver curls that are cut so they cling to her well-shaped head, and her black eyes are merry, dancing, and if you look close, you can make out very warm lights in their depths. She has little crinkles at their corners, and her skin is as smooth as any young chick's. Sure, she uses makeup, but it only points out the kind of slanting shape of her eyes and makes her mouth an attractive, soft red.

She kissed me at the bus station, throwing her arms around me and squeezing me close. I felt the soft globes of her breasts flatten against me, and when she put her mouth on mine, it wasn't for any little quick peck on the lips, but a long, lingering kiss with her lips parted and her warm breath flowing against my teeth. .

I was surprised, and flinched at the pressure of her thighs, the feeling of her flat belly, and the touch of her hipbones. She stepped back too quickly and took me by the hand. "Ah, cher-you have grown into a young man already, and what an attractive young man."

Muttering something or the other and suddenly feeling about a foot taller, I went with her and tucked my suitcase into that groovy set of wheels, thinking that staying awhile with my youngish grandmother wouldn't be so bad after all. She drove through the city like it was a race course, and whipped the car into a private garage beneath the old French Quarter house on Beinville Street.

That's when I followed her upstairs, eyeing the dusky flashing of those slick, graceful legs and wishing I could see even higher up her short skirt, that I could get a good, long look at the pussy hidden beneath the lacy panties.

"A glass of wine, hein," she said. "A man needs to wet his lips, after travel."

See? She wasn't treating me like a kid practically thrown out of his own home, but as a grownup she was welcoming, and might like. I'd have died before I made a face over the wine, but it wasn't all that bitter, anyway. In fact, after it got down, I felt this warm glow in my belly and could relax a little bit.

Maman talked about my mother and father, but only in passing, without mentioning the upcoming divorce, or trying to dig around for information, and I appreciated that. She acted as if I were a guest she enjoyed having around, and she fed me a lunch of bouillabaisse and soft-shelled crab that was delicious, refilling my glass with a different kind of wine. For a fourteen-year-old kid whose world was being kicked apart, she was the best medicine I could have had.

I guess I was a little woozy when she said I could have my bath now, if I wished, and showed me my room. I climbed out of my clothes and into a beat-up old terry cloth robe, wishing I had something more grownup to wear. And when I went down the hall to the bath, she was drawing the water into the antique tub, bending over it.

Staying there at the door and holding my breath, I stared at the perfectly shaped legs, from the artistically designed ankles and up the slimly modeled calves to the backs of her knees. Then I dared to peer higher, to run my eyes lovingly over the beautifully rounded thighs so close together. Maman has such lovely legs, and I could see the panties again, even make out the delicately shaped cheeks of her ass as the sheer material pulled taut over them. My heart pounded as I stared at the dusky cleft between them, the crack of her ass that drew my eyes like a magnet.

She straightened up and dried her hands on a small towel, then glanced over her shoulder and saw me standing in the doorway. "Johnny-it's all ready for you, and here are the clean towels."

There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes, as if she knew I had been peeping at her exposed tail and gloating over the beauty of her legs, and as if she knew damned well what I was thinking. But she gave no other sign of it as she came close and kissed me on the mouth again, too quickly this time, only a feather brush of her soft and mobile lips.

"This is your home, too, cher. I'm pleased to have you here with me, for I've been lonely. But no more, eh? Now-take your bath and we'll talk about what you want to do this evening."

When the door was shut, I pulled off my robe and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I wasn't tall for my age, and I was kind of skinny, and I wondered if the stiff cock that showed its reflection was anywhere near the size of a grownup man's rod. Holding its painful hardness in my fingers, I figured it wasn't. The head was throbbing and red, and my balls felt as if they were stretched tight by all the pressure building up inside them.

Climbing into the old-fashioned tub with the clawed feet, I sank down into the hot water and smelled some kind of faint scent that maman had put into it. The water didn't help my hard-on, but seemed to make it bigger and stronger. I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, on the goofy divorce mom and dad insisted on getting, on what my sister Claire was doing with my father now, and where mom would be-probably with that guy who had helped screw things up for all of us.

But that made me feel down again, and when I drew a deep breath, it seemed as if I could smell maman's perfume. She used this bathtub, too, I thought; she got herself all naked and slid down into the water just as I had, and the hot water closed over her silken legs, and over the secret mound of her magic pussy, and maybe she would wash her tits with a soapy cloth, caressing them softly as she did so, running her hands over the slippery mounds and playing with the nipples.

Would she run one hand between those rounded thighs and make soap bubbles all in the hairs of her cunt? Were those pubic hairs the same color and texture as the curls on her head? And what about the lips hidden somewhere deep within them-were they shaped like the lips of maman's mouth, and were they red and soft, too?

I didn't know a damned thing about a woman's pussy, but I dreamed of them all the time, especially ever since we found out that mom was making it with another guy besides my father. And now here I was in the bathtub, wondering about my own grandmother's pussy, when it was as far away as the moon-for me, anyway.

I moved my legs in the water and took the scented soap, trying to forget maman's great legs and the way her pointy tits stood out firm and young. I was just a kid, and kids didn't have a chance to screw women that much older, even if they knew how to screw, which I didn't.

When I passed my soapy hand over my lower belly and felt the tickly, slidy sensation, I couldn't resist any longer. I took another deep breath, to smell my maman's presence in her bathroom, and started to play with my prick.

I pretended that I was sliding it up against my grandmother's leg, that I could feel the satin skin rubbing my cockhead. And I dreamed that she would wiggle to me because she was lonely, too, and give me a tit to kiss, and maybe she would even reach down between my legs and cup my balls in her small, thrilling hand.

If she let me push my prick between her thighs, I would feel the exciting touch of her pussy hair against it, and they would probably be almost blazing hot, all curly and moss-like, and maybe she would show me how to get into the cunt lips I had never seen.

Stroking my cock slowly, making soap bubbles glisten over and around the distended head, I wondered if a woman's cunt felt better, if it was slicker and infinitely more soft. From what I'd heard from other kids, and from what I'd been reading, fucking a woman's pussy was the greatest feeling in the whole world, and I was going crazy for a chance to find out.

But maman would never have anything to do with me; it was stupid of me to even dream about that. I mean, we were blood relations; she was my mom's mother, and even if she had been a widow for years, ever since my grandfather died, she was probably past thinking about screwing and stuff like that. If she wasn't too old, she might look around for some guy her own age to swing with, but never with me.

What the hell did I know about anything? I'd only learned to jack off a couple of years ago, and I had only been coming for about a year, and I was scared of shooting off when my cockhead just touched a woman; how could I take care of somebody as sexy and beautiful and experienced as my grandmother?

Sliding my hand gently up and down my aching prick, I pretended that it was already buried inside my maman's pussy, and my entire body stretched out and went tight all over. I didn't want it to happen too quickly, so I let go and tried to force my mind away from maman's image.

Maybe I had been thinking about my own mom for some time before I discovered that she was screwing somebody else. She's another good-looking woman, and sometimes I'd try to get a peek at her legs, or look down her blouse to see the shape of her tits, but I kept fighting myself away from that idea. A guy doesn't think about putting the prick to his own mom, unless he's some kind of freak, I told myself.

But after they couldn't hide the news that mom had herself a lover, I wondered if she got as hot to screw as other women, and thought it must be true. Then I got to picturing her in bed with this guy-this Lucien Labas and I could almost see her wiggling naked with her legs wrapped around him, almost see his big, hard shaft working in and out of the grip of her hairy pussy, and I almost cracked up.

I jacked off two or three times a day after that, but I stopped for awhile, when mom and dad got to fighting, and he yelled that she was a bitch and he was going to take us kids and get a divorce. She could screw her Cajun stud all she wanted, he said, but not in his house and around his kids.

She tapped on the door, and I jumped, splashing water over the side of the tub. "Johnny-are you all right? Do you need anything?"

Gulping, I answered: "N-no, maman; I'm just fine, and I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Take your time, cherie; I know that a man likes to soak in a hot tub after he has traveled a long way. Just call me if you want anything.

I listened to her footsteps fade down the hall and gripped my prick hard. Suppose I called for her to come in and look at me naked in her bathtub, with my cock sticking up out of the water, its head all angry red and shiny? Suppose I said to her: maman, I have never had a piece of ass in all my life, and if you really want to give me something, give me that. Let me get into your mysterious pussy and learn how it clings around my prick. She'd probably scream and call the cops, or my father; she didn't know where my mom was just now.

Damn! My cock was so hard it was painful, and I stroked it some more, using the soap bubbles as if they were the sweet juices that were said to flow inside a woman's pussy, massaging the head gently and sensuously. Maman had been fucked hundreds of times, thousands of times by my grandfather, and maybe-the idea was a new one-just maybe she had done the same thing my mom had, taken a lover. It was possible she had screwed somebody else, even three or four men, sampling the different sizes and shapes of strange pricks. That idea turned me on even more.

Moving my hand faster, I felt the crazy, good feeling begin to surge up from my swollen balls, and my cock jumped in my fingers. Quickly, I grabbed the washrag and held it over the flexing head of my prick. The knob shuddered and jerked, and I pushed my feet against the end of the bathtub as the semen came thundering up along my shaft and leaped from the head with a hissing spurt of hot liquid.

The stuff pulsed out and over my head, and I thought how marvelous it would be, to be letting it go inside maman's secret hole, to be grinding my balls hard into the giving dampness of her cunt hairs while those magnificent legs waved in the air, or maybe curled themselves adoringly around the small of my back. I'd pump and pump, shooting my come far up into the velvet reaches of that enchanted pussy, wetting it down with my boiling juices.

Sighing, I sank back into the water and wiped my cock off with the washrag. In a little while, I stood up and rinsed the rag in the water as I pulled the plug; my knees were weak and I felt kind of foolish, as I often did, right after I'd jacked myself off.

I got dry and pulled on my robe again, then slipped my feet into the rubber scuffs and went down the hall to my room. Putting on a clean shirt and jeans, I wandered back toward the kitchen where I heard my grandmother moving around. She smiled brightly at me, and her eyes seemed to probe mine, so I looked away.

"Cher, you are a handsome young man, and make me proud that you are my grandson. Nowhat shall we do today? Go sightseeing, to a movie, what?"

We did both, and had oysters later at a busy little place on Conti Street, and I saw how many heads turned to watch maman walk by, not only older men watched her, but young ones, too. It was my turn to feel proud as I saw how they stared after her in the street, how their eyes flicked over her high breasts and dropped to her jouncy, undulating ass.

When we got back home, she gave me some more wine, and it was a good thing I was a little tired out. Because when I was getting ready for bed, she came into the room and leaned against the doorframe, looking pensively down at me as I sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Johnny, would you think me a crazy old woman if I asked you to come sleep in my bed with me tonight? I have been too long alone, mon cher, and it will make me feel much better to have someone close."

She was wearing a robe I could just about see through, and I could make out the nipples of her tits beneath the thin material, see the flaring of her hips and the outline of one thigh. "O-okay, maman, if I won't crowd you. I guess I'm a little lonely, too-since mom left."

"Good," she said, and held out a hand. I took it and walked beside her into her own bedroom that smelled of exotic scents and woman musk. I was trembling when I climbed beneath the sheet, and pretended to be sleepier than I was, turning my back to her as she adjusted the bed lamp and read a magazine. But I could feel her nearness, her warmth, and the rhythm of her breathing, and raised another hard. But it was impossible, I knew, and lay awake for a long time after she went to sleep.

I considered sneaking out and going to the bathroom so I could jack off. I mean, I was only fourteen years old and never had a piece of ass in my life, and my grandmother was-well, I'll tell you all about her later, so you can see just how it was, how I couldn't help myself then, and didn't want to, after.

This particular night, I lay there in the dark, thinking how neat my maman was, how she looked almost as young as my mother, even though they're not built alike. We were just lying under the sheet because it's so damned hot in New Orleans, and I could feel her leg touching mine. That started it, but I'd probably been thinking about it all evening, since I'd seen her in that light robe I could almost see through.

She has these long, long legs, all smooth and cared for, and when she walks, you can't help watching the way they move, from her little feet on up the sleek calves and over the satiny knees and up along the nicely rounded, slim thighs, and then you look at how her trim ass rolls just so, all little wiggles and sliding motions.

And me-I always tried to stare right through her clothes where the thighs joined her body, always tried to make out the shape of her mound, wondering if the hair on it was as rich and all silvery and ringleted, like the hair on her head.

Maybe you think I'm some kind of freak, eyeing my grandmother like that, and maybe you're right-but you don't know maman; if you did, you'd understand. She was forty-eight at the time, but you'd never know it, and even if you did, you wouldn't give a damn. She's put together better than a lot of chicks half her age, and maman has that special something, that sensuous kind of aura that makes men turn their heads and stare.

Anyhow, this night I was lying there with her leg just touching mine, and I got a hard-on that wouldn't wait. Especially because she turned a little in her sleep and put her nicely formed ass right up against my hip. My prick jumped into my hand and I squeezed down hard on it, knowing the warm and silky feel of her skin on my own, realizing that her nightie had slipped up, and our bare flesh was together.

Oh wow; the head of my cock throbbed so much it hurt, and I tried to choke it down. My mouth was dry and I was breathing hard, trying to think of anything else but that long, sleek body next to me knowing that those great legs were parted slightly and that the mysterious pussy I had never seen was right there under the sheet with me.

My prick quivered and I stroked it lightly, thinking that I'd better get the hell out of that woman-warmed bed and into the bathroom, quick. But bouncing around in my head was the idea of that secret, magical pussy so close, with the nightie hiked above it. Maybe I could sneak a touch, I thought-just a quick touch, easy and soft, so she wouldn't wake up, and even if she did, I could pretend to be sound asleep and she'd think it was an accident.

My heart pounding, I eased my free hand down beneath the covering sheet, very careful and quiet. I could gauge about where the private little mound was by her hip against mine. But I miscalculated a little, and my fingertips brushed her inner thigh first.

That skin was even softer and smoother, and when she didn't move a muscle, I drifted my fingers over and found the very special place I had always wondered about. Just barely touching the hair, I felt it give easily, and it was like I'd dreamed-all silken and curly, like the finest down, but somehow different, with a life of its own.

Very gently, I moved my fingers down, exploring the shape of the woman-pussy, feeling its outline, the slightly puffed lips, the thrillingly damp opening below the luxurious hair. Where the lips joined together, they were humid and tender, and I went out of my head, stopping myself from probing deeper to find the hidden hole.

So I lay there, taut and breathing hard, my hand ever so lightly upon that magic cunt and its curling hairs, stroking my prick up and down, jacking myself off because I couldn't do anything else to relieve that tremendous pressure that loaded my balls.

Hating to let go of that compelling snatch, I slowly lifted one leg at a time to get my shorts off, to have something to blot my come with. When it was done, and I felt back for the steamy comfort of maman's pussy, I couldn't find it. Instead, my hand fell on the curving of her ass, and that was almost as good. Her cheeks were glossy, slim at the top and widening just right at the bottom.

Listening close to the rhythm of her breathing, I continued to massage my swollen cock and dared to slide one questing finger gently into the cleft of her ass. I couldn't move it far without waking her up, but I managed to sample a hairy little indentation that left me breathless with wanting to do more.

But there wasn't anything I could do; I didn't have the guts to even touch the aching head of my prick to those alluring cheeks. I was a kid and she was my maman, and all hell would break loose if she woke up and caught me doing anything like that.

She rolled over again, and I stopped playing with my cock, holding my breath there in the dark. Maman murmured something I couldn't make out, speaking drowsily in her sleep, and her arm fell across my belly. Paralyzed, I lay there stiffly, not daring to move, feeling that smooth arm on my flesh like a hot poker, and when her hand slipped down, I swear my heart stopped beating.

Her fingers were like little butterflies landing against the distended base of my cock, and I damned near shot off right then. Then they felt around the shaft, and higher, fumbling softly and tantalizingly in the dark, exploring the length and thickness of my agonized prick, and I wondered what the hell she was dreaming about, or if she had just discovered something strangely out of place in her bed and was checking it out.

Whichever it was, she was driving me up the wall, and I struggled to hold back the semen that threatened to spew up and out of my over-excited cock. The prowling fingers reached the head of it, and I shuddered so hard that the bed rattled as they felt over and around it, fluttering, drifting teasingly across the distended knob.

"Well," maman murmured, "that's the biggest thing I have ever touched. I thought it was your leg, Johnny."

She was awake! Gulping, I tried to turn away, to hide my shameful erection from her, but her fingers closed tighter around my painful cock. "I-I'm sorry, maman. I was dreaming, I guess."

"Of little girls, no doubt," she whispered. "But your thing would frighten a little girl, cher. It needs a woman."

I couldn't believe it. Her hand was caressing my shaft, and she was turning on her side, moving closer to me. "Here, cher, if you turn this way, it will be better. Tell maman-have you ever forced this into some little child?"

"N-no," I gasped. "I mean, I've only-"

"Played with yourself," her soft voice intruded, "and that is truly a waste. So you are a young virgin, Johnny? How delightful, and how magnifique I should discover such a beautiful prick in my bed, just as I am coming alive again, so long after your grandpere's death."

Swallowing, I tried to straighten out what was happening, but I felt her tits come against me as she tugged me over onto my side, using my throbbing cock as a lever. And I felt the deep, tingling hairs of her enchanted pussy rubbing themselves against my thigh.

"Don't be afraid, my dear," she said. "Here, feel your maman's breasts. They are not so large as they once were, but I've kept them firm. Do you like them, cher?"

She lifted my nerveless hands and placed them on her tits. I felt the nipples thrusting pointy against my palms, and my fingers closed involuntarily over the soft resilence of the mounds themselves. They were wonderfully shaped and solid, as she said, and I thought of how many times I'd seen them jiggling beneath one of her thin house dresses.

"T-they're beautiful, maman."

"Press them, darling; roll the nipples gently between your fingers. A woman always likes that." Her body was full length against mine, and now my prick was against her belly, hard as steel and jerking as if her skin was sending little electric shocks through it.

"There's nothing to fear," she said. "Maman will teach you everything, darling-everything. Once you learn how to use that magnificent young prick, the girls will gather around you like flies to honey. Ah, my dear-what a huge prick you have! And to think, you are only fourteen years old; it may even grow some more."

Her mouth found mine in the dark, the lips damp and open, and when our tongues met wetly, it was as if I'd shoved mine into a wall socket. Dizzily, I submitted to the sweet probing, and her teeth raked mine, her breath panted into my throat. It was a wild and far-out sensation, holding her slim, sinuous body in my arms while my prick bobbed hungrily against her polished belly.

"To think," maman whispered against my lips, "that all these days, such a gorgeous prick was hanging between your legs. Move your face down, sweet, and kiss your maman's breasts."

I did as she ordered, ecstatic at the chance, my head spinning and my heart racing madly, too shaken up to think what was happening, not daring to say much in case I might break the spell. I kissed her throat, smelling the musky scent of her perfume that was like gardenias, and when my mouth found the giving mound of her tit, I buried my face between them, nuzzling there like a baby seeking food.

Her tits were food for me, in a way; I had never tasted a woman's nipples before, and their flavor was delicious, spicy in my mouth, making my tongue vibrate as I wrapped it in turn around them, cupping the breast itself in my hands and rubbing my cheeks and my chin over them.

"Very good, Johnny," she murmured, her hands stroking my hair. "Ahh, yes-like that, cherie; use your tongue well, and bite them gently. Oohh! So hot and sweet-yes, you may suck them, darling."

Blissfully, I pulled on the hard points of her tits, laving them with my tongue, then opening my mouth as wide as I could, so I could try to surround them entirely with my lips, so I could hold the entire tit in my mouth.

I felt her leg slide over my hip, and knew the smooth caress of the calf, the knee, and then the beguiling and lustruous thigh. The gloriously springy hair of her pussy came right up against the underside of my swollen cock, and I quivered again.

"Easy, darling," she said, settling herself to my cock. "It will be quick the first time, but don't let that disturb you. Here-I'll take your sweet prick and guide it where it ought to go. Feel the labia, my dear-ahh-such a wonderful cockhead, spongy and exciting, and so hard in its core. Just lie still while maman gets it fitted into the lips of her pussy."

Fighting to hold back the hot juices that wanted to rush from the trembling head, I cupped the cheeks of her fine ass in both hands as she steered my prick into the wetly welcoming slot deep within the lush pubic hair. I felt the magic of the cunt lips, this time with the head of my aching shaft, and knew the marvelous slippery feel of them as they spread themselves slightly to take me inside them.

Inside, she was all slimy and like greased velvet, and my cockhead slipped past the lips gone elastic for it, worked on into a mysterious, tight cave that closed downy walls around my meat. Suddenly, I gave a hunch that buried the length of my tool into her, that reached the distended head all the way up inside my maman's thrilling cunt.

At last, my prick was actually shoved pulsing into a woman's pussy! I wasn't dreaming, and I wasn't jacking off; I was really fucking a woman's cunt, and it was better than any of my fantasies.

"Move a little," she instructed me. "Ahh, darling, darling! So big-so tremendous-your prick fills me upstretches me wide open-oh, cher Johnny, fuck me! Fuck your grandmere!"

Jerkily, I drew back, quaking at the terrific feel of her tight, hot cunt walls sliding juicily along my shaft, pulling my meat back and back until only her pussy lips were clinging jealously to the expanded head. Then I shoved it home again, burying it all the way inside that suctioning, oily snatch and feeling the luxurious hairs of her pussy come to rest against my swollen balls.

In and out I worked my prick, knowing that it was prodding against something wonderfully soft and giving, reveling in the sensations of clinging, of wet hotness. Being inside her, holding on to her ass and feeling her tits bounce against my chest, feeling my grandmother squirm in delight upon my pistoning cock-it was all the good feelings of the world wrapped around me.

"Ahh-Johnny, Johnny! So much man meat-such a splendid prick! Fuck me harder, my lover-hard and deep; pound that glorious young cock up my hungry pussy! It has been so long, too long, since I have been fucked, and never-ahh, never like this!"

Humping up to that swallowing pussy, I felt a surge of pressure that started at my feet, curling the toes and racing up behind my calves to jerk at my knees before scattering along my thighs. My balls leaped upward, and as I jammed my prick solidly into the gripping vagina, the head of it flexed and I came. Oh man, did I come!

An explosion of semen thundered forth from the head of my prick, splattering the hot, greasy stuff all over my grandmother's pussy, drowning her womb and flooding the quivering satin walls of that precious vagina.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Maman screamed softly. "Oh-that beautiful semen! It's all creamy inside my pussy, cherie-and there's so much of it-all your sweet boy's come boiling inside your maman's thirsty cunt. Give it all to me, darling-ahh-oohh! I can't stand it any longer-AHHH!"

She jerked violently against me, pounding her crotch almost savagely into mine, grinding her trim ass in my hands and making her vibrating pussy slide all around over the still spitting head of my slick cock. Dimly, I realized that she was coming, too, that I had fucked this special, intriguing older woman until she reached that burst of rapture that could shake the world like it was shaking our bed.

Maman clawed at my back, moaning and rocking her head from side to side, the breath whistling from between her clenched teeth. Her pelvis hunched back and forth across mine, and I could feel velvet muscles deep inside her cunt as they contracted upon the shuddering head of my deeply buried prick.

It had happened, I told myself; it had truly happened: I had fucked my maman, and she had fucked me back, coming as hard and ecstatically as I had. It still seemed impossible, but she was as much in love with my prick as I worshipped her beautiful pussy. I was really there between those long, slim legs, tucked into that sweetly -haired crotch and feeling her tits against my chest as my hands clung adoringly to the cheeks of her lovely ass.

After a long, sweet drifting, she murmured against the base of my throat: "Johnny, Johnny-quell magniftque! You will be the best lover in the world, for I'll teach you, darling. I will show you everything about making a woman happy, and yourself as well. Such a prick you have! It's so hard and big I can't believe it. We will fuck for hours, my darling, my little grandson with the stallion's prick. Hold me now and relax, and when you are ready, we will fuck some more."

Man, I was ready right then. I mean, my cock was going bump-bump-bump inside of her slippery pussy, turned soapy and thrillingly slick by the come I had let go inside it. I never wanted to leave the inside of her cunt that was grasping my cock as if it were a wet glove pulling at my meat.

But I wanted to learn everything she promised. I was just getting started, had just gotten my first piece of ass, and I wanted more than anything else in the world to please my maman, to excite her and make her come and do anything that would turn her on. I wasn't scared any more, but I realized that I didn't know much, and if learning from her could make screwing any better than it already was, I'd stand on my head with a feather up my ass.

Thinking back on that first night with my sexpot maman, I know how damned lucky I was. She'd been without a prick for five years, and she was a blazing hot cunt who really needed her fucking on a regular schedule. Besides, she was open and honest enough to make it all terrific, and she'd been around enough to know all the tricks.

No little girl could have matched the fucking of my darling maman, and being taught by her wasn't just going to a school for sex; it was like getting a doctorate at a sensualist university.

And she was going to turn me on to more great screwing to come, and in a plot that would bring the whole family back together.