Chapter 3

After a gumbo dinner that put strength back into my legs, maman talked about what was happening in the family for the first time. We had such a closeness now, this sexy older woman and me, that I didn't feel she was prying. After all, she was part of the family, too, and nearer to me than my own mother. Maman was just about everything to me-my lover, my teacher, my mistress, and I adored her from head to toe, and all points in between.

"What started the divorce thing, cherie!" she asked. "Was it just something that built over the years?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so. They seemed kind of happy, until this guy came along."

Maman's eyebrows went up. "Oh, a lover?"

Nodding, I said, "Lucien Labas. Daddy calls him a Cajun stud, and I guess he came up on them making it one time. Funny, I never thought about my mother screwing anybody else."

She said quietly, "No? Not even yourself?"

Maybe I blushed; my face felt hot, and I took a sip of the good table wine. "Well, maybe; but only kind of dreaming, like. I'd never-never-"

"All young men dream erotic thoughts about their mothers," maman said, "and it's a shame that they stifle those dreams. What better person to teach them? Thinking back, I remember that I always wanted my father to screw me. I used to peek through the bathroom keyhole to get a look at his prick. But I never did anything about it, and I have always been sorry."

I stared at her. "You mean, I ought to try and make it with mom? I-I don't think I'm ready for that, maman. She wouldn't go for it, anyway, and dad-man, he'd kill me! He damned near went out of his head when he found out mom was fucking this guy, said he'd never done it to anybody else since they were married, and all that."

"Foolish," she said, "very foolish. If he loves her, if they have it good sexually, why should he be jealous of another man? Fucking someone else makes her happy, so your father should be happy, too. Desiree will be better for it, and give your father better screwing."

"I never thought of it that way," I said. "But dad-well, he won't ever come around to that kind of idea. He's pretty stiff-necked about a lot of things, pretty uptight."

"Then he needs to be loosened up," maman said thoughtfully. "You all do. Desiree inherited my own hot blood, and your grandfather was quite a man, too. It is a wonder to me that she never found a lover before. How about little Claire? Has your sweet little sister lost her cherry yet?"

Gulping, I said, "I don't know, maman. Dad doesn't let her go on dates yet. I never thought about Claire making it; she's just a kid.

"Only a year younger than you, cher. Have you never accidentally felt her small ass, nor rubbed against her little tits?"

This time I did turn red. "Oh wow; you let it all hang out, don't you, maman? A few times, I guess-but that was because I was so hard up."

"And so hard" she smiled. "I imagine she liked it, but it's just as well you didn't take her cherry. A prick as massive as yours-well, let it say it would be better for Claire to work up to it by degrees. Possibly she is already doing it. But no matter now; back to my own daughter-tell me, Johnny, did she force the divorce?"

Shaking my head, I said, "No, that was dad's idea, because she wouldn't give up this Lucien Labas dude. I heard them arguing, and she said she'd be happy to keep them both, but dad blew up at that and told her to get her ass out of the house."

Maman's eyes probed mine. "And you; what did you do then?"

I swallowed. "It made me pretty uptight, I guess. I mean, thinking about mom making it with another guy, that put her in a little different light. I got a hard-on, picturing her all naked on her back, and this hairy dude climbing in between her legs with his big cock in his hand. So I-I crawled back into my bed and jacked off."

"Good for you," maman said. "It would have been good for your father, too. There is much for us to do, cher, and we'll manage it, you and I."

"What do you mean?"

Her smile was slow and sexy, those hot lights moving in her eyes. "I mean that perhaps your father needs teaching, and the others, also. The opportunity will come soon, I think."

Man, that idea really turned me on. I sat there at the table and thought of my father, a big, good-looking guy, being led along the same paths maman had opened for me. Wow; if anybody could shake his uptight ideas about sex, it would be maman.

And my cute little kid sister; how would maman go about it with her? If Claire was still a cherry, and I didn't much doubt that she was, maman said a big cock like mine wouldn't be too good for her at first. That only left daddy, and my blood raced at the picture. I could imagine Claire, very slim and small, with all her clothes off, and lying on a bed trembling, while dad got naked, too. Maybe he would have to use some kind of oil to make her unused little pussy slippery before he'd be able to get his cock into those virgin cunt lips.

My own cock jumped up tall and thick, and I put my hand on it. We were still wearing our robes, maman and me, and mine turned into a tent, with the pole sticking straight up in the middle.

"Never hide that beautiful erection," my grandmother said softly. "It's much too fabulous to be hidden. Once your mother is past the mental block she may have about fucking her own son, I'm certain she will agree with me. Desiree may even be a little jealous that I have known it before her."

"You're so beautiful," I said, "and you understand so much. I'll always love you, maman."

She got up from the table, glanced at the dishes, and shrugged them away. "Of course, darling; and I shall always adore my young, horny lover. The living room this time, Johnny; there is no special place for fucking; all locales are good."

I followed her into the living room, my eyes on the way her trim ass swung saucily from side to side, with little fluid up and down movements that called attention to the shapings of her cheeks. Staring at the dusky cleft of her ass, I trembled to think that I had been there, that my balls had rested against her hole while the full length of my prick was buried to the root inside her clinging, velvet pussy. It was almost as good thinking about it as doing it.

She kept her back to me when she stopped by the arm of the couch, and I watched the filmy robe drift down her back. Maman had on those high platform shoes that made her great legs look even better. She has the loveliest ass, and I stared at it as she bent over the couch arm and the cheeks kind of spread themselves out.

"Not in the small hole," she said. "You are hung altogether too massively for that, cherie, although I would dearly like to feel you up me there. But this is a different approach for you, one that I think you will enjoy very much."

I dropped my own robe and moved toward her, entranced by the look of her slim, shapely body with its ass poked up toward me. She was making herself completely passive for me, her thighs apart and her tits hanging down, her elbows on the sofa cushion. Stepping up close, I ran my hands wonderingly over her back and hips, softly caressing the globes of her ass and feeling down over her lush thighs. Gently, I felt between them, fondling the luxurious silver hair of her warm pussy, touching my fingertips to the marvelously soft lips, knowing their sultry dampness.

Then I took my cock in one hand, squeezing down upon its veined hardness and making the purplish head expand even more. There was a little drop of liquid seeping from the slit, and I rubbed it on the base of maman's spine.

She shuddered and rolled her ass. So I worked the end of my prick up and down the crack of her ass, really digging the kind of evil sensation it gave me, and I couldn't help wondering how it would be to feed my meat up into that tight little hole. But maman said my shaft was far too big for that, and I'd sure as hell be satisfied with getting it into that exquisite, hot cunt, instead.

"Gently, Johnny," she said as I touched the point to her silken pussy hairs. "Slow and easy, my darling."

I eased it against the slidy, hot lips, and felt the tip of it penetrate a little as my grandmother wiggled her ass to help me set it right. Her labia stretched willingly to let the expanded head work itself between them, and I quivered as I knew the juicy hotness of her snatch close around me.

Tenderly, I fed an inch or two up into her, looking down to watch how her pussy lips were hanging to my shaft, and seeing the hairy spread of them.

More of the meat slid up into that tightly grasping snatch, and I heard maman groan with pleasure as she felt my hard cock reaching farther and deeper into her flexing cunt. Her vagina was like soapy velvet, its walls trembling around my penetrating cock, and with one final surge, it was all the way inside her. My balls swung down to dangle between her spread thighs, to nestle against the padded arm of the couch.

I took a grip on her waist, sometimes moving my hands down to cup her ass cheeks, sometimes placing my thumb in the crack to open them wider, and I started to stroke, to thrust back and forth in that undulating pussy, so boiling hot, so voluptuously soft.

"Ahh," she moaned, "ahh, that's the way, darling. You no longer have to be gentle-give it to me, Johnny; give it all to me. Force that wonderful, young prick into my pussy, fuck me hard, cher-fuck me very hard and savagely."

I did as she told me, drawing my prick back until only the flanged head was held jealously by the suctioning lips of her torrid pussy, then driving it home with a solid, twisting motion. Maman grunted as I did that, and rolled her ass sensuously, hiked it up to me for another stroke, and another.

Her small fists beat upon the couch cushions, and she was hissing between clenched teeth. For a second I thought I might be hurting her, but she told me to go on, harder, deeper.

The brutal action got to me, made me feel somehow like a primitive man, or like some big stud animal. She was my soft and helpless bitch, and I could fuck her any way I wanted, pound her cunt and slam it. I did just that, hammering my stiff prick far up into her vagina, pulling it back for another battering ram stroke, grinding it savagely into that blazing cunt that I loved so damned much.

Jamming it in there, I felt every slippery inch of her vaginal walls, and when J thrust it to the hilt, I knew the hairy knot of her asshole against my pelvis. Man, oh man-I was really laying that hard meat up her body, seesawing it mean and dirty into maman's deliciously twisting pussy, and it was nothing but great.

Pumping it steadily, I leaned over and snugged my belly to her ass cheeks, my chest to her back, and brought my hands around to take a grip on each of her pendulum tits. She bucked up to my strokes, moaning and gasping as her ass went crazy, as her flaming pussy gulped and chewed at my driving cockhead.

"Maman, maman!" I panted. "Oh, you sweet, hot-assed bitch-oh, I'm coming, darling-I'm pumping my come away up inside your precious cunt!"

"Give it to me, baby!" she cried out. "Let it go in my pussy, darling-ohh-ahh! I'm coming, too-coming-COMING!"

The head of my prick spread itself, vibrated, and suddenly geysered a stream of boiling come into my grandmother's hungry cunt. The stuff was creamy and rich, bubbling around my embedded cock as it bathed the quivering walls of her vagina and showered over the cup of her cervix. Spurt after hot spurt of the heavy semen jetted into maman's twitching pussy, and I gasped on top of her writhing body, feeling the cheeks of her ass grinding and humping as she took it all.

I don't know how long I lay there with my pulsing shaft buried deep within that fabulous cunt, but I kind of came to myself and thought that my weight must be mashing her, so I came back up and eased my prick from the slippery clenching of her pussy lips. A sticky little stream of juice followed it, sliding down the inside of maman's thigh.

Sighing, she climbed off the couch arm, straightening up and rubbing at her back. Over one shoulder, she said to me, "Johnny, that was one fine screwing you gave your grandmother."

"That we gave each other," I corrected. "It's as much fun giving as taking, and I never knew I could bang it in that way. Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

Maman came close and pressed the cones of her tits into my chest. I could barely feel the kiss of her damp pubic hairs against my belly, where my cock was beginning to sag in the middle. "You hurt me nicely, sweet boy, as I wished to be hurt. Sometimes women desire great tenderness, but other times, they wished to be treated roughly, to be mauled. The trick is to tell which, so always let the woman take the lead. If she bangs her pussy into you, bang it back; if she's taking it slow and easy, stroke her gently. Women are not truly mysterious, cher; they are simply women."

Naked, she walked to the little bar in one corner of the room. Her ass wiggled enticingly, and I admired the graceful curve of her back, the eye-catching swing of those long, slim legs. I found myself thinking what she'd said about mom, and for a long second there, I was staring at my mother's bare ass, at my mother's shapely legs. And I wondered how her Cajun stud fed the meat to her, hard and strong, or slow and easy. Could maman be right about her, as she was about so many other things? Would my mother spread her legs for me, let me get my stiff cock into that forbidden pussy where my father's shaft had worked so many times?

Turning, my grandmother brought me a glass of wine and touched her glass to it. "To more and better fucking," she toasted, "and to making our entire family see that great truth."