Tommy was fresh scrubbed from the shower at the gym when he came in.
"Well, how was the game, honey?" Rita asked.
"They beat us," he said, "but we made 'em fight for it."
"That's the spirit. Feeling tired?"
He started to nod. Then he smiled.
"All depends. Long as it isn't basketball…"
"Remember the fireplace in my bedroom?"
He nodded.
"Why don't you get a nice fire started?"
He smiled and said, "You got it, Mom."
Firelight soon flickered across the room, aiding the lone small table lamp. When Rita sauntered in, the ridiculous blue bedroom slippers with high heels made her hips roll like a schoolgirl's. She joined Tommy, sitting on the deep-pile carpet in front of the flame.
"You're a first-class fire builder," she said.
"Nothing's too good for my mom," he said, lying back.
"Sometimes I wonder if your old mom's still got what it takes."
"I never had any doubt."
"Tommy, you're not giving me a line of bullshit, are you?" she asked, lying back beside him.
"I couldn't lie to you, Mom."
"Well, examine the merchandise one more time and tell me I'm still all right."
He got up on his knees and untied the sash on her dressing gown. Heat from the fire warmed her naked skin as he peeled the robe away. She felt as if she were back in Jack's arms, in an age long ago, determined to be pleasing to the man she loved.
With her gown drawn open, Tommy put an arm under her shoulders and worked the garment down off her arms. He let her down to the rug and then lifted her ass with one strong arm and pulled the robe aside. He stood up, quickly stripped off his pajamas, and then rejoined her on the rug.
His hands were warmer than the heat from the fireplace on her tits as he squeezed them, firmly but not so hard it hurt. He put his lips against hers and kissed her. There was gentleness in his touch but the strength that Mitzi lacked.
His lips moved down on her neck to her tits, where he kissed each nipple, turning them hard, then down across the swell of her belly to her pussy-mound. He nibbled at her short cunt-hair, then looked at her cunt closely.
"I thought blonde genes were supposed to be dominant," he said.
"Well, I guess so… in a statistical sense. Why?"
"You're a real blonde… either that or you've been using the two-bottle peroxide kit. No, your eyes are so blue, you've gotta be a blonde. Dad's hair was dark brown. So's mine. Is that what you meant by statistics? Odds are for it, but no guarantees?"
"I think so," she said. "Satisfied I'm a real blonde?"
"Yeah, with your pink skin and blue eyes, you're a blonde, all right." He patted her pussy, looking at her lovely body.
"I try to flex my body, and it just doesn't work like it did once."
He patted the soft flesh of her hip. "You're a half-pint, but lots of young girls would like to look like you. What doesn't flex?"
"My hips. When I was a teenager and I used to… well, never mind what I did then. I used to be able to bend my legs like pretzels."
"Well, let's see," he said, grasping one stockinged thigh just above her knee.
He brought her thigh straight up and then bent it out to the side. It went down easily until the knee was a foot above the rug, then down another six inches… and stopped. Holding that leg in place, he did the same with the other.
"I'd say that isn't bad, Mom," he said. "You sure look nice with your cunt spread like that."
"I used to be able to bring my legs straight out and down flat… and even farther than that. You'd like my cunt spread out that way."
"Does it hurt, the way I'm holding your legs out now?"
"No, it's just tight in my hips."
"Like for me to see if I can loosen you up a little?"
"I'd love it."
After a time, he had her thighs straight out and down flat on the rug. He took his hands away, and her legs stayed down.
"How's that, Mom?"
"That's nice of you, Tommy," she said. "Like to take it a little farther?"
"Okay, but I'm afraid I'll break you apart."
"Promise I'll shout if it starts hurting."
Tommy grabbed three pillows from the bed. After stacking them, he slipped a hand under her ass, raising her, and put the stack of pillows under her. Balanced on the soft support, her thighs remained straight out and about a foot above the rug.
As before, he held one leg and worked the other around and around, all the time pressing the thigh down. When both knees were within a couple of inches of the rug, her hips started hurting. She kept silent, taking care to not gasp in pain, while he worked her legs still lower.
Finally, both knees touched the rug. When he stopped forcing her farther open, the pain went away. With her back arched and her shoulders down on the rug, the swell of her belly hid her spread-open cunt from her view.
"Honey, can you tip the mirror? I want to see myself, right into my cunt."
When he'd tipped the big mirror, she could see right into her cunt. The outer cunt-lips were spread wide, and the pink fuck-hole was barely open.
"That's great, honey. Now pull the pillows out."
When he'd pulled the stack of pillows aside, she was left with her back arched, her cunt held high, and her weight balanced on her shoulders and on the sides of her outward-splayed knees. She let her ass down to the rug, and her fuck-hole closed. Then she pressed the sides of her knees down and levered her ass up, bringing her cunt high, spreading the cunt-lips wide. She let her ass back down. Then she tensed and, like a wave, made her body ripple out and up, through her neck, through her back, through her belly, through her hips, undulating her body. After holding her spread pussy high for a moment, she let her body sink back to the rug.
"Mom, what did you do when you were a teenager?" Tommy asked.
"Well, there were six of us girls in our group. At the end of each football game, our group had a contest to see which one of us could brace her knees straight out like this and hold her cunt up the highest. The winner got to date the football captain. I usually won."
"Mom!"
"Now I'm not a kid any longer," she said.
He ran his hands over the inner surfaces of her thighs, just above the tops of her stockings. "You sure don't look very old. Your skin is so soft and smooth."
"I'm glad you think so. Do you like my garters?"
He put his fingers inside one of the little black lacy garters that encircled her thighs, over the tops of her stockings, and said, "They look real cute on you. Aren't they a little uncomfortable, though? They're kind of tight."
"A little," she said. "Why don't you take them off? I guess my stockings will stay up by themselves, as long as I'm lying down like this."
It was a relief when he unsnapped the cute strips of elastic and tossed them aside. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cunt-gash.
Lying with her thighs straight out and down flat on the rug, she rocked her ass up and down against his movements, slipping the pussy-flesh through his fingers, making a glow of warmth travel up and down for the length of her cunt-slot.
Her breathing turned jerky. "Your hands are nice in there, Tommy, but try to get your fingers clear inside my cunt."
She held her ass down while his fingers probed a little deeper.
"Having trouble, honey?" she asked.
"You have a cunt like a little girl's."
"How would you know?"
"I've got one hell of an imagination."
"Maybe I can help you. I'll spread myself all the way." She pressed down hard with the sides of her knees, and her ass heaved high. It hurt a little in her hip joints, but she held her cunt high and spread for him. "Any better?"
"Lots better," he said. "I can even see your little clit. Let's see if I can get your inner pussy-lips turned out and hang onto them."
Little jabs of tingling heat shot through her pussy while he struggled with her inner cunt-flesh. It gave the sensation of being turned inside out while he bent the cunt-lips toward the outside, but it didn't cause any pain.
"I've got your inner pussy-lips turned out in my hands," he said.
"Can you stretch my cunt so my clit's outside?"
"No way, Mom. Like I said, you've got a little girl's cunt. Let your ass back down, and I'll get you warmed up."
His fingers were gentle on her inner cunt-lips as he rubbed them, making a nice warm glow move up and down along her pussy-slot. While he kept rubbing her cunt, she lay back and examined herself in the big mirror he had tipped down for her. With her legs spread straight out, her cunt-mound swelled up high.
As though obeying a will of its own, her ass started rolling up, working her cunt-lips through his fingers, adding to the tingling glow.
Then he stopped rubbing and looked at her cunt as though seeing inside her. Her breath came in short gasps when he bent down close to her pussy. He stretched her cunt-slot wider as he brought his mouth down.
He kissed the lips of her pussy. Then, holding the pussy-lips open, he slowly pushed his hot tongue down into her cunt-hole. The muscles in her pussy pinched shut, but his tongue was persistent. Slowly he forced it inside.
Her clit burned with a flash when his nose touched the nub, and her hips jerked up against his face.
Then he took his mouth from her cunt and looked up.
"How about it, Mom? Warmed up enough now?"
She tried to talk, but her breath kept coming in gasps. After a moment, she calmed somewhat.
"I'm hot as a fox. Give it to me!"
His hands left her cunt, and he brought his knees closer. Grasping her hips, he lifted her with her legs spread around him.
The outer lips of her cunt were open, but as he raised her hips up, she let her knees rest down on the rug, and it spread her cunt still wider. The hot flesh of his cock-head pushed her pussy-lips open and nudged in.
As he drew her up harder against his cock, her inner fuck-hole opened and his cock-head started inside. He shifted his hands under her ass and held her up against his cock.
Rita let her arms rest limply over her head and let her mouth go slack and let her head loll from side to side as he shifted his hands on her ass. It was a nice feeling to be so helpless in his arms, to let him do whatever he wanted to her little body as he drew her cunt up onto his cock.
Pain stabbed through her cunt and she gasped and tensed. He stopped drawing her up and just held her in place. In a moment, the pain faded and she again went limp. He resumed drawing her up, drawing her little cunt up on his cock.
Then her son's big cock-head was deep inside her. There was no pain.
While he held her hips, she brought her outward-splayed knees down on the rug and pushed. Her ass bobbed a little and she held herself up on his cock while he shifted his knees out behind himself.
Now in position, he lowered his hips and she sank down under him until her ass touched the rug.
Then he slowly thrust his prick in her, bringing a nice tingling wave of heat through her pussy. She pressed her knees down and swung her ass up, lifting her cunt up toward him, slipping her stretched pussy up his cock-shaft, until his groin-hair touched her cunt-mound. As he drew back, she swung her ass back down and slipped her cunt down his cock-shaft.
No sooner had her ass touched the bed than the bulge of his cock-head tugged at her pussy-lips, and then he fucked into her again. As she rose to meet him, he fucked in harder, and his cock-head drove deep, bringing its wave of heat.
Rita lay under him with arms limp, mouth relaxed and lips parted, head lolling from side to side, writhing under his hard-driving prick, letting a whine be drawn from her throat each time his cock-head drew back to the lips of her cunt.
She knew the joy of watching his sweating face come near and draw back, come near and draw back, and the rhythmic wave action of her own body as it undulated up to meet him, then flowed back to the rug, rose up to meet him, flowed back to the rug. She knew the joy of pushing her stretched cunt up the shaft of his cock, to shove her little pussy-mound against his hairy groin, then to fall away from him, to drift back through space while her pussy slipped back on his cock-shaft, to let her ass down to the rug and wait for the next wave to lift her back up.
Without missing a fuck-stroke, he slipped his arms under her back and drew her up close. She lolled her head back, limp in his arms, limp everywhere but in her legs and in her knees. With each drive of his cock, she pushed the sides of her knees down on the rug and heaved her ass up to lift her cunt to him.
Now Tommy fucked her faster and broke into her dream. Conscious once more, she matched his driving pace with the whipping action of her hips. Her whine changed to a choking whimper that broke off each time their bodies met.
His strokes slowed and he lifted his head and clenched his teeth while he pounded his prick into her, harder but slower. She matched the force of his fuck-strokes and whipped her cunt up at him harder.
Then his fuck-strokes slowed and he poised and drove in hard and stayed against her. His cum spurted hotly in her cunt while he quivered against her. The hot jism pumped again and again.
When the cum stopped spurting, he slowly lowered them together to the rug. She was breathing fast and her heart hammered, making her hard-pointed tits shake.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "I came too fast."
"Don't… don't worry, honey," she said, panting. "We have… all night to… get me off."
He got up, pulling his limp cock out of her, closed her legs, and lay beside her. They looked at each other while she waited for her breathing to slow.
After a time, he said, "There can't be one mom in a thousand that can spread her legs the way you did."
"It's all from the way you way you worked me over. That's how I was twenty-five years ago. Ready for some more?"
He looked down. "I'm ready, but it isn't."
His cock was still limp.
Rita said, "I'll make it ready."
She got up on her knees, straddled his shoulders, and bent to his groin. His cock was small when she held it at the base with one hand and put her mouth down over the cock-head. She ran the small tip of her tongue inside the piss-slit and worked it around and around.
Gently, she started to suck… suck and let go, suck and let go. Whenever she sucked at the cock-head, it slid into her mouth. When she let go, it slipped back. She gradually sucked harder. The head of his prick swelled in her mouth, but the prick-shaft in her hand was still limp.
She started working her mouth down on the cock-shaft, up and down, giving a hard suck when her lips came back up on the cock-head. When her mouth slid down to his groin, the tip of his prick just touched her throat.
The sucking made his cock start to stiffen. With each lip-stroke, it grew and turned harder. Each time she drew back, she ran the tip of her tongue down into the piss-slit. His cock got even stiffer.
Her mouth worked down harder and harder, down onto the base of his cock, her lips pressing into the hair on his groin. With each stroke, the prick-head pushed into the back of her throat.
She worked her mouth down farther, still sucking hard each time her lips came up on the cock-head. Whenever her tongue thrust in his piss-slit at the top of her strokes, she breathed with a gasp.
Her mouth finally came all the way down in his groin-hair. His cock fit close in her throat close like a cunt. His cock turned swollen and stiff, stiff enough to ram through her pussy. She drew her lips up until they tugged at the cock-head, then twisted her head to one side, then to the other, and pulled her lips off his prick.
"That should be hard enough," she said. "Ready to fuck me?"
"I'm ready," he said. "How would you like to have it?"
"Doggy-style."
Tommy slid back from between her legs. Leaving her on her hands and knees, he put a pillow under her head and pushed her down with his hand on her shoulders. She put her head down on the pillow so she could look back beneath herself, her ass still up in the air, his hands now squeezing her tits.
His cock was rock hard now as it pushed from beneath her, up through her inner cunt-lips and nudged against her quivering fuck-hole. She let her belly down and rolled her ass up to guide the shaft into her.
The warm head of his cock stopped against her inner fuck-slit, and he reached in with a finger and parted the tender flesh. His cock-head pushed and spread her inner fuck-hole until it hurt and she tensed. Without a word, her son stopped pushing while she waited for the pain to pass. When the pain left, she relaxed and he pushed again.
He slowly fucked into her.
"Oh!" she said with a gasp when his cock-head touched deep in her cunt.
The hot cock-lance slid back and poised for another thrust. When it came, it was harder.
"Ohhhh!"
A whimper escaped from her mouth while his cock slid back and paused. He fucked back in hard.
"Ohhh! Oh Tommy, you're wonderful!" she said, her voice tremulous. "Oooh! Oh honey, give it to me!"
Nonsense phrases of endearment came from her throat while his hard cock rammed deep in her cunt… again and again… relentlessly.
"Ooooh! Give it to me faster!"
He fucked into her cunt faster and faster, harder with each cock-stroke. The aching warmth spread through her cunt and then burned continuously as he fucked her faster yet. With the end coming, she tensed her every muscle and took his fuck-thrusts.
He rammed into her pussy harder, still faster, still harder. She tensed.
"Oooohhh!"
Her cunt-juice burst loose just as he shuddered against her.
Hot spurts of his cum burned deep in her cunt. He squeezed her tits while he quivered against her.
When all movement ceased, he let her down to the rug, and his cummy cock slipped out of her slimy cunt. He took her by the hips and rolled her over on her back. She drew her legs up and spread them wide, while he reached for her cunt.
His fingers were warm and gentle as he massaged her cunt-lips, rubbing the slippery flesh. Her hips rocked in tired motions, keeping in step with the hands that did such nice things inside her well-fucked little pussy.
After a time, her hips stopped rocking. His hands stopped as well and he grasped her thighs and closed her stockinged legs. He lay beside her and kissed her.
All her strength left her, and her stomach felt empty. With an effort, she rolled up on her side and pushed her belly against him. He rolled against her as well and held her in his arms. She nestled her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes and dreamed while her tits softened against his chest.
When she opened her eyes some time later, he was looking at her, smiling.
"You're some kind of mom," he said.
"I'm here to take care of all your needs."
"What if I have some additional needs?"
"I know a few more little tricks. I can take care of them all."
"I'll bet you can. You may be little, but you're dynamite. You ready?"
"Hey now! Give me a few minutes to get my legs back."
"Okay," he said. "I need to get more than my legs back."