Marie woke up before her son the following morning. As soon as the fog of sleep cleared from her brain, even before she opened her eyes for the first time, she was conscious of his warm presence beside her. The sensation of being in bed with another person at first reminded her of her husband, then of – Paul she had never spent the night with him, however – and only thirdly of her son. When she moved, she immediately became aware of the strenuous experience she had had the night before the all-out fucking session had stimulated muscles she seldom used in her screws with Paul, and her son's big, stiff cock had left her pussy raw and aching.
They had gone to sleep locked together, just as they had been when he had flooded her cunt with hot, thick cream that last time; his prick had slipped out of her cunt during the night and had allowed the sperm to seep out onto her flesh. When she moved, Marie felt a glowing warmth begin spreading outward from the lips of her pussy. Reaching down to test the slit, she found that it was still wet and slippery. Drawing her finger through the hot, throbbing lips, she bathed her finger in the liquid warmth she found there; the touch had em exquisitely pleasing effect and left her trembling with eagerness. She removed the finger and tasted it – the flavor was a heady, brain-twisting mixture of her own ripe cunt oils and her son's fresh, salty jizz.
Finally, Marie eased herself around until she was looking at her son. He lay on his back, sleeping peacefully; she could see the outline of his cock under the thin covering sheet. The tool looked as big as it had ever been the night before, even when it was thrust into her cunt to the hilt and was spurting out those incredibly sweet jets of hot sperm.
Marie eased the sheet off her son's body, consciously willing him to remain asleep, and held her breath. Gradually she uncovered the meaty treasure which had caught her eye. She twisted about on the bed, moving very slowly so as not to disturb the boy, and brought her face closer to his cock. The tool had skinned itself back in becoming hard and she could see that it was indeed a prime fucking implement. A crust of dried cum ringed the big, flaring head; she could see the gray scales of left-over sperm and at once recognized them for what they were. Holding her hair back, so that it would not drag on his body, she bent farther over him and whaled softly.
That same violently exciting aroma of leftover sexuality greeted her nostrils. The view of his cock, so big and hard, so eminently fuckable even at that moment, made her heart leap with a primitive joy. She ran her eyes over the long, thick rod and took in every detail. She loved the way his big balls distended the bag in which they rode; he looked as though he were loaded with cum and she quivered expectantly when she cast her mind back to the night before and remembered the violent way he had shot his load into her mouth. The memory of his jism, heated almost to the boiling point and sharp with lusty flavors, made her clitoris hum with new sexual energy.
Inevitably she brought her lips closer to the intoxicatingly beautiful tool, and then closed upon it with her lips. At first she kissed his cockhead softly and tenderly, barely touching her lips to the big rod, but her tongue soon nicked out to taste his meat. His cock tasted almost exactly like her finger after she had nun it through the lips of her pussy, and she found that she could no more resist the enchanting flavor than she could have stopped her pussy from throbbing so powerfully. Within seconds she was sucking his prick furiously, plunging her mouth far down the thick shaft and crushing the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth. She shivered with obscene delight when she felt that big, bulbous tip spear into the back of her throat; at that moment she wanted to be in total sexual possession of him. Had he had more cocks she would gladly have stuffed them into her cunt, her ass, her hands, between her tits, anywhere a prick might find a warm, snug resting place.
"Uh… hey!" the boy grunted, coming awake with sudden surprise. "Mom! Jeez, you're making me want to come already!"
Marie looked up at him and smiled with her eyes, never removing her mouth from his prick. She gave him an encouraging look, telling him that everything was all right and that she wanted to serve him in this way. He sank back onto the bed and relaxed somewhat, lifting his hips upward at the same time and plunging his cock deeper into Marie's waiting mouth. She moved from directly over him to a position above him, resting her cheek on his belly; when he drove his hips upward again, his prick speared in and out of her mouth. Marie realized that this was almost exactly the way it would be if she were kneeling above him and holding her body still while he fucked in and out of her cunt. That thought made her flesh tingle even more, and she consciously made her mouth into a cunt. She captured the head of his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, holding it as tightly as possible, and he showed his appreciation of the change by fucking harder than ever. He reached down to hold her head immobile and soon was plunging his massive cock in and out of her mouth with a hard, driving intensity that told her he did not have long to go before he would again be flooding her mouth with his sperm.
Quite a change from Paul Ryan, Marie thought, her heart beating more eagerly every second. There were times when Paul's cock seemed to have no feeling in it at all, and he could thrust away at her cunt forever without having any effect. More than once he had lost his hard-on while fucking her. Young Mike's prick seemed to be made of steel, and she wondered if it would ever go down. The thought of taking a day off and fucking him into a state of limpness had a certain basic appeal to her, and she promised herself that she would try to carry it off at the earliest opportunity.
Meanwhile there was still the matter of the big prick now spearing in and out of her hot mouth. She could feel the muscles in his belly knotting tighter, drawn into quivering bands by the sexual tension she was helping create within him, and for a moment she regretted that his cock was not in her cunt. The moment of regret quickly passed, and she knew that she would have ample opportunity later to sample that tool, to feel it being thrust deep into her slit and prying the walls of her cunt apart.
"Unngghh!" he groaned, stiffening his body and lurching upward with a frantic urgency. "Ooohh, get it on, get it on and suck me off! I'm coming!"
Marie sucked harder than ever. Her fist circled his cock and she began masturbating him furiously, knowing that her hand's plunging strokes would help him attain an even more violent climax. When the first steaming jet of sperm burst into her mouth, flooding her taste buds with raw, undiluted male sexuality, she felt an answering response from her own pussy. She clasped her thighs together tightly, squeezing the lips of her twat together with her legs, and bobbed her hips back and forth. Though her own climax was nowhere near the kind of all-pervading total feeling of sexual delight she had known the night before when he had shoved his rigid tool so deep into her cunt, it was still a climax, and she groaned with utter delight as she felt her come mounting higher. She continued sucking her son's cock and jacking him off; the hot, salty sperm flooded out stronger than ever. She sucked his prick until the tool ceased its pulsating spasms and then finished him off by capturing the head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. Steve had taught her how to give him that final caress, that last fillip of sexual pleasure, and she watched her son's prick closely as she squeezed the big, ripe head between her fingers. Sure enough, another droplet of his cum oozed from the slit in the pricktip. She squeezed it out onto the ball of her thumb and then transferred it to her tongue, delighting in the last taste of sperm.
Mike could hardly believe that she had actually sucked him off and had done so without making any effort at getting similar treatment in turn. She laughed at that and assured him that the pleasure of feeling his dick explode in her mouth had been a sufficient reward in itself, though she went on to admit that she had also had a small orgasm at the time his prick had been shooting. He expressed his surprise upon hearing that; she replied that she had always been able to achieve a climax when sucking a man off. When Mike expressed an interest in knowing how this was done, Marie gave him a short lesson in female sexuality.
She rolled onto her back, positioning her crotch close to his face, and spread her thighs wide apart. He showed a very real interest in examining her pussy, and she proudly displayed the hot-lipped slit to him. She pointed out the clitoris' hiding place and told him about its especially critical role in helping a woman achieve a full measure of sexual pleasure. She also indicated other important areas. Mike listened carefully, and appeared to take it all to heart.
Naturally the lesson had an entirely predictable effect upon the strong, virile boy – his first orgasm had only whetted his appetite, it seemed – and soon he was fingering her pussy eagerly. Marie lay back for a moment, working her box against his finger, and discovered that her son had a real talent for exciting a woman. His touch was light, as she had suggested, and affected her powerfully. For a moment she hoped that he would eat her cunt before starting to fuck it, but then she remembered her date in the motel room with Ryan, and at once the desire vanished. Her pussy would still have a residue of his sperm on it, and she had no desire to have her son's lips touching that man's cum!
My God, she thought as she pressed down with her hips, forcing her pussy against his fingers with more pressure, I'm actually lying here and thinking about having my own son eat my pussy! Is there nothing I won't think about?
Mike had other aspects of lovemaking on his mind, however. She was only too aware of his throbbing boner, which lay stretched across his belly like a bar of steel fresh from the furnace; the big, thick rod almost glowed with animal warmth and seemed to cast off a powerful sexual radiation. She could feel its strongly sexual impulses flowing into her nipples, it seemed, and from there spreading over her body with irresistible force.
"I think you're working us both up for a fuck!" she whispered. "At least, that's what you're doing to me. I hope it's working that way for you, too!"
Mike admitted that this was exactly what was on his mind, and Marie had no doubt whatever that he would soon have that magnificently swollen cock deep in her cunt; the only question was how this was to be done. She remembered the night before and how she had mounted him. Remembering this, she pulled him onto her body with impetuous hands and reached down to guide his rigid prick between the lips of her pussy. She sighed gently as she rubbed the huge, distended cockhead up and down her fragrant, moist furrow, so hot with lusty fervor; the mere feel of his cock against her pussy was almost enough in itself to bring her oft she knew.
Mike muttered an indistinct phrase, which she took to mean am expression of urgency, and she obediently stuffed the prick down into the mouth of her cunt. At the same time she threw her legs around him and locked her heels together at the small of his back; he rode into her with a sharp lunge that sent a third of his stiff cock spearing deep into the heart of her cunt. She cried out sharply upon feeling so much of the lust swollen tool plunge inward; the size of his cock seemed much greater now, and she threw her cunt up to him in a motion of total surrender. Cries of lusty joy ebbed from her lips, forced into life by the tremendously passionate forces at work within her fully aroused body; she rubbed her boobs into his broad chest and thrived as her nipples scraped against him, sending shudders of ecstatic delight over her flesh.
They fucked each other with a mounting fervor that quickly led to long, loud cries of agonized joy as both of them gave voice to the emotions raging through their lust-tom bodies. Mike began coming when he drove his stiff cock into his mother's cunt for the third time; she felt the big tool squirt out another jet of scalding sperm as it nosed into the deepest part of her cunt. The sensation set off an answering explosion within her own loins, and she began fucking with more intensity than ever. Her animated gyrations naturally heightened the boy's climax and, as he emptied his balls into her womb with loud cries of joy, she felt her cunt turn into a pulsing, fiery mass of anguished flesh. Heaving and shuddering with every movement of their bodies, she fucked her way to a long and exhausting climax, one that persisted until long after Mike's big balls had ceased to spit out that intoxicatingly delicious cream.
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "I'd forgotten what it was to fuck like that! Mmmm, you made me come over and over again. I thought I'd never stop!"
"Better than old Ryan?" he asked in a gentle, chiding tone.
"Oh, you know about him, eh? God, I've hated myself sometimes for giving in to him," she muttered, worried about his reaction. "But then… well, I just couldn't see anything else but to go ahead."
He assured her that she would never have to turn to Ryan again for her quota of sex, a promise which affected her in an odd way. On the one hand, she readily admitted that Mike was far superior to Ryan as a lover; the boy's sexual vigor and readiness to learn were assets which Ryan could never have. Still, he was her son, and Marie was not so broadminded that she could accept incest with no qualms whatever. It would take a supreme effort of her will, she knew, to turn her back upon so satisfying a lover as Mike, and she could see that she might well have to learn to live with the fact of incest.
They disengaged themselves after a while, and Marie went to fix their breakfast. After putting the breakfast dishes away they looked at each other silently, read the agreement in each other's eyes and returned to her bedroom. They spent most of that day sprawled on her bed, and at the end of the day she still had not marked a single exam paper. She had, however, administered a thorough-going sex test to her son, and had found him passing in every respect.
Their sex continued to blossom, and for the next week they thought of little else but their need for each other. Mike showed no qualms whatever about fucking his mother, and proved to be quite as proficient with his tongue as with his cock. They sucked each other in a variety of positions, often timing their climaxes so that they erupted at the same time; Marie especially loved to feel her cunt turning upside down and squeezing itself empty of every emotion at the same time that her mouth was being filled to overflowing with her partner's hot, sticky jism.
By fucking and sucking each other at every opportunity, they quickly cemented a new and far deeper relationship than they had had before. Thus Marie was especially put out when Paul Ryan called her at school on Friday, a week after the night when she had sucked and fucked her son for the first time, and insisted that she go out with him that evening. She tried to stall him off, but he refused to accept any of her evasions. She dared not refuse him point-blank; legend in the teachers' lounge had it that the few teachers who had declined his invitations had been teaching elsewhere the following year. Marie felt very secure in her home and had no desire whatever to find a new teaching job. She finally reluctantly accepted his repeatedly pressed invitation and agreed to meet him at seven that night.
Mike exploded with rage when she told him of her capitulation to Ryan. He fumed mightily when she tried to explain her giving in; she could tell that his outburst was aimed mostly at the lecherous Ryan, though inevitably some of his fury washed back upon her, too. Marie tried to point out to him the delicacy of her position, but that only made his anger hotter. The quarrel ended with him angrily stamping out of the house. Marie's heart sank as she watched the boy flee; she could not blame him for being angry, even at herself, since she felt a deep sense of disgust with herself as well as with Ryan. She wearily stacked the dinner dishes and went off to her bedroom to prepare herself for the evening ahead.