"You liked it, didn't you?" Jack asked, lifting his handsome, wet face from his wife's soaked cunt.
"Well… kinda," Mary admitted in a low, shaky voice. It was only the third time he'd tongued her. "But it isn't nice."
"Come on, it felt nice to you and it felt nice to me. And you taste good – honest. Look, it even got me hard again." And he switched on the bedside lamp to show her the tall peak in the sheet over his crotch.
"Ohhhh, Jack!" Mary wailed, covering herself with her hands. "Turn out the light!"
"Awww, shit!" Jack grumped disgustedly. He flicked the switch and cupped her bare, sopping cunt. "So what ain't nice about lickin' this sweet thing – huh?"
"I-I don't know," Mary admitted, "but it just feels so, so awful to let you put your lips there where – you know – all the juice is. Where I pee from."
"Oh, hell," Jack sighed. "If I don't mind, and it doesn't hurt you, there's no reason to stop. And everybody does it." He stroked from the wet hair down to her hot inner thighs. "Let me lick it some more, huh?"
"Oh, Jack," Mary whined, turning so one heavy tit plopped on the sheet. "You did it once tonight already. Let's go to sleep, ok?"
Jack sighed again. His wife was really stacked, and she'd actually been a virgin when he'd married her three months ago, but sometimes she was a real pain in the ass. She still wouldn't blow him, let alone kiss his cock, and she'd acted like he was some kind of perverted animal when he tried fingering her asshole while they were fucking.
And now that he'd lost his job and they were living with his mother and brother, Mary was even more inhibited. "They'll hear us!" was her constant complaint whenever the bedsprings squeaked or he groaned a bit too loudly.
But Mary was right. Kim, Jack's widowed mother was at that moment lying rigid in her bed, her face hot with shame and excitement. Every intimate detail of her son's sexual activities had seeped through the thin wall separating their bedrooms, and her body had reacted to the whispered words and slurping smacks as Jack tongued Mary's cunt.
Kim had wanted her son to wait a few more years before getting married, but there'd been no argument she could make that was strong enough to overcome his horniness. Mary wouldn't "put out" until after the wedding, and Jack did love her. And he'd had a good job.
Kim was so aroused that she conjured up an image of her husband and, suddenly, the hand working its way down her softly curved stomach was not hers, but his. The fingers teased at the soft dark curls, and her throbbing cunt was cupped and squeezed. Her long, shapely legs splayed wider than they had in years as several fingers dragged through the steaming length of her inflamed, juicing pussy.
"Ohhh," she sighed, and felt his hand grab one of her huge, rolling tits, flattening the big mound a bit.
The raw flesh of her poor pussy was writhing helplessly from the fingers stirring it, and her erect, trembling clit was cooled by the feathery touch of a breeze coming through her partly opened window. Kim's eyes closed, and she entered a dream-world where all her sexual needs were satisfied. For the first time in seven years, the widowed mother reined the stringent controls she had placed on herself.
"Ummmmm, ahhhhh!" she moaned as the tiny, raw pucker of her asshole was investigated, and her fleshy, rounded asscheeks lifted six inches off the mattress. At the same time, two twisting fingers stabbed into the heart of her puffy-lipped, pulsating cunt. Kim heard the wet, squishy sounds of their entry and quick withdrawal and felt the first faint tingle signaling an orgasm.
"Ahhh, yes-s-s-s," she hissed, rotating her hips, "fingerfuck me harder!"
The hand left her tits to reach down and pluck at her long clit. The purplish little sex and slipped between the fingers which continued attempting to trap the oily morsel. Cunt-juice ran from Kim's plundered cunt down to the asshole centered between her grinding asscheeks, and a finger pushed gently at the greased lips of her shitter.
"Uhhhh," Kim moaned as she felt her asshole puckering, opening and closing spasmodically with the onset of her cum. The finger slipped in past the rubbery, gripping ring, searching her steaming shitchute as she squealed excitedly.
"Oh, Jack! Ohhh, Jack!" she gasped, cumming. Her shoulders shook and her big, melon-like tits jiggled heavily and smacked against each other. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her arching, straining body and then she sagged, the fingers slithering wetly from their respective, throbbing sheaths.
Kim's eyes opened and a confused expression passed over her pretty face. Then her mouth opened. "My God!" she breathed, realizing whose name she'd called out. Her stomach knotted up with guilt and shame. Her own son! She'd called out her own son's name while fingerfucking and goosing herself!
The agonized, sexually frustrated mother cried herself to sleep that night. But even in her dreams she was visited by her son. When she woke up the next morning she retained the memory of a portion of those dreams, and ran to the bathroom where she sobbed her heart out after masturbating again. She resolved to talk with Nancy, her sister. She couldn't allow such perverted thoughts to continue.
Bill, Kim's son, knew why his brother had married Mary, even if Jack didn't. Mary was a younger, smaller version of their mother, with the same features, dark auburn hair, big tits and plump buns. Bill thought that his mother was the sexier of the two, but kept his thoughts to himself.
The teenager knew that his mother mail-ordered a special bra from Helga of Hollywood for her 42DD boobs, and that alone made her the front runner in the race with her daughter-in-law. But Bill really appreciated his mother's looks, too. He knew about the Rita Hayworth look-alike contest she'd won when she was twenty. True, it had only been a hometown contest, but she'd still won. And to Bill, who had seen dozens of pictures in the family album of Kim's changing face and figure, she looked better now than she ever had.
Bill, in common with most teenagers, was horny enough to fuck a hen and didn't know what to do about it. There were far too many older boys around who had cars, and too few attractive girls. Not that he would've cared about looks in the state he was in, but there wasn't even an ugly cunt for him to poke his cock into.
So Bill did a lot of fist-fucking and daydreaming. One of his favorite daydreams was of showing his really huge cock to his mother and having her drop to her knees to warship it. He knew it'd never happen, but it was the best dream he had.
He looked at Mary whenever she wore a bathing suit or a blouse that was either thin or partly unbuttoned, but she just wasn't as sexy as his mother. A lot of it had to do with her attitude, though. She just acted too prissy and nice to be sexy.
After drying her tears, Kim decided to have a nice soak in a warm tub. In her flustered, anxious state, she forgot she hadn't locked the door when she came into the bathroom.
About fifteen minutes later Bill woke up and trotted to the bathroom with a piss hard-on.
Without even looking toward the tub where Kim lay, half-asleep behind the drawn shower curtain, he pulled out his pecker and lifted the toilet seat. He stood there and admired his fat cock as a strong yellow stream hissed into the bowl.
Kim gradually opened her eyes, disturbed by the slight sound. Curious, she parted the curtains and peered out into the bathroom. Her eyes widened. Bill was just shaking off the last few drops of piss from his rose-colored cockhead, which was attached to the longest, fattest cock she'd ever seen! It was so massive it was almost frightening, and Kim found herself wondering who he could have inherited it from. Certainly not his father, for John's cock hadn't been much over six inches. This monster was at least eight or nine inches long, and thick!
My God! she thought, could a woman really take all that?
And then she saw her son hold it up while he looked down and examined it. It slowly filled out and stiffened under his gaze, and he began stroking it. Kim's mouth went dry with fear and lust, tempered by motherly concern. She'd been raised to believe it wasn't healthy to masturbate, and a bit of that superstition still lingered.
Intellectually, she knew masturbation was normal and almost necessary, but that was for other boys, not her son. Bill was… was her son! She didn't want to think about her son masturbating. Yet here he was, enormously hard, and flogging his thick prick with amazing vigor!
She must have made some slight noise, for he suddenly cast a startled look in her direction. His eyes bulged with shock, followed next by embarrassment, then fear. He turned to run, hunched over to bide as much of his softening cock as possible.
"Bill!" Kim cried, sliding under the suds and holding the curtain in front of her torso.
The embarrassed teenager stopped and tucked his cock away before turning back. His face was red and he studied the tile floor.
"Bill, you-you must never do that again. Do you understand me?"
Her son nodded. He looked so shamed and unhappy that Kim's heart went out to him.
"I-I know you'll be tempted," she said, "but try to resist. It really isn't too-too healthy to… uh, rub your penis like that."
Bill turned to leave, his head still hanging, when Kim called him back. "I don't want you to feel bad, baby," she said in a plaintive voice. "And don't ever be afraid of me. I'm not mad at you. I love you. We'll just forget this ever happened."
Bill nodded again without looking at her and left. Kim sank back into the tub and sighed heavily. That cock! The sheer size of it filled her mind. And he was just a boy! She lifted a hand from the water and looked at it. So much smaller than Bill's. She'd never manage to wrap her hand around it…
"My God!" Kim gasped aloud. What was she thinking? Wrap her hand… A great pain built up in her chest and her eyes began to burn. Soon she was sobbing and shaking her head again.
After breakfast during which Jack and Mary pretended to be happy and very much in love, and Bill studiously avoided his mother's eyes, Kim walked across the street to her sister's.
Nancy was two years younger than Kim, and divorced. She also had a son Bill's age, Dan. For some reason, Kim was always the one asking advice, even though she was the older sister. But Nancy had traveled a lot, and seemed to be a lot more knowledgeable and sophisticated.
In the nine years since Nancy's divorce, Kim had never seen her sister cry or express any regrets. She seemed perfectly contented staying at home raising Danny. Of course, the two sisters went shopping, and to church together, and even occasionally to the movies, but always by themselves or with their sons.
Kim refrained from dating because she'd never found anyone to replace John, and she wasn't going to settle for someone less wonderful. But Nancy was different – she was divorced – and Kim had always believed that divorced persons should want to get back into the "swing" of things and make up for all they'd missed.
But it was Nancy's life, and Kim wasn't going to criticize it. Besides, she had her own problems to solve, and bringing up the subject of relationships or marriage would only irritate Nancy.
Kim rapped and walked inside her sister's house. Nancy never locked her door during the day. "It's me, Nan," Kim called, walking into the living room.
"Be with you in a minute, Sis," Nancy said.
By the time Kim seated herself and arranged her thoughts, Nancy bounced in. "Jeez, Kim, every time I see you your tits look bigger!" Nancy joked. She cupped her own heavy tits through her blouse and looked at them. "Yeah," she said, "I'm a little jealous." It was an old joke, for Nancy's measurements were a walloping 48-36-45. But she was a tall woman, and carried it well.
Kim smiled, but wasn't in the mood for joking. "I've got a real problem," she told her sister, and proceeded to relate the kind of dream she'd had. She ended with the morning's shocker in the bathroom. Nancy was sympathetic, and explained that since you couldn't control dreams, you shouldn't feel guilty about them. They were harmless. But she was less sympathetic about Kim's treatment of Bill.
"Sis, you know jerking off's normal. Why, damn it, we used to even play with each other when we were kids. Have you forgotten? What the hell do you want to burden Bill with all that guilt and shame for, huh? Just because he's your boy, you want him to be an angel. Well, angels aren't human. If they were, they'd be jacking off in every cloud! And we wouldn't be getting rain in our garden, either. It'd be big white drops of cum hanging from the trees and flowers and drainpipes!"
"You sure have a way with words," Kim said, smiling wryly.
"Yeah, I know. But I get carried away when I see people hurting other people. Bill's a nice guy, and you know he's gonna jerk off anyway, so why lay all that guilt on him?"
"What should I do?"
"Tell him you were wrong."
"Oh, I can't just go bringing it up now that it's over!"
"Well, you can always wait 'til he's jerking off again – only this time praise him and tell him what a good boy he is, and Mom's proud of her son's big prick!"
Nancy was joking, but Kim thought the basic idea wasn't bad. "If I act like it's ok, and don't make a fuss about it," Kim began.
"He'll think you're just ignoring something you think is sinful or dirty. You've got to come right out and tell him it's ok to masturbate."
"Did you ever catch Dan playing with himself?"
"No, but I haven't really tried, either. I'm sure he does. In fact, I'd worry if he didn't."
"I was just wondering," Kim said, "if you have any idea how, uhh, big he is. Down there."
Nancy looked at her sister a bit strangely. "No, I don't. Why do you ask?"
"Well, uhh, when I saw Bill's I nearly died! Nancy, he's got a real monster cock – eight or nine inches long – and fat as hell! I can't imagine who he's inherited it from."
"Whew!" Nancy whistled. "That is big! Jeez, I wish Fred had had a big cock! Not," she hastened to explain, "that it would have made any difference about the divorce. But it sure as hell would've helped during all the years leading up to our parting!"
Kim smiled. "John was great in bed. Even if I ever found anyone as nice as he was, I'd be almost afraid to marry him. I'd worry that he wouldn't be half as good in the sack."
"Check him out before the wedding, stupid," Nancy smiled.
"Oh, Nancy! You know better than that. It's one thing to talk sort of slutty, but another thing to really act that way."
"Maybe," Nancy smiled, "but Fred and I fucked for a full year before we got married. He was good, but not great. No staying power, you know? But he usually made me cum, I'll give him that."
"Well, I'd better get going," Kim said. "There's a lot to do now that Jack and Mary are here."
"How are they doing?"
Kim blushed as she remembered the previous night's wet noises. "Well, they got married too soon. Mary's a nice girl, but a bit of a prude, if you know what I mean. If they get past the first three years, they'll probably make it. But it's hard on him, losing his job right now. You know how men are. Jack's one of those guys who feels that if he isn't a breadwinner – a good provider – he's not much of a man. And Mary's too inexperienced to build up his ego when he needs it most."
Nancy shook her head. "Wish I could help, but that's one problem they'll have to work out themselves. Doesn't pay to interfere in a marriage."
"I know, but I wish I could help Jack."
"You're doing plenty already."
"I know, but not the things that count, the things that Mary should be doing for him."
"Just take it easy. Be there when he needs you. And don't criticize Mary."
"Oh, I know better than that! She is a pretty girl, and she has a wonderful figure, you know – big tits and a wiggly ass, lust like all the boys want. And she's not a bad cook, either."
"Yes, he could have done a lot worse than Mary," Nancy said, imagining the girl from Jack's point of view. Mary had probably made more mouths water than any other girl in school.
"See you later, Sis," she said as Kim left. "Ok. Drop over for supper, huh?"
"Not tonight."