"Where's Daddy?" Tina Ryan asked her mother and brother on Sunday afternoon.
Thinking on her feet, Cindy quickly lied, "Oh, he got a call from his office. Some kind of emergency out of town at one of the branches. Had to leave with just enough time to pack."
"It's not fair," she whined. "My business is just as important as Daddy's. Couldn't he have taken a plane to where he was going?"
Finally, after more of Tina's complaining, Cindy sighed, "Why don't you just take some money from my purse and get a taxi to wherever you're going. We can afford it."
"On a date?" Tina objected. "No taxi's about to hang around a drive-in movie all night."
"Well, if it's a date, why do you need the car in the first place?" Cindy asked. "Isn't the boy supposed to drive?"
"He was," Tina shot back, still addressing her mother but glaring now out of the corner of her eye at Randy. "But the stupid jerk turned gutless when it came to standing up for our rights. Left it all up to me, as usual, after it was too late to do anything about it."
Then Tina turned directly on her brother, seething.
"You asshole!" she hissed.
"Uh, well, see," he hemmed and hawed. "Sis and I had a double date tonight with the Carlton twins. Uh, you know, me with Suzie and Sis with Kevin. So I was supposed to ask for the car, 'cause Kevin's license is suspended and Suzie flunked her driver's test, so neither of them have wheels. But the truth is, I forgot all about it."
"Well, I can understand that," Cindy knowingly said.
"And I think it sucks!" Tina stormed, shooting daggers at Randy. "Thanks for screwing up everything, schmuck."
"But, Sis, even if I'd remembered, Dad would've needed the car any how. His job's more important than a date," Randy defended himself, falling in completely with Cindy's lie about his father's absence.
"I'd have gotten it out of him, no matter where he had to go," Tina spat. "What kind of family is this, anyway, with only one car? We might as well be on welfare."
Now she rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling in an expression of total disgust.
"Aw, what's the use!" she said. "I'm splitting!"
Cindy and Randy watched her turn on her heels, then stomp toward the door. It slammed and she was gone.
"Uh, maybe I'd better catch up with Sis and try to calm her down," Randy suggested.
"What for?" Cindy said. "All that matters is that we got rid of her."
"But that date had been set all week!"
"So what?" Cindy smirked. "You've got something more important to do now."
She had Randy's hand by this point, pulling him across the room.
"I can't even wait to get upstairs for you to fuck me again," she bubbled. "Let's do it right down here on the couch."
"Gee, you really think we ought to, Mom," Randy stalled. "Sis might come back."
"Not for awhile. Not as mad as she was. Anyway, we'll lock the doors just in case," Cindy said. "Why don't you go take care of that, while I slip into something a little more comfortable. Like, mmmm, nothing at all but a great, big smile."
Randy seemed only to willing to have an excuse to put some distance between himself and his mother. And Cindy was starting to seriously wonder why, especially when he took so long to do such a simple thing as lock the doors.
Then it dawned on her. This business about the broken double date must be affecting him because of something more than Tina's temper tantrum. And that would be, Cindy reasoned, little Suzie Carlton.
So that's who he's been fucking, Cindy concluded, recalling her son's boast that he wasn't cherry.
She took a deep breath as she pictured the Carlton girl and thought about herself being in competition with such a freckle-faced piece of teenage fluff.
"Well, I'll make him forget all about that little bitch," she vowed.
Cindy stripped quickly. Then she went to the couch and called for Randy.
He emerged hesitantly from the kitchen where he'd been puttering with the back door. His naked mother sprawled in sexual readiness on the couch, one leg hooked over the backrest and the other lolling on the floor. Wide open to begin with, she'd put the focus even more on her pussy by fingering the lips as far apart as they'd go.
"Like me?" she crooned.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Randy muttered, his mind clearly elsewhere.
"You don't sound like it," Cindy noted. "Maybe you're getting tired of me already."
"That's not it, Mom," Randy said. "It's just that I've got something on my mind, that's all."
"And I think I know who she is!" "You don't know anything!" Randy snapped. "Just lay off, Mom!"
It was not going well. But Cindy wasn't about to give up on getting laid. She'd just change her approach, that's all, backing off on the questions and doing what she did best. After all, being fucked was the important thing, not Suzie Carlton.
"Okay," Cindy agreed, "I won't pry. Your private life is your own – except, of course, for the part of it you spend with me."
"Jesus, Mom!" Randy rasped. "Can't you see I don't feel like fucking you tonight."
And then Cindy played the ace up her sleeve, purring, "Not even in the ass?"
It was the one way Randy hadn't fucked her yesterday. Now Cindy made it clear that her tightest fuck hole was there for the taking, rolling over and raising her plump ass in the air. When she parted her asscheeks, the pucker of her ass throbbed in exposure just above her rear-spread pussy, automatically catching Randy's eye and stimulating his imagination.
"Just think about your big cock in my tight, little asshole," Cindy purred some more. "Yes, Randy, fucking me right where I shit."
Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted the familiar bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Her plan was working.
"Well?" she crooned, slipping a finger into her asshole.
"I-I've never fucked anyone in the ass," Randy stammered, watching his mother's every move.
"That's what I thought, and why I figure you won't be able to resist now. Fucking a pussy's one thing. But fucking ass – well, you just can't know what it's like until you've tried it."
She added another finger in her shitter.
"See, I'm widening it for your cock," she explained. "So you won't hurt me too much when you fuck me there. Just enough for the pain to get me off without your big prick ripping me to pieces."
Probing herself deeply, she accidentally farted.
"Mmmm, I'm opening up already," she sighed without a trace of embarrassment.
Then, after a metallic whine from Randy's direction, she knew she had him hooked. His fly was open. His hand fumbled inside his pants. When it emerged, he clutched his helplessly rigid prick.
"All I have to do is stick it in?" he choked with anticipation.
"Something greasy would help," Cindy suggested. "You know, to make your cock and my ass nice 'n slippery so you'll just slide right in me. Find something you can use in the bathroom."
"Whatever you say, Mom," Randy answered in tbe small voice of a little boy who'd just been brought into line by parental authority. "Anything else?"
"Get out of those clothes," Cindy told him. "Just doesn't seem right if we're both not naked when you're fucking me, darling."
Randy sheepishly nodded and left for the bathroom. When he returned, he was stripped to the skin, the muscles of his crotch seeming to clutch the base of his cock as it jutted from between his legs.
In his hand was a tube of ointment. He brought it to the couch, where his mother still knelt on all fours with her asscheeks flared.
"What do I do?" he nervously asked.
"Start by giving me a lube job," Cindy replied. "Get that stuff all over your fingers, then smear it all around, inside and outside of my asshole."
Trembling somewhat, Randy squirted a generous amount of the gooey ointment on his fingertips. Then he brought his hand to his mother's waiting ass pucker, her own hands gone now. At first his contact with the narrow opening was uncertain. But when his middle finger slipped so easily into Cindy's shitter, his confidence instantly mounted.
"Put in another one. And deep," Cindy urged.
His second finger surged into her shit pit. He wriggled them around, testing the give within the limited space. With the help of the ointment, his mother's asshole was surprisingly elastic.
"I'll bet you could get your whole hand in there if you tried."
"Really want me to, Mom?" Randy panted, already squeezing some more from the tube with his free hand onto the other one.
"Just try me," Cindy beckoned.
Randy tested with a third finger. It fit. Next was his thumb. This was more difficult, but applying ointment on it as it entered, Randy got his thumb in.
"Oooooooh, my ass has never felt so full," Cindy crooned with delight. "Now go for it all."
Randy's little finger was left. He snaked it inside, then took a lingering view of what he'd accomplished. His mother's asshole, so small just moments before, had been stretched around the width of his wrist.
But Cindy still wasn't satisfied. "Make a fist, make a fist."
Randy didn't think it could be done. His greasy fingers proved him wrong, though, curling into a ball within his mother's ever yielding asshole. Then he felt the liquid warmth of her seeping shit between his knuckles, making the penetration even more slippery. It was possible to drive in even farther if he chose.
"Yes, fistfuck me!" Cindy declared, seeming to read his mind.
Randy punched into her, actually hearing her shitty bowels gurgle. The spasms from her ass rippled all the way up his arm to his shoulder.
By this point his hard-on was a flexing muscle which seemed like it might burst right out of its skin. It angled almost straight up from his crotch, the pulsing veins trying to pump even more blood into his prickshaft and cockhead.
"Give me the grease," Cindy said.
Randy handed it to her.
"And your cock, too," she added.
He shifted around so she could reach his crotch, while his fist remained, for the time being, in her ass.
Cindy squeezed the contents of the tube directly onto Randy's hard-on, leaving a gooey trail from root to tip. Then tossing the ointment aside, she gave him a brief handjob that left his smeared fuck tool gleaming with a sticky sheen.
"You've fistfucked me long enough," she told him. "Only your cock will do in my ass now."
Randy pulled out, his knuckles popping into the open. They were smudged with shit. He wiped his fingers in brown trails along his mother's back, while guiding his lubed prick toward its target with his free hand.
Cindy's asshole still yawned from the fistfuck, her exposed shitter tunnel a vibrant pink except for the caramel trickle of liquid shit which leaked from it down onto her cunt. Randy put his oiled cockhead into the equally glistening ass mouth.
"All you have to do is shove, sweetheart, and my ass'll just swallow up your cock," Cindy prompted.
But Randy hesitated. So Cindy rocked back on her knees. His big prick was suddenly in her, sinking deeper by the second as she forced its insertion.
She didn't let up until her son was in her to his balls, which she felt throbbing against her cunt just a notch below. To her rear, she heard Randy gasping with astonishment at how easily she'd taken his whole prick up her ass.
"Hardly even felt my cock going in you, Mom," he said.
"You'll feel something now," Cindy promised.
She bore down from within, clamping the muscles of her ass around the length of her son's hard-on as powerfully as she could. It was more than enough.
"Pinches!" Randy blurted, with his mother's hold so tight that the excess ointment clustered where the rim of her asshole gripped the root of his prick.
"Then fight back!"
She relaxed her anal vise just enough for her son to get some leeway with his prick. He pulled back, but then lingered without thrusting back in again.
"Well?" Cindy impatiently asked.
"Don't want to hurt you, Mom."
"Then I'll hurt you," Cindy shot back. "Make you strike back like a wounded animal."
She squeezed until she felt his cockhead flatten within her. Then she swiveled her hips, twisting the exposed shaft of Randy's cock like it was a crank.
"Yeeoooww, you bitch!" Randy cursed with pain. "You're killing me!"
"So kill me back," Cindy taunted. Once more she relaxed her asshole just enough to give Randy momentum if he wanted to take advantage of it. He did.
"I'll show you, bitch!" he cursed again. "Take this!"
The goring horn of his cock tore into his mother's shitpit with a violent surge. Cindy felt like she'd been split in two, which was exactly what she craved. Now all she wanted was more of the same.
"That's it!" she cried. "Only you have to do it again – and again – and again. Oh, yes, darling, just the way you're starting to fuck my ass. You have to rip me, rip me, rip me!"
Randy's prick was moving nonstop now, pistoning in the groove of his mother's deep ass. When he fucked into Cindy, his cockhead plunged into the shitty mass of her bowels. Retreating with a lurch, he'd leave only a couple of inches inside while setting his hips for another assault. Then, his crotch bucking in, he'd charge to bury his fuck tool another time.
His prick felt good to Cindy, pulling and going in. Either way, the nerves in her fucked ass delivered the same orgasmic message to her senses. And she came and came and came, feeling as if there were a separate climax with each and every cock-thrust.
"Can't stop coming!" she gasped. "As long as you keep fucking my ass, I'll keep coming. Never get enough!"
"Think again, Mom. This time I'm gonna make you quit. Not just fuck you, but fuck you over. Fuck you until you can't stand anymore. So you beg me to quit." "That'll be the day!" Cindy crowed. "You'll see," Randy warned. While his prick continued jackhammering her ass, he reached under his mother, grabbing her dangling tits. The way he seized them made her nipples pop out between his fingers.
Cindy felt as though her trapped nipples might burst. At the same time, Randy's nails gouged into the spongy part of her tits, drawing blood.
No rapist had ever treated his victim any more brutally than Randy was doing to his mother. But Cindy was sure that she was as close as she'd ever get to heaven on earth.
"Every time you hurt me, I come even harder!" she joyously told her son. "What you're doing to my tits couldn't go better with your cock in my ass!"
This was not what Randy wanted to hear from his mother. He wanted to punish her, not please her. So his hands abruptly withdrew from her mauled tits, searching for a different place to make her suffer beyond her endurance.
Then he thought he had it. Her cunt. Suddenly it filled his hand – the hair, the meat, the juice dribbling through his gouging fingers.
"I won't stop, Mom," he vowed when he heard Cindy whimper. "Won't stop until you beg me for mercy."
And her whimper turning to a wail of pleasure, Cindy cried, "I'll only beg you for more, more, more! What you're doing to my pussy hurts even better than what you did to my tits! Hurts soooo goooood along with your ass-fucking prick!"
In frustration, Randy plunged his hand into his mother's cunt the way he'd previously done in her ass. Now he could feel his cock fucking ass just a notch away with his clenched knuckles.
His mother screamed with ecstasy, "Fantastic! Fuck me in both places at once, Randy! Your prick where I shit and your fist in my pussy! I'll come twice as much now!"
Randy realized he'd failed again to dominate his mother. But he also realized he was beginning not to care. Randy, whether he liked it or not, was about to shoot his wad.
Quickly, all that mattered to him was relieving the mounting pressure on his balls. To achieve the orgasmic release that was now his only concern, he had to fuck his mother's ass harder and faster. As he did, his cock bumped repeated against his flexing knuckles in her cunt.
And he cried that he'd gone as far as he could go. The explosion of cum followed before the echo of his voice had stopped bouncing off the bedroom walls.
"Oh, my God!" his mother cried. "What a load! I knew when you came, it'd be something special, but not this much! Where are you getting it all?"
"Don't know, Mom! My cock just keeps shooting – shooting – and shooting."
When it was finally over, his massive climax seemed to have put him in a trance. Pulling his prick from his mother's ass and his hand from her cunt, Randy stared with glassy eyes at the one smeared with female shit and the other dripping with pussy juice.
Cindy turned around just in time to see him swaying. She caught him when he pitched forward, nestling him in her arms.
"Mama's little boy's all tuckered out, isn't he?" she crooned in his ear, as if he'd turned from a man into a child the instant his balls were drained.
Randy murmured something that wasn't loud enough to understand. Cindy rumpled his hair with a tender caress.
"I know, I know," she soothed. "You're so tired after working so hard to make Mommy happy. But I know just what'll hit the spot for my baby."
As she had the day before, Cindy coaxed her son's face toward her tit. His mouth found her nipple at once. Within a moment, Randy's contented sucking was the only sound that could be heard.