Marge loved her new job. It was the type of ladylike position she'd visualized for herself when she'd first found it necessary to seek employment. Her self-doubts behind her, she wore less make-up and dressed more becomingly for her age. She felt very feminine and confident, and it shone through in her cheerful disposition and graceful manner.
She and a dentist who lunched regularly at the restaurant soon became quite friendly. Doug was a few years older than Marge, a widower whose youngest child was in college. When he asked her to attend a concert with him, and bring her son along, too, Marge was delighted to accept.
All in all they had a very pleasant evening. Since Kenny was included, and seemed to like Dr. Alcorn, the jealousy Marge had expected from her son failed to materialize. Until they got home, that is, and Marge sent Kenny up to their apartment while she remained in the car with Doug, perfectly willing to be kissed goodnight by him. He was a professional man, doing very well financially, which made him ideal husband material, Marge was thinking.
When Marge entered the apartment with her lipstick smeared, perhaps a half-hour after she'd sent Kenny up, the lad was in bed, naked, with a hard-on and a cucumber.
"What happened?" he asked excitedly. "Did Doctor Alcorn fuck you, Mama?"
Marge smiled. This was her boy, acting just the way she liked him to. She kicked off her high heels and began disrobing in front of him.
"No, but he certainly kissed me a lot, and I let him pet my pussy. See how wet my panties are?"
She whisked her dress and slip off over her head and stood with her legs apart, in stockings, garter belt, panties and bra, so Kenny could view the secretion-soaked condition of her panty crotchband.
Bobo, who spent about half the time at Mrs. Nelson's now, was in the apartment tonight, lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. The big German shepherd caught the scent of Marge's aroused snatch and got up wagging his tail. He walked over to her and nuzzled her between the legs with his muzzle. But Marge, who'd only succumbed to bestiality that once, slapped him good and hard, and Bobo went back to the foot of the sofa-bed and flopped down dejectedly on the floor.
This did not go unnoticed by Kenny, but he'd seen the family pet trying to smell his mother many times before so he thought little of it. He'd been imagining what Dr. Alcorn might be doing to her in the car, and he'd worked himself up to a feverish pitch of desire.
"Come to bed, Mama. I want to make love to you."
"Of course you do, dear," she chuckled. "I knew it would be this way. Well, come on, jealous, aren't you going to scold me for letting Doug feel me up?"
Kenny shook his head. His jealousy was taking a different course tonight.
"Oh?" Marge said. It was a disappointment for her. She loved it when he gave her hell for even talking about letting a man ball her. That's what she wanted him to do now. "Uh-huh. Well, I suppose you're thinking Doug got me hot, and now you'll get to finish the job. Is that it?"
Kenny grinned cockily.
"And you will, too," she said. "But let me tell you something; I wasn't thinking about you while Doug was kissing me and rubbing my cunt. The next time I go out with him, you're staying home. I think maybe I'll let him go all the way, too. What have you got to say to that?"
Kenny winced. He gulped, squirming a little as hie thought about what she'd said.
This is more like it! Marge thought. I shouldn't taunt him that way but I can't help it. He's so cute when he's jealous!
"He put my hand on his cock," Marge went on as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. "I wouldn't let him take it out, but I fondled it through his trousers. It felt like it was nearly as big as that cucumber you've got there, Son."
"Shut up!" Kenny yelled.
Marge smiled and rubbed her crotch. "It was hard as a rock, too. Damn, it felt good! Mmmmm! Yes, I believe I will let him stick it in me Saturday night. That's when he's taking me out again. By myself this time, and…"
"Mama, please!" Kenny wailed. "Don't talk that way!"
She removed her panties and started unhooking her nylon hose from her garter belt. "Your peter's twitching, Kenny. I think you're about to cum, aren't you? Tell Mother, does it make you jealous, knowing that Doug is going to fuck me?"
"Yes!"
"But there's nothing you can do about it, is there, sonny boy? Your little balls, do they feel all hot and achy for me?"
He nodded tightly. "Come to bed!"
"Of course, precious," she cooed and, dropping her garter belt to the floor, she sat down on the edge of the bed to remove her nylons.
This would be the fourth time she'd let him make love to her. Not that he hadn't wanted to more than that, almost every night in fact, but generally she would only let him feel her twat through her panties before she pushed him away and told him to go to sleep. Although she couldn't resist giving in to him occasionally, it did make her feel guilty afterward. After all, he was her son, and he wasn't even ten years old yet! She kept telling herself that it wouldn't happen again, but it had, and tonight she just couldn't help herself. She was in one of her wanton moods. In fact, she felt downright licentious, and all she'd had to drink was a brandy hours ago, after the sumptuous supper Doug had bought them before taking them to the concert.
When she lay down completely naked beside her son, he pushed her legs apart and knelt with his head above her groin so he could look at her fascinating hairy hole as he probed its dew-moistened petals with his little-boy's fingers.
"You should always kiss a lady first," she told him. "Not just dive at her cunt."
"Shit," he replied. "You're no lady. You're my hot-assed mother!"
"Mmmmm!" she purred, and tousled his neatly trimmed sandy hair. "Be careful what you say, darling. You know how hot it makes me when you talk that way. Unless you think you can handle a wild woman, watch what you say."
"Wild woman!" he huffed. "Cock-hungry slut is more like it!" He captured her erecting clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tweak.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh, you little bugger!" Marge moaned, rolling her rump to egg him on. "How I love you, Kenny! You're so sweet I could just eat you up sometimes!"
"You're always saying that!" he snapped as he scrambled up over her and sat down on her chest, his legs pinning her arms to the bed. "Now do it! Suck my dick! The way you did Frank's!"
"Kenny, no!" she scolded. "You know I won't do that! I don't like it!"
Kenny wouldn't be put off this time. She'd done it for Frank and, now that he'd taken the man's place, she could damn well do it for him, too. He skinned back his three-and-a-half incher, picked up his mother's head the way he'd seen her ex-lover do, and began brushing the rosy crown of his pecker back and forth across her closed lips.
"You might not want to, Mama. You didn't want to at first for Frank, either. But you did it, and you liked it, too, didn't you?"
"Noom!" Marge whimpered through her nose, refusing to part her lips for fear she would weaken. She knew she wasn't fooling Kenny, for he'd seen her go bananas blowing Frank. But it made her feel so dirty and depraved to perform fellatio, and she didn't want to sink that low with her own son!
Goddamn you to hell, Frank Dixon! she railed mentally. This is all your fault! Why, oh, why did you have to degrade me in front of Kenny the way you did? Bastard, bastard! I hope you get a disease and your cock rots off! If it hadn't been for you, Kenny and I would still be decent people!
But, again, the damage was already done and despite Marge's protestations, it gave her a lurid thrill to have her little boy holding her down, rubbing his swollen dickhead against her lips. She had the strength but not the desire to throw Kenny off.
"Come on, baby," her child was saying, parroting Frank, she supposed. "Open up. You know you want'a take a suck on my fuckstick."
And, God help her, she did want to!
"Kiss it a little bit," Kenny's voice droned in Marge's ringing ears, as he insistently probed the bluntly rounded tip of his tempting glans penis between her lips. "Come on, lick my knob, and then I'll let you show me what a greedy cocksucker you really are!"
Marge couldn't resist. In a roundabout way, it was her own fault, and she knew it, for teaching Kenny to speak to her this way. It always melted her to hear him talking dirty to her, and this time was no exception. With a mounting sense of delicious humiliation, she pursed her full, red lips around the end of his crown and kissed it wetly.
Smack, smack, smack!
One kiss led to another. She moved her head about, planting fervent kisses all over the rosy surface of her kid's penile bulb.
"That'a girl, Mama!" the child exclaimed. "Lick it now!"
"Yes, yes!" Marge whimpered. She stuck out her pink tongue and swiped it over the forefront of his taut-skinned knob. "Oh, Kenny, we shouldn't be doing this! It makes me feel so dirty!"
"You're gonna suck it!" he told her. "Take me all the way and I'll let you drink the gravy! That's what you want, ain't it, hot ass? A big mouthful of cum?"
She couldn't help laughing. "Oh, precious, stop talking like that bastard Frank. You're just a little boy. You don't have any gravy to give me."
The lad grinned sheepishly. "You're gonna do it, though, aren't you, Mama?"
"I ought to have my head examined," Marge told him. "But, yes, I am going to suck your darling little dick. I want to now, so get off me and lie down. Hurry!"
"You bet!" Kenny squealed. He jumped off his mother and lay down on his back with his legs apart.
Marge knelt between his legs, grasping his appealing goober in one hand and cupping his small, hairless testicles in the other as she leaned over him.
"It's so hard, Son, and hot too!" she sighed, squeezing his stem fondly. "What a sweet little pecker you've got!"
She took the shaft between her red-nailed fingers and drew up on it, forcing the protective hood back up over his glans until the forefront of his prepuce pouted out like a hollow finger of silky flesh. And it certainly was silky, she discovered when she impulsively kissed the loose folds of his protruding foreskin.
"It's so soft and warm!" she exclaimed.
Staring fixedly at his peter, she moistened her lips with her tongue, then, feeling utterly wanton, she wrapped her red oral petals around the distended mass of penile tissue and sucked it into her mouth as far as its elasticity would allow.
"Oh, Mama!" Kenny gasped. It felt lovely to the boy, but watching her do that to his dick was what really excited him.
"Mmmmm… delicious!" Marge sighed, gently nibbling his foreskin with the sharp edges of her front teeth.
Then her lips enclosed the preputial excess again, and Kenny could feel his mother sucking it and licking it at the same time.
"Shit, that feels good!" he told her. "Do harder!"
With her child's passionate outcry ringing lewdly in her ears, Marge bit down lightly on his hidden dickhead and sucked his distended foreskin harder. She teased the tip of her tongue into the opening and lapped enticingly at the pouty little mouth located at the very end of his concealed glans. Her suction a moment before had drawn up a drop of clear precoital fluid from his shaft, and the musky flavor of his boyish nectar delighted her taste buds. Ruttishly she probed the front of her tongue deeper and started twirling its insatiable tip round and around the sensitive forefront of his crown.
His foreskin was like a living glove around her tongue. It gave her a terrific thrill to lick the head of his peter this way, with her tongue inserted into his drawn-out hood, its satiny inner surface forming the walls of an elastic cylinder which her lustful tongue took great pleasure in brushing against.
"Ooooh…aaaaahh!" Kenny sighed, for his mother was massaging his aching young nuts with her palm as well as tantalizing his prick with her lips, teeth and tongue. Her fingers had curled under his squirmy bottom. The middle one had insinuated itself into the crack of his ass and was now playing up and down the fleshy gorge. He could feel the sharp edge of her long, red fingernail tickling his rectum each time it passed over that portion of his anatomy. "Mama!" he gasped. "I'm 'bout to cummm!!"
"Are you, darling?" she crooned, taking away her hands and month simultaneously just when she knew he needed them the most. She felt deliciously dirty now, was in the mood to suck his young dong as she'd never sucked Frank's, but she longed to hear him telling her what to do. She threw him a seductive smile, licking her lips before she intoned, "And what do you expect Mother to do about it?"
"Take it in your mouth! My Peter! And suck itt!"
"Would you like me to skin it back first?"
"Yes, yes! Hurry, Mama!"
"You want me to be your cocksucker? Is that it?"
"My cocksucker! Yeah!My greedy cocksucker! Do it, do ittt!!"
"God, yes, I'll do it!" she sighed. And with that, she peeled back his foreskin all the way and wrapped her soft red lips around the top of his shaft. Her oral petals molded themselves to his stalk and she sucked down hungrily on his denuded bulb. Her tongue sprang into action curling this way and that over the salty-tasting smoothness of his musk-flavored knob.
"Ahhhhhh!" Kenny cried, his entire body shivering as he grabbed his mother's head and buried his fingers in the scented, silky strands of her disheveled brunette hair. "Suck it, bitch!Suck it, suck ittt!!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Marge moaned around her mouthful of palate-pleasing pecker. Nothing could've delighted her more at this moment than to have him call her a bitch. His throbbing dome was expanding with preorgasmic pressure inside her mouth. It made her feel incredibly wicked knowing her son was about to go off in her mouth. She sucked all the harder, flailing his pulsating crown with her tongue to hasten his climax.
"Now, Mama, nnoowww!!" he shouted, bowing up and shoving her head down simultaneously.
The rest of his pounding peter lurched into her oral cavern, its rounded tip embedding itself in the soft membrane lining the back of her throat. Her puffy red lips were mashed flat against the perspiration-moistened skin of his totally hairless groin.
"Unnn… ung, ung, ung, ung, uunnggghhhhhh!!" he grunted groaningly, falling back to the bed with her head still locked to his body, her nose flattened against him now, too, and his heaving lower abdomen pressing over her eyes so she couldn't see a thing.
Seeing wasn't necessary, however, for Marge could feel the head of his dick ballooning in the upper region of her throat, the shaft twitching and jerking about in her oral cavity.
Dear Lord, how sswweeeettt! she thought, her tongue laving slavishly at the large vein running the length of his shaft's undersurface as she sucked voraciously at her son's orgasmically pounding prick.
"Cumming! Ohh, Mama, aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!"
He didn't have to tell her that! Although he ejaculated nothing because of his tender age, the way his darling dong quivered and twitched told Marge without a doubt that her precious little boy was spending his pent-up lust in her vacuuming oral cavern. And how she loved having him do it!
"ooohhhhhh… Mama…that's good… aaaahhfihhhhhh… better than… ooouuuu… your asshole… mmmmmm… even! Bitch, bitch… hot-assed slut… suck it… nnaaaahhhhhhh… my ccoocckkkk!!"
Marge thought he would suffocate her before he released her head. Finally he did let go, and she came up sucking, her soft lips pulling out obscenely around his weakly throbbing stem as she drew air in through her passion-enlarged nostrils. Pausing with only the head of his precious peter in her mouth, she sucked down like a desperate vampire who intended to drain him of his life-juices, and was rewarded with several viscous drops of heady-tasting adolescent sexual liquid.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned delectation, savoring the luscious boyish secretions, her taste buds tingling appreciatively, before she swallowed his slippery, milky-white precum that tasted faintly like semen even though she knew he was much too young to produce real sperm. There was only a small amount, but its delicate flavor was indescribably delicious.
She swabbed his glans immaculately clean with her tongue before she allowed the deflating shaft to pull the spongy bulb from her reluctant lips with a lascivious, wet slurping noise.
"Aaaaaaahh… ooooohhh!" Kenny sighed.
A fatuous smile of fulfillment was plastered on the girlishly pretty face of her young son when Marge looked up. "Well, Son, now you've got mother going down on you, too, haven't you? Jesus, what's going to become of us? I should spank your bottom good, and if I had a lick of sense, that's exactly what I'd do."
"Aw, Mama," he said with a grin.
"Don't 'Aw, Mama' me!" she whined, feeling guilty as hell. Then her attack of morals passed as quickly as it'd welled up, and she grinned back at him. "Yeah, yeah, don't look at me like that. I enjoyed giving you a blow job, and you know it, don't you, smarty pants?"
"Yeah, and you're a damn good cocksucker, too, Mama."
Marge laughed aloud. "I suppose you mean that for a compliment, so thank you, but how would you know, you sweet little fart? How many blow jobs have you had, anyway?"
"Just this one, is all, but there couldn't never be one any better than that. Oh, Mama, I just loved it!"
"I know you did, darling, and so did I. But what's your poor mother supposed to do now?" She flipped his limber, spit-coated penis. "It's no good to me in that condition."
She was still kneeling between Kenny's legs, her curvaceous rump sticking out invitingly, and Bobo, who'd forgotten the rebuffing slap by this time, was prancing about at the foot of the bed, whining and licking his chops. Due to the frequent uses of his sexual talents by Mrs. Nelson, the German shepherd was a confirmed pussy-hound by now, and the heady fragrance given off by his mistress' twat was having its inevitable effect on him.
With a single BARF! to announce his intentions, Bobo leaped onto the bed and licked Marge eagerly, his tongue slapping into the curly triangle below her upside-down snatch, then dragging upward between her puffy labia majora before it washed luridly over her asshole on its way up through the crack of her pleasantly surprised behind.
"Oh, nooh!" Marge sighed. "Bobo! Stop that!"
But the horny animal was concentrating on her cunt alone now, his lust-inciting tongue dipping rapidly into the parted split of her succulent gash, and Marge couldn't seem to move a muscle.
"Ohhhhh… Damn it… don't… ahhhh… no, Bobo, nooooohhh!!" Marge sobbed, but his incessantly lapping tongue was sapping the strength right out of her.
It felt marvelous! If it hadn't been for Kenny, Marge wouldn't have protested at all. But she didn't want her son to see their pet licking her, and if she knew Bobo, licking wasn't all he would want to do to her! With a half-hearted attempt to maintain at least some semblance of decency, Marge emitted a mournful wail and reached back with her left hand, frantically slapping at Bobo's head.
"Don't hit him, Mama!" Kenny, who was taking this all in with a great deal of interest, told her.
"But, Son!" she panted, trying to keep that telltale expression of carnal pleasure from taking over her face. "He's licking me!"
Kenny grinned. Bobo was his buddy from way back, and he was just a dog, so he didn't mind if Bobo wanted to lick his mother's pussy. It seemed funny to the boy, and it sort of excited him, too.
"He's not hurting you, is he?" Kenny asked.
"No, Son, but… ooouuuu… he's a dog! Oh, make him quit, Kenny!"
"Why? You like it, don't you?" he asked unnecessarily, for the glassy appearance of his mother's eyes, together with the odd expression on her face, told him it was feeling real good to her.
"Yes… I do… but, Kenny! Oooohh! It's wrong, and… oh, damn it… I'm afraid you'll… think I'm… just awful!"
"Aw, Mama, let him lick your pussy, I don't care. It's okay for Bobo to do it."
"You mean… you want… him to?"
"Yeah!" Kenny replied excitedly. "Don't you?"
Marge licked her lips. That flashing red tongue was feeling better with each passing second. She couldn't lie at a time like this. A pleasured moan escaped her wetly quivering lips, and she nodded.
"Good!" Kenny yelped, pushing up onto his elbows. "'Cause I want'a see it!"
"All right… then watch!" Marge told him.
"But, Kenny… he's going to… want to… fuck me, too… and oh, Jesus… I don't care if you don't! Aaaaahh! Oh, Bobo… yess, baby…lick me de-eeppp!!"
The child was all eyes. He couldn't actually see the canine tongue lapping at his mother's privates, but Bobo was standing behind her kneeling form, his head lowered to her butt, wagging up and down, and her face mirrored the lustful pleasure it was giving her. His peter was already regaining its lost erection as he scooted out from under her head. He wanted to see everything. She'd said Bobo would be wanting to fuck her, too, and he could hardly wait to see that!
"What are you doing?!" Marge whined, as her son turned clear around and, on his back, began sliding in under her headfirst.
"I want'a see it, Mama!" he said, and slipped in between her straight, torso-supporting arms, working himself lower as her tits, upper abdomen, navel, belly and pubic mound, in that order, flashed into view above him.
When his head came to rest between his mother's parted knees, he was able to look up through the soft, white columns of her thighs and get a clear view of the action. And, man, was it something to see! The swollen lips of her hairy hole were pouting partway open. Bobo's long red tongue was lapping rapidly into her wetly-shimmering, brownish slot, spreading her hair-rimmed crack wider open then letting it flutter as it closed just a tiny bit before he could lick into it again.
"Oh, boy, Mama, Bobo's really going at you, huh?"
"I should say… aaaahhh… he is!" Marge sighed.
"You ought'a see it!" Kenny exclaimed.
"I d-don't mmmmmmm… need to see it!" Marge panted. "I can feeelll… ohh, shit… what he's… d-doing… ohhhhh… to meee!"
"It feels good, I bet!"
"Oh, Kenny, yesss!" she whimpered. "You couldn't believe… how good… ooouuuu… it does feel n-nowww!"
Kenny got to thinking her pussy must taste awful good, the way Bobo kept licking it. It was all juicy and red on the inside, he noticed, and her elongated clitoris was standing out like a crimson finger of flesh in the hairy V at the top, which was the bottom of her cunt from his present vantage point. The nine-year-old's curiosity got the best of him and, since he thought nothing of sharing an ice cream cone with Bobo, each of them taking licks as he passed it back and forth, he didn't hesitate a second once he'd made up his mind.
"Let me taste her, too, Bobo!" he said and, pushing the dog's head out of the way, he raised up, stuck out his tongue, and licked into his mother's succulent gash.
"Ken-nieee!" Marge wailed. "Wh-what you d-doing?!"
"Lickin' your pussy, Mama! And I like it, too! Oh, boy, it tastes real good!"
One flavorful lick of Marge's tangy slot was enough to turn her horny little boy into an eager muff diver. He flung his arms around her hips and, holding to her womanly buttocks, opened his mouth wide and glued his lips to her sex-wetted gap. The surrounding hair felt sort of scratchy but not unpleasant to his chin and cheeks. Following his instincts, Kenny shot his tongue far as it could go up into the velvety warmth of his mother's secreting inner sheath.
"Aahhhhh… oh, yes, yesss!" Marge gasped. She'd meant to tell him no, not after the dog had been licking her! But it felt so good to have her child's tongue waggling around inside her that she completely forgot about the unsanitary aspects of it. "Oh, Kenny… darling… ohhhhhh… deeper! Fuck me with unnn… your tongue, baby! Yes, yes, yes! Suck mother's cunt… aaaaah… gooooddd!!"
He pumped his tongue in and out of her, his lower lip inadvertently rubbing back and forth over the nerve-rich head of her blood-glutted clit as he did so, and Marge thought she would swoon with the rapture it caused.
My own little boy! she sighed silently. Sucking me off. Going down on my pussy! I love it… lloovvee it! Lord in heaven, there's no hope for us now! Incest, incest… ohh, it's divine! I'll never get enough of my precious angel! Never, never!
Caught up in a fit of passion, Marge began worshipfully licking her son's stiff little peter and his small, denuded testicles.
Spurred on by his mother's lust-inciting tongue, Kenny squeezed the spongy pillows of her asscheeks over his face. He inhaled the pungent aroma of her sweaty anus as he sucked down harshly on her pulsing pussy. His voracious suction brought him an immediate reward. The silky walls of her vagina were working overtime to produce an abundance of slippery woman goo, a mass of which was now being vacuumed from her. A wave of the viscous stuff rushed down from the depths of her honeyed well and gushed into the boy's suctioning mouth.
"Uunnnnn!" Kenny moaned.
The inundation of female sexual secretions had a musky flavor all its own, which required no getting used to. He liked it right off, despite the thick consistency of its warm wetness. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for him to swallow the delicious substance and suck her pussy for more of the exciting hot paste he'd felt in her but had never tasted before this. Man, her pussy was good! The youngster was thinking he'd like to suck it all night long!
As she laved his dick and balls, Marge rimmed round and around the smooth edge of her child's tiny, puckered rectum with the ball of her middle finger. After only seconds of toying with his appealing aperture, however, simply rimming it wasn't enough. She stuck her finger in her mouth to wet it, then started gently inserting it into his buttonhole anus, being careful not to scratch him with her long, red-lacquered fingernail.
Kenny whimpered. His body tensed. She paused with her finger into him past the first knuckle. Then he whimpered again, never taking his mouth from her clefted mound, and she felt his fingers probing at her anus as he pushed up desirously toward her hand, his action popping his tight butthole over the second knuckle of her naughty finger. Realizing he wanted it all, she gave it to him with one deft jab, burying her entire, long but slender finger into his rectum clear up to the palm. "Do you like it, Son?"
"Mmmmmm!!" he moaned into her snatch, and stuck his finger up her erogenous rear portal.
"Yes,yesss!" she squealed, and began licking his bird's-egg-sized nuts as they started finger-fucking one another's appreciative assholes, Kenny sucking her twat fervently all the while.
Recalling how lovely it'd felt when her ex-boss licked her rectum, Marge decided to pleasure Kenny that way. It was a terribly nasty thing to do, Marge thought, but he was her child, her own flesh and blood and, the mood she was in, nothing was too sordid for her now. In fact, the dirtier the better, for she was feeling incredibly dirty and sinful!
His tight anal ring clung to her brown-tinged finger as she backed it out of him. It was as if, now that she'd been jabbing it up him, his anus was very reluctant to let it go. It made a soft popping noise when the end of her finger broke free of his distended aperture.
"Oh, darling!" she crooned, and licked her parched lips as she gazed longingly at his winking orifice. "What a cute little asshole! Mother's going to kiss ittt!!"
She fingered his buttocks wide apart, pursing her lips, and planted a wet, loudly smacking kiss directly into his brownish buttonhole. An illicit thrill rippled up her arched spine.
"Jesus!" she moaned and, overcome with emotion, she extended her tongue and began slavishly licking up and down the sweat-dampened gorge of her little boy's held-apart bottom, the tip of her taste organ flicking his anus in adoration each time it darted past.
"Naaaahhhhhh!" Kenny cried with delight as he ripped his mouth from her juicy crotch and jerked his small fingers – he had two of them up her butt – from her rectum. "Lick it, Mama! Lick it, lick ittt!!"
Anything she could do, he could, too, couldn't he? Besides, wasn't her asshole better to fuck than her pussy? Hell, yes, it was, so it only stood to reason that it would taste better, too!
He pulled the smooth white moons of her luscious rump apart and stuck his face between them with his mouth wide open. Out came his tongue, its tip searching and finding its mark. With a groan, the lad pressed his lips to the crinkled brown skin surrounding his mother's anus and rammed his tongue all the way up her butt.
"Huuuu-aaahhhhhhhh!!" Marge screeched, nearly pissing, it felt so marvelous, and without the slightest hesitation, she returned his oral favor in kind, shivering with the double-barreled pleasure of having her butt speared with tongue as she shot her own taste organ up into the tart-tasting depths of Kenny's tiny asshole.
The boy had been wrong. Her butthole didn't taste near as good as her steaming pussy. But his tongue was full into her by the time he discovered this, and she seemed to like it so much – was doing the same thing to him and, man, did it feel great! – that he had no regrets. Actually, the inside of her ass had a tangy flavor all its own, which wasn't bad once the initial shock of it had passed. His mother was sucking his pooper now, plunging her tongue in and out of it, and he was more than willing to do the same, really wild-feeling things to her.
Mother and son clung to each other's buns, performing frenzied analingus upon one another, as their big dog, who was left out in the cold, trotted round and around their indecently locked-together bodies, yapping in frustrated desire. Bobo's long, slender red penis protruded from its furry sheath like an angry spear, its pencil-eraser head dripping canine precum onto the bedclothes. The big German shepherd was ready and eagerly searching for a hole, any hole, so he could bury his dick in it and get in on some of the action.
Because of the strain involved in his awkward position – hanging onto her thigh-elevated hips from below like a monkey – Kenny stopped eating his mother's butthole while she was still going strong on his. His neck was hurting when he let go of her feverish buttocks and allowed his head to fall back to the bed. He lay there whimpering with delight as her lips continued to suck at his tingling rectum, her long, hot tongue reaming rapid-fire into his pleasured anal canal.
Above him he could see her hairy slot fluttering and snapping with the intensity of her lustful desire. She was full of hot goo again. It was dribbling out over her swollen cuntlips in rivulets, stretching down from her crotch in silvery, sparkling strings that dangled obscenely between her thighs. Droplets of her over-abundant pussy juice pattered down like warm summer rain upon the boy's face. He opened his mouth to catch the glutinous strings of yummy woman paste oozing down out of her copiously secreting vagina.
Keep it coming! he thought. I'll drink all you've got! And don't stop sucking my shitter… ohhhh… whatever you do, Mama!
At last Bobo spotted a hole, two of them in fact, and the big German shepherd reared up pawing the air. His canine tongue was hanging out when he mounted Marge's kneeling body from behind, just as if she were a bitch in heat he happened upon some alley. The pointed tip of his turgid penis embedded itself in her spit-slick anus. It didn't matter a whit to the ruttish animal which of his mistress' holes he used. He wrapped his forelegs around her waist, and letting out a yelp, hunched every bit of his long, tapering prick into her defenseless anal aperture.
"Nnnaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Marge squealed, her head flying up and back with her mouth agape.
It felt like at least a yard of red-hot dog cock had been rammed up her cringing asshole. But she wasn't complaining, even though it took her breath away. This was what she needed now – a good, stiff dick to ream her ass deep and hard.
"God… ohh, gawd!" she groaned, when Bobo started hunching his dog dick to her with a flurry of motion, his back arching swiftly to drive his red prong like a piston in and out of her gripping, fluttering brown anus.
What his penis lacked in girth – and it was bigger around than Kenny's at the base – was more than made up for by its length and hotter-than-human temperature. Marge thought she would faint, it felt so unbelievably good! Bobo's plunging pecker was packing her feces back up her colon. Evidently the pointed tip of his rod had speared the lowest turd, for she could feel with every jangling nerve in her pleasure-soaked body the fat, hard plug that was bobbing up and down in her anal canal at the end of the dog's furiously thrusting organ.
"Oh, my stars!" she trilled, shuddering ecstatically as the lewd bliss of it bombarded her lust-enslaved brain. "Jesus… ohhhhhhh… oh, sweet Jesusss!!"
"Hump it to her, Bobo!" Kenny cried excitedly. "Mama likes it up the ass! Cornhole her good!"
"Yes, yes!" Marge agreed, her hand shaking like a leaf as she reached out for the cucumber Kenny had had waiting for her when she came in the door. "And you," she gasped, handing the phallic-shaped vegetable to her son, "Can shove… this thing up… my cunt… and fuck me… with ittt!!"
"You bet, Mama!"
It sounded like a great idea. Kenny wasn't about to give her any argument. He took the long, fat cuke from her trembling hand and worked its smaller end into the quivering gap between her legs. Since it shut off the fascinating view of Bobo's tapered peter pistoning into her expanding and contracting brown rectum, the lad wasted no time getting the cucumber into his breathless mother. He captured the rear of it in his right palm and, with a single forceful push, skewered it swiftly in through the stretchable, secretion-slick outer folds of her hairy crack, making her cunt take the whole thing in one quick, flesh-straining gulp.
"Nnaaaa-gggaaahhhhhh!" Marge croaked, as the rounded end of the cucumber crashed against the tender neck of her uterus with a jolt that jarred her teeth.
But, again, she wasn't complaining; for although the rough penetration had caused her a certain amount of physical discomfort, the vulgar thrill of having the large cuke stuffed up her seared her intestines with a fiery blast of unadulterated carnal pleasure. She sucked air gaspingly, her perspiration-sheened body shivering and shaking rapturously as her big dog continued to drive his pecker a mile a minute into her tremulous bowels.
The shape of Bobo's driving dong – about the size of a pencil eraser at the tip and flaring back to a base slightly larger than the circumference of Kenny's penis – kept Marge's nerve-laden anus opening and closing around it several times per second. Each time he hunched it to her, it was like being penetrated for the first time all over again. The German shepherd was going like sixty. He clung to her feverish torso with his forelegs, his tongue hanging out, dripping saliva on her back as his arching spine kept his rear end flying back and forth.
Marge's big dog was sodomizing her faster than any man alive could ever hope to do. His ass was a blur of motion, that ramrod dick of his ramming deep into her roiling bowels, the fat turd impaled on its tip acting like a plunger within the elastic tunnel of her quivering shit chute. The rapidity of Bobo's deep, turd-packing thrusts was pumping her full of the most gloriously perverted pleasure. Now that her little boy had stuffed that big cucumber tip her snatch, it was getting so good she could hardly stand it!
"Oh, Jesus… ahhhhhhh… oh,Christ!" she said, shivering with lewd delight from the top of her head clear down to the tips of her dainty toes. "Fuck it into. me… ooouuuu… you beautiful beast! Ahhh, God… up my ass! Deeper harder… faster!Cornhole the… naahhhh… shit out… ohhhh… of meee!!"
"It feels good, huh, Mama?!" Kenny asked excitedly.
"Good Lord,yesss!" Marge wailed. "Oh, Kenny…son… I'm dying! Burning up! Ohh,ohhhhhh! My clit… suck it, baby, pul-eezziee?!"
The lad threw both arms around her waist, slipping his hands in between her back and Bobo's hairy belly, and pulled himself up. Her pulsating pussy tried to expel the cuke. He caught the end of it with his teeth and shoved it back up her, his face splatting in the slippery crack of her steaming twat. Bobo's tight nuts tap, tap, tapped against the top of his head, while the undersurface of the dog's slick, heated shaft sawed luridly at the middle of his forehead. In his excitement, Kenny didn't mind a bit. Holding the cucumber in his mother's vagina with the front of his upper lip and the end of his nose, he enclosed her tiny woman cock with his lips and drew it into his mouth far as it would stretch. He began sucking her clitoris for all he was worth, and scrubbing its raw-red head furiously with the roughened upper surface of his scratchy little tongue.
"Haaaa-lllaaaahhhhhh!!" Marge trilled, the features of her face twisting into a mask that clearly mirrored the intensity of her salacious delight.
She grabbed her son's prick and skinned it back roughly. Heaving a whimper-like sob, she took the top half of it into the moist heat of her hungry oral cavern. Her puffy red oral petals tightened around Kenny's shaft and she started blowing him like the greedy cocksucker she realized at last that she truly was – and wanted to be – her insatiable tongue curling ruttishly over the taut-skinned surface of his salty, musky-tasting dickhead.
Time stood still for Marge. What with the cucumber jiggling around in her pulsing cunt, Bobo's pecker ramming in and out of her erogenous asshole and her throbbing clitoris being sucked by her horny child, Marge was half out of her mind with the incessant bombardment of carnal pleasure which the diversified stimulation of her raw-nerved privates produced. The three-way connection of mother, son and dog was blatantly obscene, but Marge responded to it with every nerve and cell in her sweat-soaked, forty-three-year-old body. Illicit thrills careened about inside her. She'd never dreamed that sex could be as wild and wickedly exciting as this.
She felt the lump of canine semen begin popping in and out of her fluttering rectum as it worked its way up Bobo's febrile red shaft, and she was ready for it. Her own orgasm was threatening to blast her apart any second. Her voracious act of willful incestuous fellatio had Kenny's darling dick quivering with the onset of his impending climax and, more than anything, she wanted the three of them to go off together.
A few seconds later, Marge got her wish. Bobo emitted a howl and crammed his tapering prick all the way up her burning, itching asshole for the final time. The force of his spiraling canine ejaculate blew the turd off the end of his balls-deep dong like an over-sized cork from a spring-powered popgun. The impact of it jarred her intestines and, a split second later, the torrential gush of her pet's release flooded her bowels with a squirting inundation of superhot dog cum.
The surging mass of sticky animal sperm gave her an enema such as she'd never had before. As the massive load jetted into her ass with a single, geyser-like eruption, it triggered her release mechanism and sent her hurtling into a climax of her own.
"Mmmmm-nnnaaahhh!!" she moaned around her mouthful of pulsating meat, her fiery-red clitoris twitching rhythmically as it drew back jerkily from her son's suctioning mouth and disappeared into the fluttering folds of inflamed cuntflesh at the top of her joyously spasming hairy hole.
The head of Kenny's peter swelled up like a balloon in the vacuum chamber of her rapaciously suctioning mouth, then began throbbing urgently as the child heaved a mournful moan of fulfillment into her sopping-wet pussy. His arms lost their grip on her waist and his head fell back to the mattress between her knees. The cucumber started slipping down out of her snatch, looking for all the world as if she was growing a huge, obscene green cock. Marge grabbed it with her trembling, red-nailed fingers and pushed it back up her clasping vagina until she could feel its deeper end touching the hypersensitive mouth of her convulsing womb.
"Mama!" Kenny gasped, his stony young organ, pounding blissfully inside her gluttonous mouth. "Ohhhhhhh…ung, ung… aaaahhhhh… uunngg… ma-mmmaaaahhhhhhhh!!"
Marge's quivering red lips drew out lasciviously around the white, spit-slick column of her son's boyish turgidity as she lifted her head. SLURP! came the lustful report as she lost his blood-engorged glans.
"Oh, yes, darling… gawd, gawddd!!" she groaned, and started lapping up the few precious drops of milky-white boyish cream as it bubbled up from his adolescent loins and oozed luridly from the tiny, pouting mouth at the tip of his expanding and contracting pecker.
The twin channels of her vaginal and anal sheaths were clutching spastically at the fat cucumber and the twitching canine phallus stuffed up them.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, smacking her lips in delectation when she swallowed the scrumptious reward of pure sexual nectar her greedy tongue had collected as it seeped from the urethral opening of her young son's adorable, orgasmically pulsating penis.
"Uunnnn, uunnnn, uunnnnn!" Kenny chanted, his slender, nine-year-old body shaking rapturously.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh!!" Marge answered him, her dilated sex split dribbling hot cunt oil as a series of flesh-quaking tremors wracked her perspiration-drenched torso. "Cumming! Ohh, sweet shit… we're all cccuuummmiiinnnggg!!"
Kenny pushed his mother's hand out of the way and shoved his small fist into her gaping, snapping snatch, driving it in until the other end of the cuke jammed her climactically convulsing womb clear up into the lower part of her heaving ribcage.
"Wwwhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" Marge bleated, for her little boy's vulgar action doubled the already ungodly pleasure of her spine-wrenching climax.
"Take it… ohhhhhhh… take it, ma-maaahhhhh!!" the lust-lost child squealed.
"Yes, yes ohhh, yesss!!" Marge groaned gutturally, her puffy red lips drawing back over her clenched-together white teeth as Kenny beat at the lower end of the cucumber like it was a punching bag, making the deeper end of it bang rapid-fire against the raw-nerved neck of her dislocated, orgasmically spasming uterus.
And the long, red cock of their dog was still buried to the hilt in her butt, its pointed head spitting cum into her churning bowels as its superheated shaft pounded with a heartbeat-like rhythm in the gripping cylinder of her rippling, pleasure-soaked anal canal.
Sweat poured off Marge's shuddering body.
"Aaaahhhhh… Aaaahhhh… Aaaahhhhhh!" she chanted, her head drooping down in a series of jerky motions until it came to rest between Kenny's thighs.
With the point of her chin nuzzling her child's saliva-moistened asshole, Marge mindlessly rubbed her sweaty, lust-contorted face against the comparative coolness of the sheet.
"Aaahhhh-gggaaahhhhh… ooooohhhhhhhhh… uuuunnnnnnn… aaaahhhhhh… oooouuuuuuuu… ohh, Jesus Goddd…mmmmmm… aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
She began blubbering incoherently as her all-consuming climax reached its excruciating peak. It was unbelievably good, this fit of agony/ecstasy which had taken, her over body and soul. Marge thought she would die!
Afterward she was limp as the proverbial dishrag. It felt as if every ounce of strength had been wrung out of her weakly twitching body. Her hands were still shaking when she fired up a much-needed cigarette and propped herself up with a pillow.
"You still going out with Doctor Alcorn Saturday night, Mama?"
"Uh-huh," Marge sighed, exhaling a cloud of bluish smoke.
"You gonna let him make love to you?"
Marge smiled. "Honey, I don't know. If he gets me hot enough, I suppose I will."
"He's a nice man," Kenny said.
"Yes, he certainly is," Marge replied.
"I don't think I'd mind too much," Kenny volunteered. "Long as you don't let nobody else but him."
"Oh?" Marge drawled. "Mother's little lover wouldn't be jealous?"
"Oh, I'd be jealous, all right," Kenny admitted. "But if you'll tell me about it when you get home, and let me do it to you, too, then it'd be okay… I think."
This was a pleasant surprise for Marge, her son/lover giving her permission to enjoy Doug's sexual attentions, for the wealthy dentist had quite a hammer on him and she was looking forward to their next date. And the way Kenny had put it, she knew it would only make their incestuous sexing more exciting if she came home well-screwed and told him all about it.
"Okay, you sexy little bugger," she giggled mirthfully. "I'm going to take you up on that. You may be sorry, though. Doug and I are quite attracted to one another, and I get the feeling he's looking for a wife. How would you like it if we decide to get married?"
"Just fine," Kenny grinned, "I like Doctor Alcorn a lot, but I'd be getting home from school a way lot sooner than he'd be getting home from his office, so we'd still have plenty of time to ourselves, wouldn't we?"
Marge laughed softly. She mashed out her cigarette and took her pride and joy into her arms. "Don't you worry, Son. Mother will always have time for her little lover, no matter what else happens."