Danny refrained from teasing. He seemed competent in his examination, using his fingers only to lay her pussy-lips farther open and to explore the consistency of each type of flesh he found, but even those contacts acted as powerful stimuli. Helen gasped frequently and moaned from time to time. By concentrating exclusively on her hips, she kept them still, but her belly writhed almost continuously.
At last her son straightened and gazed across her trembling body into her eyes. "Okay. I guess I've got a good picture of the parts," he said. He frowned as if trying to recall something. "Oh! I forgot!" He bent again and put his fingers to her pussy.
She dragged in a huge lungful of air as she felt him peeling back the fleshy hood over her clitoris. "AGHHH!" Her lips leaped.
Danny winced but continued his exploration, feeling the slopes and rubbing the tip of the tiny lump.
"Ah! Ah!" Helen's hips writhed and she swung them from side to side.
Danny took his hands away and straightened again. She saw beads of perspiration on his upper lip and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "That was your clitoris, then," he said.
"Yes!" she panted. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold still. That's the most sensitive spot a woman has, Son."
"It's okay. I could see it pretty good. It's awful little, though, isn't it?"
"Yes. It does swell, though. It's like a man's penis."
"Yeah?" He glanced down at her pussy again. "Thanks, Mom. That gets the old stuff out of the way."
"Old stuff?"
"Well, you know how they are in school. They do all the stuff they call 'basic' first. Like anatomy in this course. And then there's a lot of jazz about how a baby develops and gets born. After that, they separate the class. Mr. Duffy's got us guys now. He's going into the stuff about marriage relations. I really need help seeing what he's getting at there!"
Helen stiffened. "Like what?" she demanded.
"Like stimulus centers and reactions."
She heaved a sigh of relief. She'd visualized his wanting to explore the mechanics of insertion. "Well…" she hesitated. "That's going to be tougher, Son."
"How come?"
She knew if she let him experiment in the techniques of stimulation, she wasn't going to be able to maintain any semblance of calm. It was barely possible she might lose control of herself, altogether, and grab him in her passion. She couldn't let herself forget that strange inner excitement she sometimes felt about him. On the other hand, if it was legitimate for him to examine her as he had, it was surely as legitimate for him to see for himself how various sensual centers could be used to affect the woman's responses.
"Sex stimulus affects involuntary nerves," she said slowly. "I know I couldn't cooperate right. There's a natural effort sometimes to interfere – the sensation's just too strong to take, even though it's wonderful."
Danny nodded, his face clouding with disappointment.
"Look, Danny," she said impulsively. "What time is it?"
He glanced at his watch. "Three."
"All right. There's time and there's a way. Run back to my room and get two or three pairs of my nylons."
Danny scowled, perplexed, then shrugged and turned. Helen smiled through her turmoil to note that he literally ran. In a moment, he was back with a handful of her stockings. He still showed no sign of understanding.
"I don't get it, Mom."
"I know. The problem is my being able to stay in one place so you can keep at a spot long enough to find out what it does."
"Yeah," he nodded.
"There's only one way to be sure of that. Tie me in the right position."
His eyes widened and he stared at her incredulously. "Tie you?"
"It's all right. It won't hurt me, and you can go at whatever speed turns out to be right. But you'll have to realize I'm going to act differently from what you've ever seen me do before."
"Okay. How shall I tie you?"
"Better get my hands out of the way, for one thing." She extended her arms as if she meant him to spread-eagle her.
Danny quickly lashed her wrists, securing the stockings from each to one of the table legs. She trembled.
"We'll want to finish before five forty-five," she reminded him. "I want to be presentable by the time your father gets home."
He stared at her. "That's a long time!"
"A lot more than you need. I just don't want you to get preoccupied and forget what time it's getting to be."
"Okay!" There was awe in his tone. "Gee! I can really take my time!" He looked hungrily at her tits and she winced. "What next? I've got your hands."
"Well, I'd certainly try to clamp my legs together."
"Oh! Okay!" He knotted a stocking around each of her thighs, at the knee, and fastened the loose ends to the table legs, spreading her crotch tautly. Without consulting her, he then used a third pair of her nylons, looping them on her ankles and, to her amazement, running the free ends to her shoulders, where he tied each to an upper arm, pulling her heels against the sides of her butt-cheeks.
"Danny! My goodness!"
"Well, that'll keep you from moving your knees much."
She laughed shakily. "I can move my feet, though."
"How?"
She raised her feet and realized there wasn't enough length in the hose to let her move them more than a few inches. "I take it back," she mumbled. "They aren't going anywhere."
"Do you mind if I talk to myself once in a while?" her son asked.
"No."
"What if I forget and use the wrong word?"
"Don't worry about it, Son. Concentrate on one thing at a time."
He grinned and came to her side. "I know this isn't going to seem right, Mom, but Mr. Duffy said the lips were the first zone."
"Mmph! Well, all right."
He took her face between his hands and bent close, touching her lips with his. The first contact was light and dry, no more erotic than their customary good-night kiss. But his lips worked on her's and the pressure increased and their mouths got wet. Her son's kiss was transformed by some alchemy she made no effort to understand to that of a lover. Warmth seeped through her and she let her lips part, touching his with her tongue tip. His tongue darted out to meet her's and then drove into her mouth. She gulped and began to suck. Like a symbol for a penis! she thought. Even if it is just his tongue in my mouth, he's got part of him inside me! My own son! The conscious admission at a moment when sexual desire was making her writhe horrified her. She tugged at the nylons and whimpered in her throat. She was writhing sensually by the time Danny raised his mouth from hers.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That works!" He flushed. "On me, too."
She Lanced at his trouser-front and saw that it was tented.
He's got a beautiful cock, she thought. I know he has! It was beautiful when he was little. Pride surged in her and she had an irresistible longing to see what kind of man her son was becoming. "Danny, did Mr. Duffy say anything about visual stimulus?"
"Yeah. He said men got a lot more excited looking at things than most women."
"That's true, I think. When a man's doing things to her, though, seeing his body stimulates her."
"Yeah? It does? Hey, okay if I get undressed, then?"
"Yes." She tried to shake off the guilty feeling that washed over her.
Danny shed his clothes with adolescent awkwardness. She studied his body. He had fine shoulders, as she already knew, and his belly was flat and hard, more like a man's than a boy's. His hips were narrow and taut-looking and his cock stood proud and thick. Circumcised – because the doctor had spoken of cleaning problems and the danger of infections – the head was a great, meaty bulb, very dark with its charge of trapped blood. The shaft was frightening in its diameter; she guessed it was considerably thicker than her wrist and knew it was far bigger than either Art's or Barry's.
That's his Indian half, she thought with a thrill of pride. But, God, could a woman really take that?
Danny returned to the table and bent over her again. When he did, his cock rested on it, rigid and hard-looking. He played with her boobs, squeezing them gently, massaging them, and experimenting with her nipples. She had no idea how much of her mounting excitement resulted from his manipulations and how much from her painful awareness of the situation. Regardless, desire flamed in her and she lashed about on the table, her hips rocking from side to side and her pussy pulsing with eagerness.
Danny ran his hands over her body, fingering her curies with a smile on his lips. "Duffy says there's lots of secondary centers all over the body," he remarked. "Someday I'll learn more about them on you. Right now, I want to be sure I see what the primary ones do." He went back to her crotch.
He caressed her pussy-lips gently, the light touch shooting fierce waves of pleasure through her and producing vigorous undulations in her hips.
She moaned happily. "Oooh, that feels good, Son! Mmmm!"
He ran a fingertip around the rim of her cunt hole and she grabbed a taut stocking in each hand and pulled furiously.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, Danny!"
His fingers left her for an instant, and then she felt them stripping back the hood of her clitoris.
"Mmmm!" She bucked violently. "Aghhh!"
He coated the tiny organ with thick juice from her cunt and began to rub it. She lost all control of her actions, thrashing in her bonds and moaning loudly. The pleasure that flooded her was so intense it hurt, and a vast hunger grew in the mouth of her pussy. While Danny continued to massage her clitoris with the fingers of one hand, those of the other returned to her cunt-lips.
"Don't get mad, Mom, but… Well, this was one of the centers." He plunged a finger into her hole, twisting it back and forth and jabbing it in and out.
"Ohhh! Ahhh! I'm not… mad! It is one! Oh, Danny! Son! Ram it hard!" He jammed the finger in to its knuckle.
"Use… use two! Maybe three! Omigod, Son! Oooh!"
She felt a great increase in fullness and knew Danny had inserted more fingers in her box. She slammed her cunt onto his hand repeatedly, her pleasure driving her past caring how she looked to him. She became aware of slippery strokes over her bung.
"What's… that?" she panted.
"My thumb, Mom."
"Oh."
His thumb paused over her tightly closed asshole and pushed. She felt her sphincter stretching to admit it and tilted her head back.
"Danny! Aghhh!" she cried out and let her ass flail on the hugeness of his buried thumb. "My God, Son! Omigod!"
"I got stuff up your vagina and your ass, Mom." His voice sounded hoarse to her. "It sure makes you move around!"
"God yes! It's going to make me have an orgasm!"
"Yeah? Really?"
"Mmmm! Yes!"
"Mom, he said the biggest stimulus of all was… well…"
She gazed groggily at her son. He stood erect, both hands hidden behind the forest of her pussy hair, his enormous cock jutting over her. The shaft pulsed and there was a strand of clear mucus dangling from the angry-looking slit in the head. His crotch hair was black and thick and she recalled with a shiver the great size of his balls. Suddenly she realized what he was hinting.
"No, Danny! Not that! No, for God's sake!" But why not? she asked herself in a flash of recklessness. Why not? That's part of it! "All right, Danny! Go ahead! He's right."
Danny trembled violently as he withdrew his hands. He seized the huge shaft and guided the head down to her cunt mouth. His face expressed wonder as his heat and hers mingled and her cunt began to open to his pressure. She felt the head sink through the firm rim of her pussy-lips and glide slowly up the length of her cunt, the hard shaft stroking inward after it. She thrust herself onto the intruding prick, her butt quivering and tight and her belly hard.
"Ahhh!" she bubbled with joy. "Ahhh!"
Her son's hips surged forward to drive his prick to its limit in her hole, and his pelvic bone slammed onto the outer flesh of her pussy. He jerked his hips back, withdrawing the buried cock until the head lay just inside her gash, then rammed it home again. She cried out and flung herself onto the driving prick. Her son's thrusts accelerated and he banged violently at her.
"Mom! Mom! I can't stop!" A deep note of panic rang in his voice and he had an anguished expression in his face. "Mom! I didn't mean to! I just wanted to see what it did to you! I didn't mean to fuck you all the way!"
She soothed him with gentle urgency. "It's all right, darling! It's all right!" She saw the depth of his distress and urged him. "Fuck me, darling! Go ahead and fuck me! It's all right, Son!"
His cock slammed back and forth savagely and her cunt flamed. She felt as if the shaft were crushing her tissues against the bony circle of her pelvis and his cockhead were displacing all her organs. His anguish had cleared, replaced by ecstasy, and his hands kneaded her waist and pulled her butt against his thighs.
"Yes, yes, darling!" she panted.
"Mom! Mom! Here it comes! Unnnh!"
His cock-shaft pulsed sharply and hot jism seethed into her cunt filling her belly with foreign heat. She clamped the rim of her cunt on his cock, squeezing with hard contractions and praying for her own orgasm. Danny broke into convulsive tremors and the great cock went limp and soft. He pulled it out instantly, great drops of sweat pouring from him.
"Mom!" he murmured brokenly and came around the table to hold her face. "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry!"
"Danny, baby," she whispered. "Oh, Danny! How did it feel, Son?"
"Jesus, Mom! Like nothing I ever felt before!" He grinned bashfully. "You got awful excited, didn't you."
I still am! she thought. She nodded and smiled. "You found all the spots, Son. There's still a lot to learn, though."
"There is?"
"Yes. Maybe I'd better teach you while all this is fresh in your mind."
"Would you, Mom?"
"Yes. You might as well untie me now."
"You know that was kind of fun. Having you tied up, I mean. I like that."
"Well, maybe I'll let you do that again sometime."
"Oh, Mom! Would you! Please?"
"Yes."
"Promise?"
She laughed and hard thrills raced through her. "I promise."
"Wow!" Danny shouted.
He untied her quickly, and she went back to the bathroom where she douched and washed. As an afterthought, she sprayed herself with her best cologne. When she returned to the front of the house, Danny was sprawled in an armchair in the living room. He glanced up at her entry, astounded at her continued nakedness.
"Time for more of the lesson," she said with mock formality.
"What are you going to teach me now?"
"Let's demonstrate instead of talk. Okay?"
"Sure."
She stretched herself along his body, straddling one of his thighs to let its hardness ease the hunger of her pussy, and put her arms around him. "Kiss me again, Son."
Their lips locked and her tongue probed for his. He explored her throat with his tongue tip and she writhed on him, her boobs scrubbing the sparse hair on his chest, her cunt grinding on his thigh. When she drew back to look into his face through a film of happy tears, she knew he was no longer Fooled by the academic pretense.
When he spoke, his voice had a tone of new maturity. "Mom," he said very softly. "You just want to fuck with me, don't you?"
She cringed. "Yes," she whispered. "I didn't until it happened, but I do now. Besides, there really are a lot of things you don't know yet."
"Yeah." He kneaded her ass and sighed. "I've dreamed I was fucking you lots of times. It never did turn out like today." A faraway look of bliss stole into his eyes. "Never wild like that was. Mom, the second I stuck my cock into you I knew I couldn't stop! I knew I had to go all the way!"
"I know."
The telephone rang. Helen groaned and scrambled off her son. "Why don't you get it, honey? You've got to get your blood circulating again."
"Okay," he grinned, laying his hand on her belly for a moment before leaving her. In a moment, he was back. "Dad," he said. "Says there's an emergency meeting with the State Highway engineers tonight. He called from the airport to say he'd be home the middle of tomorrow morning."
"Oh, dear!" she wailed.
Danny grinned. "Hey, Mom! We can play a lot! Okay?"
She realized how such a suggestion would have horrified her two hours earlier. "A regular orgy, you mean," she said dryly.
Danny grinned and ducked his head. "I guess so. All kinds of games."
"Yes. I guess we can do that."
"Wow! Gee, thanks, Mom!" He grabbed her, pulling her to him and rubbing his body against her jugs. He slid his hand down her side to her hip, then around her and between her thighs to clutch at her pussy. She squirmed, but his other arm was like a bar across the small of her back, and he dug his fingers deeply into her crotch, raising her feet from the floor. "This is fun, Mom! I like playing with you like this!"
Savage lust roared in her and she clung to him. "I like it, too!" she said in a strangled tone.
"Hey, Mom, is it true animals and people fuck sometimes?"
"Danny! How should I know?"
"I mean, would it be possible?"
The pressure of his hand in her cunt burned wariness out of her. "Why not? Male animals have penises and get erections, just like men do. Females have… have vaginas."
"Yeah, I guess so. I heard someone talking about it. Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Mom, I'd sure like to see that once."
"Ugh! I don't know where you'd find an animal that would do it!"
"I mean a male animal and a woman."
"That's even more unlikely! You'd never find a woman who'd do that for you!" She sighed and pressed her thighs together on his hand, then grinned broadly. "Other women aren't going to be thinking just of you. They're not going to do weird things for you like I am."
"But you would, wouldn't you?"
"What!"
"You'd let an animal fuck you so I could see how it worked, wouldn't you?"
"Danny!"
"Wouldn't you, Mom? Just for me?"
That was a safe commitment, she decided. She'd never have to honor it. He never would find an animal trained that way. "Yes. I guess I would, Son. I'm afraid you'd have a hard time finding an animal that accommodating, though."
"No, Mom! I don't think so!"
She laughed contentedly and hugged him. Let him have his fantasies, she thought. Tonight, I've got him.
"Smokey, Mom!" Danny set her on her feet, his hand still firmly locked in her cunt.
She leaned back and gazed into his earnest eyes, shaking her head. "Smokey wouldn't touch a woman, Son. He doesn't know anything about those things. Why, he's never even had a lady donkey!"
"He knows all about hard-ons," Danny insisted. "He's been going around with one half the time this week."
"He has? I didn't notice."
"That's because you don't see him often."
"Having an erection isn't having sex with a woman, Son. I'm afraid that just isn't practical."
"We could at least try!" He sounded irritated and hurt. "You just don't want to. You just said you would without meaning it."
'Danny, I meant it!" Damn it, I really didn't! But I'm not going to admit that. Besides, what's the harm in trying? Smokey's not going to do anything but try to hide.
"Okay! Come on, then!" Her son pulled his hand out of her throbbing pussy and pulled her towards the back of the house. "Let's try, Mom. Just once."
"It's broad daylight, Danny! We can't go out naked like this!"
"Nobody can see us! Not the way you and Dad have the place screened off!"
Convincing or not, he was stronger than she. He gripped her wrist firmly and dragged her with him. They crossed the yard and ducked through the hedge into Smokey's compound. Danny led her into the ass' corral.
"You better use the feed table," he said.
Helen hesitated, surveying the table her husband had insisted on to keep the hay off the ground. It did look the right height, coming almost exactly to the level of the fiery little beast's belly. At the moment, there was a thick layer of sweet-smelling hay on it and Smokey was wandering about disconsolately, his cock projecting from its sheath, rigid and an angry red.
"Good heavens! I see what you mean about erections!" she exclaimed.
Danny urged her across the corral to the feed table. "Just bend over it, I guess," he said.
Reluctantly, she bent forward and lay on her belly on the table, her feet on the pulverized ground. The hay pricked her flesh, but it smelled so sweet and provided such a pleasant cushion she didn't object. Danny began to tie a tag end of frayed rope around her left wrist.
"Danny! What's the big idea?"
He smiled apologetically. "He's going to have enough to get used to without worrying about where you're going. You said so yourself in the dining room."
"Oh, all right." She knew it gave her son an enormous erotic thrill to see her helpless, and it wasn't going to hurt her. She let him knot loops around both wrists and waited to see how he meant to position her. He pulled her forward on the table until her boobs cleared the forward edge and her thighs pressed the opposite side. I don't know why we call it a table, she thought, squirming uncomfortably. It's nothing but a two-by-twelve.
Danny groaned. "You can't do it like that," he said. "That's no good." And then, excitedly, "I know, Mom! Wait!" He raced to the shelter and brought back the tattered old saddle. Helping his mother to her feet, he flung the saddle onto the table, where it appeared to fit as well as it did on Smokey. "Now! Lie over that!"
She lowered her belly onto the saddle, lying precariously across it. Danny tied loops to her ankles, ignoring her hands, and pulled her legs apart to an impossible angle, securing her feet to the table supports. Grasping her waist, he slid her forward so the saddle was under her hips and lower belly, her torso hanging over the other side and her ass in the air. She struggled, but he seized the rope fragments that dangled from her wrists and quickly lashed her wrists to her ankles.
"My God, Danny! Not this way!" She tried to imagine how her cunt must be gaping.
"Mom! This is the greatest! Wow, what a playground!" He ran his hand over her back and onto her ass. "You'd make a great toy!"
"Oh, sure!" She stared at the way her hair swept the ground, shimmering auburn strands brushing dung-rich, dark earth, and looked past her legs at Smokey, still shuffling around the corral with his engorged hard-on bobbing. It's a good thing he's not going to know what to do, she thought with a shudder. That thing's so big it would split me right down the middle! But, God, how it would feel going in!
Danny acted as if he'd momentarily forgotten the donkey. He squatted at her head, reaching around her with both hands to fondle her jugs. "I like the way your tits hang when you're like this, Mom." He chuckled suddenly. "I think I'll milk you!" He repositioned his fingers and began to milk, using the technique he'd briefly practiced at a goat farm his class had visited.
Helen cried out in a burst of excitement. The strange, rolling pressure made her boobs feel as if they were swelling, and her nipples stretched to generate a wild kind of sensation throughout her body. She felt a rush of heat into the dangling tips of her boobs, precisely as if there were milk rushing to be squirted out.
"Danny! My God, Danny baby! You're making an animal out of me!" Her snatch throbbed and fingers of fiery excitement raced over her. "Oh, Son!"
He continued to milk her jugs, until she was thrashing violently on the saddle, the ropes biting viciously into her wrists and ankles. She knew nothing had ever produced even a similar sensation in her tits. "Ohhhh! Danny, you could make me come doing that!"
"Yeah? You really mean that? Hey, I'm going to sometime. Know what? I haven't seen you come yet!"
"No," she gasped, sensing she was nearer an orgasm than at any previous time during the day.
"Mom, a woman can come one time right after another, can't she?"
"Well…" she hesitated. "Sometimes."
"Bitchin'! How many times?"
"I don't know." The sensation in her tits had spread until her entire body felt as if it were being milked. She threw her head up and clenched her teeth, feeling a great churning in her belly. Her head roared and spots danced before her eyes. She would come now if she weren't careful. She dropped her head and tilted it to watch her son's hands. The sight of the strong, dark fingers rolling the flesh of her knockers and crushing her quivering nipples sent a powerful mental stimulus through her. She strained her butt-cheeks apart, then clamped them. A fierce contraction snapped her cunt mouth and raced inward along her barrel, with another and another behind it. She went rigid, forcing her limbs straight and arching her back. Her mouth opened wide, a deep, undulating groan pouring out. Tremors shook her and she knew only that she was lost in a sea of exquisite pleasure.
"Aghhhh! Nnnng! Danny, Danny, Danny!"
"Mom! MOM! You are! You're coming! Jesus, you're beautiful when you come, Mom!"
Her contractions ceased and she fell limp, hanging breathlessly. Her son stroked her aching tits and ran his hands onto her belly. She felt something at her twat.
"Danny?" She struggled for air. "Danny, what's that at my crotch?"
"At your pussy, Mom? Hey! That's Smokey! He really digs the smell of pussy juice!" Dan sprang to his feet and leaned over her.
She felt the donkey's wet nose rooting among her inflamed cunt tissues and then something hot and rough stroking them.
"Mom! He's licking you! He acts like he's eating all that stuff!"
She shuddered and moaned, her diminishing passion bounding into full bloom again. Her hips rocked and she saw her hair swishing in the dirt. The ass' broad tongue reached her cunt mouth and jabbed at it.
"Hey, Mom! Oh, Jesus! He's sticking his tongue down your cunt! Mom, he's going all the way in with it!"
The supple blade penetrated the length of her passage, snaking among the inner folds and scrubbing them. Her belly writhed and her ass leaped. She was in a frenzy, uncertain whether she was coming or not.
"Danny, baby! My God, he's eating me from the inside out!"
She felt the tongue leave her cunt as quickly as it had entered.
"Boy, is he hot!" exclaimed Danny. "Mom, you ought to see the way he's humping! Just like he already had that cock in something! Hey! He's going to try!"
"Oh, No! No, Son! Don't let him!" She jerked at the ropes frantically. "Oh, please!"
"Mom, that's what we're out here for. Mom, he is! He's going to fuck you!"
Her cunt puckered with her sudden fright. Looking under the wide, inverted vee of her legs she could see the agitated ass. His cock looked more formidable than before, and while she stared in fascination, she saw him rear on his hind legs and pranced towards her. She bit her lips and waited.
"I won't let him put his hooves on you, Mom." Danny panted audibly and she guessed he was forcing the donkey's forefeet apart.
In a moment, she knew she was right. She felt the hard feet against her sides, slipping towards her chest. And she felt a great, hard point touch her twat, perfectly centered.
"You guided his penis, Danny," she said accusingly.
"Sure! Wouldn't want it in your ass, would you?"
The point jabbed repeatedly, and she felt her cunt stretch impossibly to engulf it. A deep, joy-choked groan was wrenched from her as the giant cock sank home. It filled her belly and made her taste iron. Smokey scrambled with his forefeet and lodged them against projections on the saddle. She felt his cock pumping in her cunt like a monstrous piston, and her lust rocketed.
"He is, he is!" she yelled. "Danny! He's fucking me!"
"Oh, Jesus, Mom! He must be stretching you inside! He's got almost his whole dong in!"
She was able to see that his belly was within an inch of her pussy. And she could see his balls swing with the force of his lunges as he jerked his cock back and then drove it deeper into her twat in a terrifying succession of strokes. She was half-hypnotized by the contrast between her smoothly tapered, pale thighs and the ass' shaggy, grotesque legs. She held her breath while his black belly slammed closer and closer to her twat and suddenly she felt his impact in her outer flesh as well as in the depths of her belly. His hair was wire-stiff, and it stabbed a thousand pinholes in her butt. His cock stretched her hole so wide there was no room for further distention or for her over-taut rim to adapt and lose the sharp edge of the entering sensation. She jerked at her wrist ropes in time to the donkey's brutal rhythm, humping her body to meet his great thrusts. And she flung her head from side to side, biting at her shoulders in a frenzy of lust.
Agonizing contractions seized her twat, tightening it on Smokey's surging prick so hard she thought she'd rupture. "Honey!" she shouted. "Darling! I'm coming again!" She stiffened, absorbing the ass' blows without any possibility of defense. "I'm coming! Oh, God, am I coming! Eeeyaghhh!"
At the height of her orgasm, she knew her cunt walls were milking the tremendous cock. She felt the donkey rest his weight on her butt, his cock driven full length in her hole and quivering mightily. There was a great eruption of heat at the core of her belly and she saw her flesh balloon with the charge.
"He's coming! He's coming!" shouted Danny. "Mom! You ought to see him! Like he won the grand prize! Oh, Mom! Both of you!"
The donkey sagged on her and she collapsed, helpless to extricate herself or expel the prick that impaled her quivering snatch. She felt giddy and weak, but she was conscious of a perverse pride in the fact that she'd been able to take the donkey's cock. She was strangely self-satisfied, too, that she'd been able to accept him well enough to react and to reach a climax. That she'd been good enough to make him come was her crowning achievement.
"Oh, Mom! That was something I'll never forget! I wish I'd had the movie camera out here!"
"Danny Fredericson! Danny! You don't wish any such thing! You mention that camera again and you never will get to tie me up!"
"Ah, Mom!"
"I don't care! Just think what would happen if someone saw a movie of this!"
"Yeah, I guess so. Hey, Mom, Smokey's getting ready to get off."
"You help him. I don't want him kicking me."
There was an intense struggle. The donkey's cock hadn't shrunk sufficiently to come out without considerable tugging and his balance was poor. But with Danny's help Smokey was finally able to dismount Helen. She sighed deeply and let herself relax again.
"Now you can get me off here," she told Danny.
"Aw, Mom! Not yet."
"Now, Son."
"Naw. I've just got to do something. I'm ready to explode!"
"Danny!" she raged.
But she felt his hands on her butt-cheeks, caressing them gently and squeezing from time to time. She was furious at herself when she discovered herself humping with pleasure. It was bad enough to be defied; it was inexcusable to respond this way to her son's defiance. She made a sound that was half-laugh and half-sob.
"Goddamn it, honey! You're terrible!"
Danny laughed sympathetically. "I can't help it, Mom! Seeing you like this I can't help myself. Know what? I'm going to fuck you before I let you loose!"
"Oh, Danny! Not like this!"
"Like this." His fingers dipped into her twat and prodded the swollen lips of her pussy. He dragged his hands between her butt-cheeks and thrust them repeatedly into her ass. She bounced with helpless desire. She knew she wanted him to fuck her, no matter how grotesque her position.
"Danny?"
"Huh?"
"I want you to. I want you to, Son!"
He said, "This is going to be something else!"
She watched his feet as he stepped onto the table, straddling her. He squatted and she supposed he was trying to decide how to make his cock point the right direction. He removed her speculation.
"I've got to work at it this time," he panted. "What I'm doing is bending my cock down so I can poke it in you. Almost right. There!"
She felt the bulb at her butt-hole.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Mom."
"No you're not, Danny! Danny! No! Don't! UNNNH! Omigod, Danny!"
His cock had forced her sphincter until the great head had surged through. Now there seemed to be no end to the shaft as it plunged into her gut. She felt his balls press against her pussy and the bristles of his crotch hair mat around her tortured asshole. He began to stroke.
"Dan, Dan!" she groaned. "Oh, Dan, I'm awful! I love it!"
"God you're tight, Mom! Oh, God, Mom! I'm going to come just as fast as I did when you were on the table!"
He bounced on her ass, driving her breath from her in deep grunts and arousing her to a wild pitch of passion. She felt his fingers bite into her waist and his balls knock against her cunt. And suddenly he stopped bouncing.
"Ohhh!" he moaned as if in pain.
"Son! Danny! Are you all right?"
"It's coming out! Mom, I'm coming!" He settled on her and she felt a brutal force on her ass. She saw his feet leave the table and extend behind her. She knew he was balancing his entire weight on the base of his cock while he spewed his jism into her bowels.
"Ahhh…" She sighed with pleasure, feeling every subtlety of his actions. She decided there might be an advantage not to reach her orgasm every time; climactic sensations could mask the finer details of her partner's coming. She felt her son's cock swell with abrupt jerks as the heat spurted from it, and his balls twitched upward through her pussy hair and over her cuntlips with each spurt. She heard his labored breathing and its rasping irregularity. And her cunt filled for the second time in that position with a pool of hot cum. Dan rocked for a time before his body began to loosen. At last, he pushed himself off her and stood on the ground.
"Honey," she said, her voice muffled. "Get me down now, before Smokey decides to come back for seconds."
Danny laughed nervously. "Mom, if I thought he would, I'd keep you right where you are."
"Danny!"
"Ah, don't worry. He won't. He's had it." Danny untied her arms first, and when he loosened the second ankle, she slid head-first into the dirt. She lay in a heap waiting for her circulation to return, and Danny crouched beside her, massaging her limbs.
When the agony of renewed circulation subsided, she let him help her to her feet. "Come on back to the house, Son," she urged.
"Okay."
In the house, she realized it was past five. Danny seemed reluctant to take time out for supper, but she insisted.
"We'll both want all our strength," she suggested. "That is, unless you've had enough."
"We don't have to quit, do we, Mom? We can fuck some more after supper, can't we?"
"Yes."
"All night, maybe?"
She laughed. "We'll see."
"That means you don't think we will."
"Honey, you're welcome to try as long as you can hold out. I promise."