The idea of sucking his mother's cunt had a distinct appeal for Ned Marshal. His prick was waiting to shoot another load, but he was willing to postpone it as long as he could do something as nice as eat his mother out. He slid down on the bed and started to kiss the inside of her thighs. Babs's legs, like the rest of her body, were just about perfect, not fat, just nice and soft and very, very kissable.
He drew his tongue over the satiny skin, while his mother gave a gasp of delight. He made little circular patterns with his tongue tip, and then started to draw it up slowly toward her inviting twat, leaving a trail of saliva on her skin. Alternating licks and kisses, he brought himself closer and closer to her steaming pussy. He was two-thirds the way up her leg now, and he took a deep breath through his nostrils. He could smell a wonderful, rich odor, a very female sort of odor. His prick gave an extra surge of excitement, even though it was already so stiff it was about to burst.
He hastened his progress up the inside of her right thigh. Anything that smelled that heavenly must taste delicious. The smell got stronger and stronger, because the closer Ned got to her cunt, the more Babs found herself lubricating. Her pussy was awash with cunt-juice. Near his goal, Ned stopped kissing. He paused in awe of his mother's cunt.
There it was, inches from his face, with its delicate pink labia, its glistening drops of female lubricant, its light brown tufts of hair growing from the outer lips. It was all so feminine, so beautiful, that for a moment Ned hardly felt able to go on. He realized that it was through that hole, between those lips, that he had slid into existence eighteen years before. His prick trembled with excitement. There was something fantastically arousing about it.
He took another whiff. That smell! Half out of his mind with desire for his mother's pussy, he moved his face closer and flicked his tongue against the pert little nub that peeped from between the soft folds of labia. Babs gasped and gritted her teeth to keep from coming. That light touch on her fun-button felt so good! Flick, flick, flick. At this rate, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on. She wanted to prolong the action as much as possible.
Ned had a natural talent. By the third lick, he guessed from his mother's gasps, from the way her body tensed, that the effect was driving her wild with excitement. He'd heard about the clitoris, and now he could see for himself how incredibly sensitive it was. He guessed that if he licked his mother there much more, she'd certainly be coming. He also guessed that she'd prefer the tongue job to last a little longer. He shifted his attention to other, less sensitive parts of his mother's quim.
As she felt his tongue slide along the labia towards her hole, Babs gave a sigh of relief. The feeling of her son's tongue on her clit had been heavenly, but she couldn't have held her come a second longer if he'd gone on licking her like that. Ned drew his tongue towards her vagina, then worked the tip around the edge of that inviting hole. It felt fantastic for Babs too, but she was able to keep a grip on herself. There was just no part of her body anywhere as sensitive as her clit, which was a real hair-trigger job.
Slowly, Ned slid his tongue into the vagina, pressing its tip against the delicate cunt walls as he went. His mother was so warm and wet down there, and the thought that he'd been born through this very hole continued to excite him like crazy. Now he understood the need to return to the womb. It was a passionate desire to suck and fuck your mother. As he rubbed his tongue against the inside of his mother's cunt, the taste of the cunt-juices exploded in his mouth. Forget the Binaca blast; this was better! He just couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a mother who would let him enjoy the wonderful taste of her hot vagina.
I'm sucking off my own mother! I'm sucking my mother's cunt! The thought echoed in his mind. The unique wonder of it thrilled him to the core. He suddenly brought his tongue sliding up from her cunt, carrying with it a good dose of pussy fluid into his mouth. It was so nice that he repeated the trick a couple of times, while his mother's little moans showed just how nice she thought it all was.
Babs had very sensitive tits, and while her son was eating her out, she was doing everything she could to make sure they didn't feel neglected.
She made use of the new knowledge of how sensitive the undersides of her breasts were. She caressed them with her fingertip. Then she squeezed and pressed the whole globes, taking her nipples in her fingers and pressing and pulling on them. It amused her to pull them out as far from her breasts as they would stretch, then let go. She also wetted her fingertips and gave deft little flicks to the pink nubs.
Ned had let up for a moment on the probing of her twat-hole with his tongue, and instead was slurping away on her labia like a cat licking cream. He was making little raids against her clit, too, sending his tongue out to brush against it before sliding back to lick some other portion of her feminine anatomy.
He's really good, Babs thought as she felt the tip of his tongue graze quickly across her clit. He had learned at the beginning of this tongue job to be careful handling her clit if he didn't want her coming too soon. And he had discovered just the amount of attention he could give it. Every time that tongue of his flicked across her little fun-button, she gave a shudder of delight, but there was enough of an interval between flicks that she could hold her juices in. She had that beautiful feeling that this wonderful suck would go on forever. She had just enough time to cool off after each lick, just enough time to hold off that orgasm.
Ned felt like he was going out of his mind with excitement. His prick was aching for an orgasm. He knew he wouldn't have to do much more than touch it to bring it spurting away, so he kept his hands off his meat.
He was saving his next come so he could really give his mother a bang.
He was proud of the way he'd managed to get her off so well the first time, and he was determined to show her he was a two-shot guy.
He couldn't wait much longer though. It was wonderful to lick his mother's cunt, but the more he did it the hotter he got. He just had to bring her off soon. Ned ran his tongue hard along her labia to suggest this was it. He was now working up to bringing her off, and Babs was glad he was. The delight he was giving her between the legs was delicious, but she wasn't sure she could stand much more without going out of her skull.
"I'm almost there," she said, clueing him in, guiding him. "Almost there, son. Oh!"
This last was a sort of half-scream as the tip of Ned's tongue wound her up just a little bit tighter. He pressed his tongue hard against her clitoris, and this was all she needed. "I'm coming! O-h-h-h!" she moaned as her cunt pulsated with excitement, every nerve in her body firing, every muscle trembling! "Oh! O-h-h-h-h-h!" Her pelvis was bucking and heaving, slamming against her son's face, but he didn't mind. He kept his face pressed against her moist cunt, his lips and tongue still trying to get as much of the fast-flowing juices as they possibly could. She went on like that for some time.
At last the spasms died away, but for awhile Ned continued to lick away on his mother's twat. It was too beautiful to ignore, and he just couldn't tear his nose away from something that heavenly smelling. "If you're trying to lick me dry," Babs said weakly, "you'll never make it.
No guy every has. I'm far too wet a broad for that. I'm too hot." Ned lifted his face, smiling, after one final lick to his mother's cunt.
"Taste nice?" she asked.
"Beautiful," Ned gasped. "You know, Mom, I almost think that sucking a twat is as nice as fucking it!"
"You're not the first guy to feel that way," she said. "Your father for one is really crazy about sucking me. Dan just loves it."
Babs thought she saw a cloud pass momentarily over her son's face. "I guess I shouldn't have mentioned your father, huh?" she asked gently.
Ned shrugged. "This time I didn't feel so bad about having sex with you – I don't know why – but then when you mentioned Dad, I think maybe it isn't so cool to be screwing some other dude's wife, particularly when that means you're moving in on your dad's woman. You know what I mean?"
Hearing her son talk like this gave Babs's clit a tingle of excitement.
It meant he was every bit as sensitive and caring a person as she had always suspected him of being. "Listen," she said, "your father and I love each other, and for a couple married eighteen years that's not bad at all. Better than most! But romance aside, you'll find there really aren't many people permanently satisfied with just one fuck partner, no matter how good that guy is. And your father, by the way, is very good."
It made Ned happy to know that his father was a good cocksman. "So you and he haven't been entirely faithful?" he asked his mother. All this so fascinated him that he forgot about the yearning in his cock.
"Hell no. I think we'd have to be about half as horny as we are to stay completely faithful to each other. If I didn't make it on the side, I would never have had any experience outside of Dan. Remember, I was a child bride. I get horny when Dan is on the road. When you came in tonight, I was beating off. And why not? He's been away for a week, and my pussy needed some action. I'm glad you and I got together. Let's face it, a taboo can't hold you back when you're horny. I'm glad you're concerned about your father, but there certainly isn't any need to have all sorts of illusions about what goes on when he's away on these business trips of his. He fucks like crazy out there."
"That doesn't bug you?"
"No. If it did, I'd have to feel guilty about wanting other guys, and when I look at something as delightful as your prick, there's just no way that I can keep from wanting it!" Ned smiled. All this stuff that his mother had told him was a surprise, but it excited him to think of his own parents sleeping around a lot. He didn't feel bad about fucking his mother, now that he knew he wasn't luring her away from a life of fidelity to his father. Besides, that remark she'd made about his prick recalled his attention to it. He was again aware how incredibly much he needed to get his rocks off. He looked down at it, felt it.
Babs spoke. "I think I'd better take care of that bone-on you've got before it breaks off. What kind of position would you like to fuck in?"
"You're the one with the experience. What do you think would be nice?"
Babs thought for a moment. "Well, you've already shown that you know how to be aggressive. That was one of the best straight fucks I've had in a long while. How about a position where I do all the work? After all, I've been keeping you pretty hard at it, your having to pound me, then lick my pussy."
"Yeah, sounds okay," Ned said. He had no need just then to prove what a stud he was. As long as he and Babs were both able to get some pleasure out of a position, it was fine by him. And he was confident that any position his mother suggested would give them both plenty of pleasure.
"Okay," she said, "lie on your back here on the bed and I'll see what I can do." Ned lay back, his prick throbbing with eagerness. Did he ever need to come?! His mother could tell from the incredible tension of his prick how horny he was, and she felt a glow of maternal pride as she realized she had such a virile son, one who could get off two good shots. She placed a knee on either side of her son's hips, so her cunt was right over his turgid prick. She reached between her legs and took his cock in her hands. She could hear him catch his breath as he felt the pressure of her hand on his organ. She held it aloft and then started to squat down, carefully positioning her son's rod so it was pointing right into her cunt.
Ned felt the gentle touch of her labia brushing the fleshy knob of his whanger, felt the lips part as his mother continued to lower herself.
He looked at her in ecstasy. She was so beautiful, with chestnut hair, intelligent blue eyes, friendly mouth. At thirty-two she still looked like a girl. There were no lines on her face, and her luscious breasts hung no lower than they would have on a twenty-two-year-old… with tits that big. There were no stretch-marks from the long-ago birth of the twins. She was a very beautiful woman, and what slight signs of maturity there were just made her all the more exciting to Ned. They emphasized the fact that she was his mother.
Teasingly, she paused for a bit, his prick-tip just inside her cunt.
She could see the admiration in his eyes, and though she wasn't vain, she liked being admired. She gave him a saucy wink while cupping her right breast in her hand and moving it up. Then she let it flop back with a sexy, jiggling motion. "Mom!" he gasped, "if you keep that up, I'll be coming in about two seconds!" She smiled, then lowered herself the rest of the way over his prick. "Mom! That's fantastic!"
At last she was all the way down, his prick resting inside her body, her ass pressing lightly against his balls. To tease him and to prolong the pleasure for both, she sat there an instant without doing anything.
That didn't bother Ned. It was so wonderful to feel his mother's cunt around his tool that he'd have been content to remain like that for quite awhile longer. Besides, it wasn't really possible for his mother to do absolutely nothing while sitting on his prick like that. Having her son inside her turned her on, too, and her twat gave involuntary little convulsions around his meat. He had to concentrate to keep from coming.
Then, his mother started to lift herself off his organ again, saying, with an impish smile, "I'm sure you've had all the fucking you want!"
Even though he knew perfectly well she was kidding, he was so desperate to come that he couldn't help feeling panicked. Up, up, up she moved, then down, down, down again. "You like this?" she asked.
"Keep going, Mom keep going!" he said frantically. In fact, her cool pose was starting to disintegrate too. She was a passionate woman if there ever was one, and despite the two comes she'd already had, she was getting hot again. Up and down she moved, nice and steady.
"Mom! Your tits! Let me have your tits!" She guessed what he meant, and leaned forward. Instead of an up-and-down motion she gave her son's prick a vigorous back-and-forth stroking. Her marvelous breasts swung from her body and rolled within reach of her son. He cupped them gently and continued to play with them as she pumped away.
Every stroke of hers made him think he was going to come off right then and there. Somehow she managed to keep him hanging right on the edge of his come without going over. She did that on purpose, knowing that a good fuck depends on how long it lasts. She wasn't having a much easier time keeping herself from coming. That prick of her son's was perfectly compatible with her twat. Every stroke stimulated her in the most tantalizing way. The position gave her a certain amount of control over how much her labia pulled against her clit. By altering the position of her body slightly, she could increase or decrease the amount of stimulation she got. With every stroke her soft cunt clutched at his aching prick They were both right on the edge, right on the edge.
"Mom! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! It feels so good! Oh, fuck me!"
Babs felt her cunt glow warmer and warmer. She was right near her come.
It would take just a bit more. She had to see if he was ready too. Yes, the way his cock felt so tense as it rested in her cunt told her that he was.
Babs pulled her body up slowly, exposing her son's eager cock inch by inch. Then, she waited a split second, while he gasped and panted, before starting to slide back down, impaling herself on his stiff cock.
He felt it give a final tensing, then go sort of numb. He was right on that fantastic pre-come plateau he knew so well from beating off.
Then, woosh! A first gob of cream shot from his balls through his rod and into his mother's cunt! Woosh! Woosh! He was coming hard, and the feeling of her son's tool spattering her insides with come was enough to send her shuddering off too. They came together with the force of dynamite exploding, every nerve firing at once. "Mom!" Heaving, gasping, shuddering, coming, and then at last it was over.
Babs rested on her son's prick a second longer, then slowly pulled herself off. As she did so, some of his spunk dribbled out of her hole and down her thigh. It had been a wonderful fuck, and she felt great.
She didn't feel that old trace of guilt. There was just no way that anything as delightful as this could be wrong. "You know, son," she said to Ned. "We may really have hit on something good here." His contented expression told her he agreed completely.
As for Ned's own thoughts, they had turned to contemplation. A mother and a son. Having her up there on him, controlling the action, was like being a baby again and having her serve his needs. It was wondrous, magical. He lay back, eyes closed, dreaming. An image of Cecilia Peters came to his mind, his virgin kissing cousin, the girl who'd dumped him that night. Her brother Farley was his closest friend – they'd played side by side on the high school football team – and Ned had sometimes imagined himself in Farley's shoes, seeing Cecilia prancing nude around the house, or in her bra and panties. Now he suddenly imagined his two cousins fucking away. Why not? He'd just done it with his mother, and he had sometimes pictured himself humping his sister Nell. As he lay there, these thoughts floated in his mind: naked bodies, penises, cunts, tits. It was a pleasant mirage of mothers and sons and sisters and cousins.
Over him, his mother lay bare-assed and sweating. Her eyes were closed too, and a smile was on her face. She was dreaming the same sweet visions her son dreamed.