That night at dinner, Bob was aware of a change in his mother. They had both been acting quiet and withdrawn with each other lately, but now Pat was happy and cheerful as she asked Bob how his car was coming along and how his love life was.
Her mood was catching, and he was soon sharing it with her. There was more to her attitude than just cheerfulness, he noticed. He sensed that she was flirting with him. Could that be true? If it were, he just might be able to make his big move. Suddenly Bob was filled with horny lust. His cock was full and throbbing, and he could barely contain himself.
Pat was so happy that she suggested they have a bottle of wine with dinner. She rarely let Bob have a drink and this was very strange. He knew his mother acted silly when she drank, and he couldn't help suspecting that she had plans for him that she needed more courage for than she could find without the help of alcohol. Bob needed a little more courage than his horniness could provide too, so he eagerly agreed that wine would be just perfect.
As they ate, they became more and more talkative and giggly. When they were finished, Pat said she would do the dishes later. That was strange in itself, and encouraging. They went into the living room together, but they didn't sit down. Usually Bob sat in the big easy chair and Pat on the couch. Now they were reluctant to sit down so far apart; it would only make getting what they both wanted more awkward than it was going to be anyhow.
They found themselves standing in the middle of the room watching each other. All of a sudden it was very quiet and it was clear that they were both thinking the same thing. Bob waited in agony while he tried to gather every scrap of courage and horniness and make a move toward the gorgeous creature who he was fucking.
Finally Pat took a step toward her son. That was all Bob needed, and he rushed into his mother's arms. Their mouths came together with such force that their teeth hit harder than, either of them expected. But even if they had knocked each other's front teeth out they wouldn't have interrupted their passion now that they finally were going to get what they had wanted for so long.
Bob's head spun with the speed in which his dream was coming true. His mother's mouth opened as he thrust his tongue through her lips. Her body, pressing against him, was thrilling, but it was the fact that the woman he was holding was his own mother that made it all so fantastic. And the way she was responding to him told Bob that it was equally exciting for her.
He pulled her to the couch and they both sat down. Their lips met again as Bob reached for Pat's tit. As he curled his fingers around the huge globe he realized that that was the very tit he had sucked on as an infant. Now he was going to suck her tit again, but with a different sort of nourishment as the reward.
Her lit compressed in his tight grasp, but the nipple fought his hand by pressing itself into his palm as it became erect. Pat threw a leg over her son's hip and intertwined with him. He could feel the soft mound of her twat crushing itself on his leg; he wouldn't have been surprised if, when she pulled her cunt from him, there would be a wet stain of cunt juice.
Bob let go of the tit long enough to move his hand inside her blouse. Then he was holding the naked boob. His fingertips massaged the smooth skin that encased that pillow. He felt his mother's nails raking the skin on his back.
"Oh, Bobby baby, where did you learn to make love this way? No, don't tell me," she sighed. "I don't want to hear about any of those young girls."
His mother's breathy voice in his ear gave Bob an extra surge of lust. He couldn't hold back for another second.
"Take your clothes off!" Bob gasped. "I want to fuck you!"
He was already on his feet, puffing at his own clothes. Pat was so turned on by her son's utterly wild behavior that she was swept up in his passion. She got up and unbuttoned her blouse. Before she got three buttons opened, Bob was standing before her completely nude.
When she saw his big cock sticking out and bobbing up and down with the fast throbbing of his horny heart, she hurried her fingers along in their work. Bob couldn't wait. He started to help her unbutton, but all that happened was that buttons started flying around the room. Finally, Pat grabbed her blouse and pulled it off with an explosion of buttons.
Bob looked down at; the beauties she displayed on her chest. The view he'd had of them through her keyhole didn't prepare him for a close look. They were perfectly shaped: round, firm, with just a suggestion of a sag. The skin was milky white and her nipples were slightly out of round.
Bob tackled his mom, burying his face in the vast tit-flesh and forcing her down on the couch with one movement. His mouth opened, and spongy tit and nipple were sucked in. At the same time, his hand went around her hips and down over the smooth-lipped crevice of her ass. He followed the crevice down between her legs until his fingers felt the damp hair of her twat.
He stuck a fingertip into the rear of her cunt slot. The gash was soaking wet so his finger sailed right in and up the canal. Rob heard his mother gasp as his finger raped her snatch. Still chewing on her tender lit, he began to stir his finger around in the hot goo of her pussy. Pat's body began to vibrate, giving Bob a ride as he lay on her.
Bob pulled his finger from her flowing twat-tube and began examining the front regions of her cunt. As soon as the digit neared her hard clit, Pat let out a long, deep moan of wanton pleasure. She was as anxious as Bob to start fucking. They struggled into a reclining position, and as Pat spread her legs Bob thrust his prick at her cunt.
His hand was still in her crotch from behind her ass, and he felt his fat prick-nob enter the wet opening of her vulva. Bob began pumping and he felt his shaft sliding in and out of the juicy lips. He found that her cunt was tight and well trained. Neither of the other two cunts he'd penetrated had grabbed his cock like hers was doing. It made fucking her so much more spectacular.
Both of the fuckers were soon on the verge of coming. Their mouths came together and their tongues began wrestling as they hit their climaxes together. Their teeth ground together as they panted and puffed into each other's mouths.
Bob's cock was spurting and jerking in her twat, which was doing a dance of muscle spasms. When the last drop of gism was wrenched from Bob's cock their baffles began slowing down. They stopped chugging and lay in a sweaty heap of satisfied flesh.
"Bob, that was the best fuck I've ever had," Pat cooed to her son. "Me too, Mom! I can't believe how your cunt grabbed me like that!"
"That only happens when the right prick is doing the right thing in there, and you did wonderfully," she said.
Bob felt great. He'd finally gotten to plug his mother and it was the greatest fuck imaginable. He felt so good that his cock began inflating again. Pat murmured in delight as she felt her cunt stretching to accommodate the incredibly growing dong. When it was fully grown, Bob lifted his hips to begin pumping, but Pat caught him.
"Wait," she said. "Let's do something a little different."
She pushed Bob up and off her. He hated to feel his cock slip out of her pussy and into the cool air of the room. Pat took a kleenex and, as Bob watched, let his gism drool out of her cunt, then wiped the loose lips. She pushed Bob down on the couch. Her hands moved over his burning body, getting closer and closer to his twitching cock. Pat was crouching on her haunches and moving down his body.
It wasn't easy to lie still as Pat ran her hands over him, and Bob kept twitching and lifting his head to see what was going on. He saw his mother take his cock in her hands and hold it like a bat. The thing was long enough for her to wrap her two hands around the shaft with the puffy head standing out proudly above her fists. Bob held his breath as he saw his mother lower her head toward the twitching tool. He saw her pink tongue slip out of her mouth and lick the very tip of his cockhead. Her tongue entered the pee-slot, then swirled around the taut skin covering the big ball of cockhead.
The sensation of having his prick licked by his mother made Bob twist and jerk his body. Her tongue kept up the teasing, tickling licks. She traced the ridge of the head from below the pee-slot, all the way around and back again. Bob was wiggling all aver the couch as he went into a fit of lustful trembling.
Finally, Pat opened her mouth and took the cock deep into her head. After the cursory licks, having his prick bathed in the soft warmth of her mouth made Bob come close to swooning with passion. He couldn't believe how good it felt. He understood that his mothers licks had set him up for the pleasure her mouth was giving him now. She was lifting and lowering her head so his cock was sliding aver the soft pad of her tongue. When the prick was sticking into the back of her throat, she would give her head a twist so his cock received a strange and thrilling caress. As her head lifted on the stiff piece of meat and his cockhead slid to her lips, Pat fluttered her tongue over the tip.
Bob realized that his mother was a genius at giving head. All Bob could do was thrash around and try not to pass out with the rush of lust that was spreading from his cock and radiating through his body. He heard his voice imitating his mother's moans of lust as he tried to hold off from coming so he could have a few more seconds of bliss.
It was no use resisting the power of her tongue, and Bob felt the juices start on their way through the tubes that would send them into his mother's mouth. His head was filled with stars as Bob felt his cock exploding. He heard a scream and realized it was him. Then everything went red; all he was aware of was the pure essence of pleasure and the gism rushing from his cock.
When he had shot his wad and had come back to his senses, he felt his mother's mouth sucking his cock clean. He couldn't move because all his energy had been sucked from him via his cock. He was floating, and the only thing that kept him from disappearing altogether was his prick which was still being washed in his mother's mouth. Bob felt his mother drop his limp cock from her mouth, then her face appeared in his view. She smiled when she saw him and Bob realized she was smiling at the expression on his face. He became aware that he must look like someone who had just entered into heaven.
Pat lay next to her dazed boy. She held him in her arms until he began to get his strength back. They nibbled at each other's mouths and ran their hands over their bodies. Bob felt his mom's fingers on his cock and the limp thing began stiffening. After that last orgasm, it would take a woman like his mother to make his cock swell again so soon.
They kissed and petted for a while. Bob knew what was coming next and he was looking forward to it. His mater had eaten him and he would be expected to repay in kind. Pat had learned to suck pussy that very afternoon, and she was anxious to have her son learn. Pat took her lips from Bob's, and pressed his shoulders down slightly. That was enough of a hint for the eager student.
Bob began sinking down toward his mother's more important regions. He sucked her tits for a little while, but he was in too much of a hurry to linger very long. Ever since first sticking his finger in a aunt he had known he wanted to have one of the wet envelopes in front of his face so he could really study it. Now he would have his chance.
His face gilded over the smooth contours of Mom's belly. He stuck out his tongue and left a line of saliva down the middle of her body. When his tongue hit the bristling curls, Bob drew back his head. There in front of him was the object he'd dreamed of and longed for so long. He looked at the prize.
Getting comfortable between his mother's legs, Bob studied the aunt. He saw how the hair was mainly in the front and that there was very little hair on the lips back near the entrance of her tunnel. Pat's twat was wet and the lips were open from the sex she'd been engaged in for the last half-hour. Her inner lips were peeking out at Bob, making a little mouth for him to enter. They were bright pink and glistening with dew.
Bob put his fingers on the pussy and spread the lips. The portals of joy opened and showed Bob the splendors within. He could see the inner lips coming together in front, and fanning an arrowhead. Within the soft, puckered skin of that point, Bob saw the love-bud nestled. The dark void between the inner lips seemed to be calling to him.
Bob moved his face toward the pink slot. His tongue stuck out and he tasted the feminine flavor of his mother's juicy pie. The taste filled Bob with wild passion. He pressed his tongue deeper into the pussy, then snaked it up her flowing lube. The flavor was much stronger up there, and Bob reveled in the perverted art of twat-lapping.
His body was once again on fire as he really got into the weird practice. He covered the gash with broad, long licks. From one corner to the other, he covered that cunt with care. Pat was getting hot as she felt the amateurish lapping. She was touched by her son s eagerness to please. It didn't take long for Bob to have his mother moving to the rhythm of his cunt-lapping. She moved her hips back and forth so her cunt met his tongue with every swipe. While Bob was licking her twat, he had an inspiration. Moving his tongue out the back of the vertical smile, he moved it across the inch of skin that separated her taint from her asshole. Pat saw what he was up to, and the idea thrilled her so much that she lifted her hips and spread her legs wider so he could have all the room he needed.
Bob felt her puckered asshole on the end of his tongue. Moving the tongue-tip around the opening gave him such a surge of lust that he couldn't help trying to enter the funky chamber. He pressed his tongue on the target and, with his mother's help, was able to pierce the lipless mouth. Her ass was so much tighter than her cunt that he couldn't move his tongue around much. He stuck it in as far as he could and wriggled it around. Judging by his mother's reaction, she liked having her asshole eaten.
When Bob wore the excitement out of her ass, he went back to the larger chamber. He continued licking randomly, but every now and then he would send his tongue gliding over the hard clit. And every time he did he felt his mother's body quake. He came back to the love-bud more frequently until she was in a constant tremor. Now Bob drilled the clitoris until Pat was crying out in high-pitched wails of joy.
Bob gave his Mom a strong orgasm. She was proud of him, and when she pulled him up beside her she rewarded him with a big kiss. Pat was happy about having her own stud-service right under her own roof, and Bob couldn't have been more thrilled. Finally all his dreams had come true. His own cunt was in the next room, waiting far him whenever he felt horny.