Gerta slept late the next morning. The bright summer sun beamed through the windows when she finally opened her eyes. She stretched her arms and reflected upon last night's adventure with her beautiful mother.
She sighed, remembering her mother's affectionate, early-morning kiss awakening her.
Life was so wonderful!
The heavenly dildo was still embedded deep inside her damp cunt. Crossing her legs, she squeezed her cunt-flaps, feeling the rigid shaft quiver ever so slightly against her tender, puffy pussy-petals. The exposed eight inches of latex swayed between her legs.
Gerta giggled softly to herself. It was as if her whole life had changed. A warmth seeped through her body.
She felt no sense of guilt. The night spent with her mother had been all too wonderful, too joyous, for it to be wrong. Her mother's room, the whole house, seemed to have changed too. It seemed so different, so sexy.
The sheets were still damp under her ass from her orgasms last night. She whiffed the odor of pussy-juice and it took her breath away.
But then she began to wonder about herself. Was she a lesbian? Worse, what about having sex with her mother? Was that incest? But what wrong did they do?
All thoughts of going back to sleep faded.
Yanking the dildo from her pussy, she laid it upon the night table and ran down the stairway to the kitchen, still naked.
Her mother's warm smile greeted her.
"Oh, Mommie," she said, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck. "What a wonderful night we had sleeping together."
Her mother chuckled. "It was nice, loving my dear little baby."
Gerta kissed her mother's cheek, hugging her tight.
"What would I ever do without you, Mommie?" she asked. "I know so little about boys and sex. I'm still worried about tonight."
"Just don't do what I did. I lost my first Prince Charming because my mother told me to wait until I had a ring on my finger. You must take care of your man, my darling, or a man will find someone else. Besides it's much more than reading about it in a book!" She laughed.
Gerta grinned back. "Right now, I feel so fuckin' hot and horny I could screw every guy in town! Just thinking about fucking makes my pussy so nice and warm."
The older woman gave her a knowing grin. "I know how you feel!"
But her mother didn't know how she felt.
Her head spun.
For one thing, was she really afraid of losing Johnny – or, just his prick? Did she want his cock or his love?
Later, at the supper table, Mrs. Beck winked at Gerta. "You won't want me around here tonight, I'll go see your Aunt Clara. Maybe Clara might feel like foaling around."
That evening in her bedroom, she deliberately chose a thin, white nylon, see-through blouse and a short, white skirt. As she slipped into her outfit, her mother came into the room.
She eyed Gerta. "The blouse, yes. But take off the bra!"
"But, Mommie…"
"But Mommie, nothing. Who are you dressing for? Some kind of a priest?"
Gerta laughed and removed the white bra. Taking a second look at herself in the mirror, she was pleased to see how her firm, young breasts puckered through the thin nylon. Her appearance made her feel sexy, wanton – so she stooped down and slid out of her panties, too. The air on her cunt felt good.
Her mother stepped back. "Yes, the panties also. If you're going to fuck around with the bees, you better use some honey."
Gerta giggled, feeling ravishing. "I can hardly wait till Johnny sees me."
Her mother winked. "I promise, he will get an instant hard-on."
With a dab of bright red lipstick and a touch of blue eye-liner, she waited for Johnny, her pussy-lips drooling in a hot, inflamed passion.
When, a short time later, a beat-up Ford pulled up in front of the house, she ran to the door to greet him.
Instantly, his arms slid around her thin waist and they shared a sweet, simple kiss.
"Christ, Gerta. I never knew you wore sexy things like this," he said, eyeing her big tits which showed through the blouse.
"I wore it just for you. Do you like it?"
He drew her close. "Like it? I love it! I can even see that little mole on your left tit."
As they sat on the couch, their kisses grew stronger, hotter. His hands began to work slowly down her back, sending a delicious current of excitement racing through Gerta's veins.
She could tell that he was experienced from the way his hands touched her sensitive nerve endings.
He moved his tongue against her teeth and she opened her mouth wide. Tiny bubbles of spit collected in the corners of her lips as their tongues dueled. His tongue caressed her teeth, her cheeks, her gums.
"Oh, Johnny," she sighed. "After last night, I want you to know that I'll fuck you anytime you want me to."
His eyes kept darting to her see-through blouse. It made her blood boil. How right her mother had been to insist on the bra.
"Anytime?" he asked with a soft grin. "You must have liked what I gave you!"
She leaned back on the couch.
"A good German girl knows how to take care of her man." She smiled, feeling his hand slide up her long, tapered leg.
She spread her knees and his hand crept higher.
Leaning over, he kissed her again. "What you got last night was just a sample, honey. If I had known that you were such a hot pussy, I would have taken things a lot slower. I was so hot for you, I spilled half my load getting into your cunt."
Her lips trembled and a shiver, from deep inside her, quaked, as his chest pinned her tits against his hard, lean body. She felt his cockshaft growing against her leg.
His fingers found her crotch. She had removed her panties, along with the bra, and his nails rubbed her moist cunt-flaps. He parted her puffy cunt-lips and the raging fire in her pussy turned into a hot volcano.
Fighting to catch her raging breath, she moaned. "Oh, Johnny! You're the first one to ever touch me down there."
He grinned as his finger found the tight tissues of her pussy-flaps. He pressed his finger between her hot, gooey cunt-lips.
"And this?" He grinned, wiggling his knuckle. "How does this turn you on?"
"That's even better."
"Last night, I didn't know you were a virgin," he said, drilling deeper into her slushy pussy.
"You mean my cherry?"
"Yeah. The way you opened up for me, I thought you'd been screwed before. It all happened so quick."
"I cherried myself, a long time ago. But tonight, what's left – is all yours."
"Every bit?"
"Yes, my cunt, my tits, my ass – whatever you want," she replied, lowering her hand to his cock-bulge.
His cock throbbed under her palm. Mother was right once again. Instant hard-on!
"Just don't hurt me."
She mashed the swollen bone tight against his leg, and moved it up and down under his Levi's.
"It's so stiff!" she sighed. "I never got a chance to see it last night."
With one finger up her cunt, her pussy slushed streams of juice. His thumb fondled her thick thatch of blonde pussy-hair. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard that she could hardly breathe.
"You're so beautiful, Gerta," he sighed. "Would you unzip my fly? I'd like to feel your fingers on my prick-skin."
"Don't ask, my darling," she told him, ever so softly. "Just tell me what to do! I want to please you."
"You do know what you're saying?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"Then unzip my friggin' fly!" He grinned, a twinkle glowing in his dark-brawn eyes.
Her lips parted in a hot lusty grin. "That's the way I'd like you to talk to me. It's so fuckin' naughty, it makes my cunt burn."
She fumbled for the zipper, drawing it down.
"Now take my fuckin' prick out."
Eyes glued to Johnny's crotch, she slid her hand inside his slacks and fished for the hard shank of his cock under his tight briefs. She felt the hot, throbbing hulk and yanked it out.
The thick hunk of cock-meat reminded her of the dildo she and her mother had used last night. Only this prick was real man-meat – hot, alive, quivering and wet. It felt so much better than the piece of cold latex that had fucked her last night.
His bright red cock-head throbbed in her hand and dribbled thick drops of cream from its piss-hole. It wobbled before her like a shining fat spike. She watched as a big gob of goo dripped from the tip and ran slowly down his shaft, trickling on her hot fingers.
Gerta looked up at Johnny. "I want to see what your prick tastes like."
"Better yet," he chuckled. "Why don't you lick where that measly drop came from. Would you go down on me, Gerta?"
She nodded, then lowered her head to his bulbous cock-head.
Johnny stretched his legs out on the couch. "Lick the fucker!"
She opened her mouth and engulfed the tip of his hot cock into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled around the mass of cock-meat, sucking his piss-hole.
"It tastes fishy," she moaned. "But I like it."
"Keep sucking."
"Yes, my darling," she moaned, thrilled as she bobbed her head up and down along the long, fat fuck-shaft. She felt his thick cock-head rub against the back of her throat.
"Oh, honey!" he groaned. "You sure do know how to suck cock!"
Her fingers slid down to the base of his prick and held his balls. She cupped the fat balls with her other hand and pumped her head up and down his throbbing shaft with a renewed frenzy.
He humped his cock at her mouth. Like the vibrator, last night, his prick slid down her warm throat like a stick of slick butter. He began moaning.
She liked the power she seemed to have over him as her lips glided over his rock-hard prick. She squeezed his balls harder and gently bit the tip of his prick.
She kept swallowing his milky cream as quickly as it drooled from his piss-hole. Everything was so wonderful, until he pushed her head away.
Her eyes darted to his face. His cheeks were flushed scarlet. He was panting.
"I-I have to rest awhile," he puffed. "I'll… I'll spill my friggin' nuts if I don't."
"Shit!" she groaned. She was just beginning to really get, started.
"I'd like to suck your tits. I'd like to see your beautiful body, lick your cunt. If I shoot my wad now, I'd be conked out. It would be all over. And we may not have too much time left before your mother comes home."
Gerta leaned over and kissed his mouth, her lips still wet and sticky from his cock-juice.
"Don't worry about my mother." She giggled. "She's on your side."
Johnny frowned. "What if she barged in and found us like this?"
"She would probably want some too!" Gerta chuckled.
"I don't believe it!"
"Trust me." She giggled.
"Your mother must be some hot woman."
Gerta felt her itchy cunt twitching. "She is. But let's not talk – let's fuck!"
Biting the lobe of her ear, Johnny smiled. "If you're so fuckin' sure about your mother, let's go up to your bedroom where we can get more comfortable. It's too fuckin' cramped here on the couch."
She stood and took his hand. "I'm sure about Mommie, and my bed is just like your prick! Just the right size!"
Upstairs, Johnny kicked off his shoes and sprawled, belly up, across the big bed.
"Gerta, let me watch you take your clothes off."
Gerta nodded. She felt his dark-brown eyes race up and down her big luscious tits, her long tapered legs, her slim ass, making her pussy quiver and her pulse quickened.
It was all so easy, just like her mother said it would be. A stiff prick turned a man into a meek little pussy-cat.
Standing on the far side of the large room, she began to undo the buttons on her white, nylon blouse. She watched his eyes follow the thin fabric as she drew it down across her slim shoulders and tossed it across the room onto a chair.
But then his mood swung.
His face grew passionate as she clasped her hands together around the back of her neck and tuned her torso so that he could see her big tits from all directions.
She saw his eyes bulge as she felt the red-hot blood surging through her body. She eyed the spike in his trousers, standing like a log tenting the blue denim fabric.
"Take your fuckin' pants off. And your shorts too. I want to see your friggin' prick quiver when you see my cunt."
He gave her a devilish grin as he unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down over his ass. While his legs kicked the garment to the floor, his hands stretched the elastic top on his briefs, and his cock popped out.
Her pussy dripped as she watched him arch his legs over the bed. She saw his sac of balls and his tiny brown shit-hole when he reached up and tugged the tight shorts over his legs.
"God!" she moaned. "You have the cutest little asshole."
"Take your skirt off," he sighed, impatiently. Undoing the zipper on her short, white skirt, she wiggled her hips and it fell to her feet.
Thousands of prickly needles raced across her spine when she noticed the way he gaped at her soft blonde cunt fuzz.
In her mirror, she saw how her pussy-juices had made a big river flow down her legs.
"You did this to me!" She giggled as she ran her fingers across her bulging pussy. "It's all hot and itchy, ready for your prick!"
"Christ, honey, you sure are stacked," he marveled as she stood in the center of the room, bare-assed naked.
Turning her body sideways, she teased him. "I'm glad you like them. Every fuckin' bit is yours." She wiggled her taut tits back and forth. "My God, how they cry for your lips!"
"Come here, honey," he rasped, his voice thick with passion. "Kneel down beside the bed and I'll make your tits happy."
She hardly noticed the room rowing dark as she ran over to the bed.
Johnny touched his lips to her ripe, rich tit melons. He rained hundreds of wet, hot kisses across her pink tits, her red nipples, her spongy, white tit-flesh.
He kissed her throat, making her cunt burn in her filmy panties. She thought she'd go crazy.
"Johnny," she whispered. "My cunt needs attention too."
He spun around to the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs over my mouth, I want to lick the sugar from your wet crotch."
"Oh, Johnny!" she cooed in ecstasy, straddling his face as he directed her into position. "This makes me feel like a fuckin' whore."
She felt him wiggle his juicy tongue across her pussy-slit. Opening her legs, she sank her crotch deeper into his chin.
Her head spun, and a delirious thrill made her pussy-flaps tingle. She felt light-headed and totally helpless as his tongue dented the fabric of her panties and traced her sizzling cunt-slit.
Then she ground her cunt into his hard chinbone. She humped his face like a whorehouse slut.
She felt his hand yank her panties down over her ass. A finger found her bung-hole, then gently snaked its way deep into her shit-tube.
"Oh, Johnny that feels so good!" she moaned. "Fuck your finger in and out of my asshole like it was your fuckin' prick!"
Gerta whiffed his starchy man-scent as her nose caressed his hairy thigh.
"You sure are a hot little piece, honey," Johnny said, his voice muffled between Gerta's legs. "So when you going to let me put my prick in your cunt again?"
"My God, soon! I told you! Anytime you like! Are you ready to fuck me, Johnny? God, how long I've been waiting. But this time, hold your load until I'm ready!"
He twisted his body out from under her and spun around, mounting her beautiful body.
"But not like this, darling!" she groaned. "Take your friggin' shirt off. I want to feel your bare chest against my tits."
"You get on top, I love to fuck with a woman squirming on top of me. Besides, you might be tight. I don't want to hurt your pussy with my big cock."
With the dildo up her cunt all night, she knew that her pussy would be more than ready to wrap around his bulging prick. She straddled him.
Gerta raised up and began sliding her drenched cunt-gash down over his swollen shaft. She closed her eyes and smiled in heavenly bliss.
His prickhead slid into her cunt. Once his cock-head passed her cunt and penetrated her squirming cunt-chute deeper, Gerta began moaning with joy.
Cock-meat was so much better than a rubber make-believe dildo!
She pushed down and took another two inches of his fat, slick fucker inside her.
"Oh, Johnny, it's so Goddamned wonderful!" she squealed, feeling his rock-hard prick slithering deep into her aching fuck-chute. "My pussy never, never felt so friggin' good!"
"Just take it a little at a time," he cautioned her.
Ignoring his remark, she plunged down hard. She gasped and grinned proudly.
"There!" she squealed. "I've taken the whole fuckin' thing."
She sat there, holding Johnny's cock inside her pussy and flashed him a big smile.
"Slide your legs out carefully," he told her, "and lay your big tits on my chest."
She squeezed her cunt muscles, like she had done with the dildo. Gently, she eased her body down on his chest.
Her breath shot out of her mouth like a stream of hot steam, as her big tits crushed into his ribs.
"Oh, Johnny!" she groaned. "Fucking feels so good! I like it on top!"
Spreading her legs, she felt hot juices trickle out of her pussy. His pubic hair was soon drenched with her sticky cunt-syrup.
She began pumping up and down, her tits rubbing across his chest. Her pussy slurped as it worked up and down along his fat cock-meat. She felt her cunt-hole stretching as she slithered across his body. They started to sweat profusely. Her tits were streaked with sweat.
Everything sent tremblings of profound joy raging through her body. She smelled their sex scent as it filled the room with a delightful aroma.
Their bellies smacked together as she pumped her cunt up and down over his slick shaft.
Then her cunt convulsed. She felt her cuntwalls grip Johnny's cock tighter. Her fuck-hole seemed to open and close as a series of cunt cums spiraled from deep inside her body.
"Oh, my God, darling! I think I'm going to cum!"
Almost automatically, her hips heaved faster. She began to fuck harder than ever.
"You look so fuckin' beautiful when you're hot," Johnny said.
Her knees began to shake uncontrollably. Her cunt began to throb, sucking the juices from Johnny's prick.
"Slit! I can't stop coming, Johnny!"
"Don't stop! Keep fucking!"
"My head's spinning! I can't focus my eyes!"
"Fuck your eyes, fuck me!"
Finally her pussy let out one more final shudder, then reined.
Gerta rolled off his chest and lay panting by his side. She glanced over to him and smiled. "My first real fuck! Is that how good it feels every time?"
Johnny laughed. "You have some cunt action! Where did you ever learn to control your pussy-muscles like that? You're the best fuck I ever had." He rolled over and drew her close. "But I don't know about it being that good every time!"
"Just how many girls have you fucked?" she asked, curious.
"Only eight! You're the ninth."
"How do you manage to keep track of us all?"
"It's only a rough estimate." He chuckled. "And I really was that good?"
"The best." He traced a finger around her left tit.
She kissed him. "Can we do it again?"
"How much do you want me?"
"Enough to do anything your heart desires," she sighed.
"Would you fuck for a friend of mine?"
"If you really want me to." She giggled. "But I hope he's not too ugly if he needs you to fix him up."
Johnny chuckled. "No he's not ugly. Just too damn shy to ask for it."
She thought a minute. "I have a special someone that needs a good fucking too. Would you fuck her?"
"Who?"
"My mother."
He looked shocked.
"She's just like me."
He reached over and kissed her. "No one could be just like you! You have an educated cunt."
"Maybe Mommie has one too. Maybe it runs in the family. Would you like to find out?"
"You're not putting me on?"
"Cross my heart!"
"It'll seem strange. First screwing the shit out of you, then fucking your mother."
"Try it," Gerta grinned. "You might like it."
"If you'll lay Frankie."
"Agreed," she promised. "When?"
"I'll bring Frankie over tomorrow night."