The moment she got home Melanie darted upstairs and climbed under the shower, bikini and all, washing every trace of perspiration, suntan oil, and cunt cream from her face and thighs. As she stood under the rushing spray, humiliation began to set in.
How could she have done it? Letting another woman suck her titties and lap at her pussy, and then returning those favors as eagerly as if she and Donna were a pair of horny lesbians? It was disgusting!
Yet even in the midst of that inner turmoil, she had to admit that ii had been a long time since she'd felt so good. Her pussy was still tingling with wicked pleasure and as she dried herself off she actually caught herself humming with satisfaction. It wasn't bad enough that she'd done it – she'd actually enjoyed it as well.
Stepping out of the bathroom refreshed and a bit less humiliated at that self-realization, Melanie heard the familiar blast of the television coming from the den. That meant Dave was home.
She smiled to herself, heading downstairs to greet him. At least some things were still normal in her life!
With that comforting thought she swept into the den, where her son sat hunkered before the T.V., all his concentration on some silly program.
"How was your swim, darling? Did you and Josh have a nice time?"
Dave jerked at the unexpected interruption as if he'd been shot. Immediately he saw his mom standing over him in her bikini and blushed embarrassedly.
"Oh, hi Mom. Yeah, it was all right. Gee, you look a little red. I guess you stayed out too long this morning, huh?"
This time it was her turn to blush at being scrutinized by her own son. Although his examination was brief and perfectly innocent, the vivid memory of this morning's events made her rush on with embarrassment, as if he could somehow see the truth on her.
"I'm afraid you're right, David. It's surprising how that sunshine can affect you! I think I'll just relax a bit and then fix us an early supper. HOW does that sound?"
"Great." At last pulling his eyes away from her and going back to the T.V., Dave went on at a sudden thought. "Oh, hey, I almost forgot. Josh and I are going to the show tonight and I invited him and his mom over for supper. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Well…" Melanie hesitated, not exactly eager to face Donna again so soon. But then she shrugged, pushing aside her own petty embarrassment. "Of course it is. I'll whip up something special then, but I've just got to rest a moment. My, I'm worn out!"
With a tired whoosh of breath she sank onto the den's small divan, suddenly aware of how weary she really was.
"Sure." Without quite looking back at the spectacle of his mother in a string bikini, Dave threw a glance in her general direction. "Go ahead and get some rest. I'll be quiet."
Melanie did just that, grateful that somehow or other she'd raised such a shy, thoughtful son. The soft blare of the television made her eyelids droop, and a moment later she stretched back on the divan and closed her eyes.
Within seconds she was sound asleep, drained by her unusual morning's activities.
After what seemed an eternity the show he'd been watching ended and Dave silently reached over and flicked the T.V. off. Then he turned, certain that by now his mom was deep asleep.
"Mom? You awake?" His voice was cautious and low, testing.
When she didn't answer, his heart began to thump.
He swallowed hard, examining the expanse of smooth curved flesh that lay before him. Dave had never seen a grown woman without her clothes before. Over the past several months his curiosity had grown a lot, and since he didn't have a steady girlfriend and was too shy to try anything with the girls he did date, it had naturally turned toward the only woman he really knew – his mother.
Now, at the sight of her asleep and helpless in the skimpy bikini, he could not resist taking advantage of the situation. "Mom? Hey, Mom?"
Edging forward, he felt his throat go dry. Suddenly his pulse was racing. A tremor of mingled fear and curiosity surged through him as he watched her big tits steadily rise and fall, ready to pounce away at the slightest change.
But by this time Melanie was deep asleep, and before he knew it Dave hovered over her, more scared and eager to discover the mysteries of a woman's body than he'd ever been in his life.
Fortunately her bikini was the kind that fastened with little bow ties, and his trembling fingers reached between her lush ripe tit globes and deftly pulled the bow of her top apart.
If Dave's heart, had thumped before, it hammered now, as the strings fell loose. The flaps that covered his mom's big tits merely lay limply in place, stirring with her slow, even breath.
Moving very carefully, he pinched one flap between a thumb and forefinger and peeled it back.
One of Melanie's large milky tits flopped free, jiggling and spilling into the open.
Dave's breath sucked in. He'd always known his mom had huge tits, but the jutting bare orb that bobbled before him now was enormous. It thrusted upward like a white soft mountain, all round and swollen and peaking up to the biggest, pinkest nipple he'd ever seen in any picture. Its bumpy distended areola had to be as big around as his open mouth, and its puckered tip stood pinky-thick like a rubbery marble, with the promise of more to come.
Gathering up nerve at that spectacle, he pulled the other flap away as well.
Now both her tits were bare and free, their giant pink nipples standing out like erect mouth-watering cherries atop two small scoops of strawberry ice cream, and all that capping a pair of mammoth white tits that seemed to be just waiting to get tasted.
Dave ogled, struggling against a turmoil of conflicting emotions. His mom had the greatest tits ever! Despite his fear, he couldn't keep them waiting any longer. His mouth watered at the sight of them. Without taking time to think, he bent and placed his lips lightly over one gorgeous cherry, closing them around its textured thickness in a moist, warm vise.
She groaned softly and he froze with his mouth fastened on that fantastic sweet nipple. His blood went ice-cold with terror, but she didn't awaken. Instead her shoulder arched slightly, and the next moment he found his mouth filled with soft, vibrant titflesh.
That unconscious urging on Melanie's part was all it took to sweep his fears away momentarily. Very gently he began to suck that beautiful oversized titty, sliding his tongue across its springy nipple and flicking the button into life. It sprang up, expanding in his mouth until it had to be well over an inch long and finger-thick, quivering with an urgency that made him suck all the harder.
Dave hadn't expected to go this far, but the temptation was too much. He sucked and nibbled his mom's juicy tit bud, and this time her reaction was even more obvious.
"Mmmm…"
Melanie's groan was a long throaty purr, and he didn't stop sucking. His hands moved up to carefully squeeze her big soft tit, kneading its creamy hugeness as his mouth milked at that unbelievable nipple. Lapping and slurping until it was slick with saliva, he finally lifted his head and moved to gently suck the other tit as well.
It was the most he'd ever done with any girl, and for what seemed like hours but was only moments, Dave concentrated fully on licking and sucking his mom's tits until they were wet and strumming to erection.
When he finally pulled back, gasping for breath, he realized that his cock had speared up in his jeans with a throbbing stiffness not quite like any hard-on he'd ever had before.
Flushed and gasping, he briefly realized the danger of what he was doing. What if she woke up now and found her top undone and him leaning over her like this? Shit, she'd kill him!
On the other hand.
He'd discovered so much already – why not find out a little more while he had the chance?
With that thought and the rigid bulge in his crotch pushing his fear away, he scooted along the divan and reached to fumble at the ties of her bikini bottom.
It seemed to take forever for the first bow to fall apart, and even longer for the second. But at last the flaps of her bikini bottom went limp, and with sweaty hands he pulled away the palm-sized bit of cloth that covered her cunt.
Melanie's pussy curls sprang into view, a luxuriant triangle of golden spongy fluff that took his breath away.
It was the first real-live pussy Dave had ever seen, and his gaze feasted on that glinting patch of cunt fur as if it was the last chance he'd ever get to look at one. He stared at his mom's magnificent blonde pussy carpet, taking in the way it tapered down to a fleecy peak between her closed thighs. Through its thick thatch he could see just a hint of pink cuntflesh, and that glimpse made his cock lurch with renewed vigor.
Slowly, as delicately as he could, Dave ran his fingertips across that wonderful soft cunt hair and down between his mother's thighs.
Responding automatically to the ticklish sensation, Melanie's legs eased apart.
Dave jerked his hand back at that sudden motion. Then, realizing she wasn't stirring awake, he repeated the maneuver. His fingers brushed her inner thighs with abrupt hopefulness, and they opened even wider. One foot slid off the divan to the floor, and with that unexpected act her pussy gaped open, exposed before him.
His eyes bulged, heart leaping to his throat.
Of all the cunts he'd seen in the photographs that Josh had shown him, he'd never seen one that looked even remotely as beautiful as his own mother's. Its pink, gold-trimmed lips parted like a pair of puffed oily butterfly wings to display a snug, tightly creased hole and above that a hooded button of nipple-like stiffness that he knew was a clit.
It had to be the best pussy anywhere, and it flared with open invitation to be stared at just by him.
If Dave had any reservations at all about spying on his sleeping mother, the sight of her luscious, spread-open cunt tossed them all aside.
Then he noticed that her pussy was oddly wet. The curls that fringed its lips were dark with slickness, and the creased lining of her pussyhole was all shiny with a seeping juiciness that none of Josh's pictures had ever shown.
More curious than ever, he leaned forward and sniffed.
For Dave, it was another first. His first whiff of real pussy smell and its heady aroma had his cock soaring up stiff as a board. Drawn by that strange sweet-sour scent, he reached out. His slightly shaking finger trailed across her mound of fur again, this time plowing amongst all those curls and practically disappearing from sight.
His lips twitched into a grin. Man, was his mom built! Not only did she have the biggest, nicest tits in town, but she had a cunt to match! Hell, no pictures had ever prepared him for all this!
Even as that realization struck, his finger pushed its way from her flossy rich curls and wiggled down into the velvet warmth of her pussy trench.
"Ahhhmmm."
Melanie shifted with a soft sigh, reacting to the finger probing at her cunt even in her sleep. Her thighs tautened, her legs drifting even wider with a motion that opened her pussy like a small hungry mouth to grasp at the hesitant intruder.
The next thing he knew, Dave's finger had slipped inside her.
"Oh shit…"
The words slipped out from between clenched teeth as he watched his finger vanish, sliding easily between her soaked pussylips and burying itself knuckle-deep in her cunt.
He held it there a moment, simply enjoying the way his mom's cunt seemed to close around it. Then he pulled his finger free, and it slid out with a small slurping sound. With a curiosity intensified by the throbbing of his cock, Dave popped the finger into his mouth.
It tasted tangy and strange, but good. His prick whanged up, twisting painfully in his jeans, and he knew instinctively that he had to have more.
Dave didn't take the time to consider his next act. With that luscious sopping cunt spread out before him, the feel, of it still fresh on his tingling finger and its smell wafting up with blatant enticement, he moved hastily around to the foot of the divan and scooted onto it, wiggling up between his mother's outfiung legs.
Her pussy loomed before him, its depths leaking wetness as if all too ready to supply what he wanted. His tongue darted out, licking tentatively along the creaming crack, and a burst of juice poured into his mouth.
"Uhhhhmm."
She groaned again, unconsciously twitching at that warm, hungry probe. Almost before he realized it was really, happening Dave was nuzzling deep into her wet, golden cunt hair, his tongue dipping between her slick cuntlips and gliding straight up his mom's silky pussy to lap eagerly at the juices that seeped from her.
"Ahhh… hhhmmm…"
Melanie was haying a delicious dream. Once again Dave's head was buried between her thighs, tongue fucking her pussy into a froth of sensation and sliding like a big soft prick inside her, worming deeper and deeper.
She arched a bit, enjoying the dream thoroughly.
"Mmff…"
Dave gave a muffled gasp as his mom began to undulate, mashing her cunt to his face. Hot cream burst across his tongue and instantly her heated pussy seemed to clamp around his probe, squeezing it with an urgent sucking rhythm that matched the twitchings of her body.
Astonished by that reaction, he realized what was happening. His mom was actually fucking his tongue – hell, she was really going at it!
And that realization only made him lap at her pussy more eagerly than before. His tongue wiggled back and forth in her clutching pussy with a natural fucking motion, lunging deep into the slick sopping vise of her cunthole.
It only took a few greedy tongue-strokes to have her gyrating up with little bouncing thrusts, big tits flopping, her thighs clenching about his head as shudders rippled through her body in small explosions. Captured there, with his head trapped in place and his tongue wedged in her pussy, Dave had a moment's terror that she was waking up.
And what she'd do if she caught him in this position!
But amazingly, she didn't wake.
Instead, her breath burst out in moaning whimpers, and as his tongue increased the fury of its stabbing she suddenly soared up, tautening like a bowstring.
"Ahhhhmmmm!"
Her body seemed to ripple in spasms and he knew without being told that she was coming. His tongue drove forward as far as it would go and darted wildly in that dank, clutching sheath as she twitched in the throes of orgasm.
"Unnhh – hhhuuum…"
At last she sank once more on the divan and he pulled back, gasping for breath.
Staring down at the wet gleaming spectacle of his mom's pussy winking open and closed in the last tremors of climax, Dave abruptly realized that he couldn't stand it another minute. His cock was lurching painfully in his jeans, aching to get out. Without a single instant's hesitation he hastily unzipped his pants and jerked them down to his knees.
His prick shot up in the air, its thick meaty length swaying frantically and smooth pink tipped head rubbed raw from being pressed against its denim confines. His balls dangled free, feeling more, bloated with arousal than they'd ever felt before.
His pulse was hammering, making his cock throb all the more. What had begun as a simple, naive attempt to satisfy some curiosities had now transformed into a very real, gnawing ache. He hadn't expected things to go this far, but now that they had he couldn't stop. Even if it meant getting caught, he couldn't stop what he had to do now.
Shoving all consequences aside Dave edged forward, clambering atop his mother's voluptuous body until he hovered over her, his weight distributed on his hands and knees. His sore, swollen prick bobbed more eagerly than ever, and he let out a silent gasp as its sensitive head pushed into the soaked mound of her cunt bush.
Easing his hips down, he worked his rigid prick into place. Its huge knobbed tip slid along his mother's pussylips, gliding effortlessly across the slippery trench of her cunt.
He knew it shouldn't be happening, but he couldn't help it. To even think of fucking his own mom…
But oh shit, her pussy felt so good! His cockhead slid along hot steamy wetness, seeking out the beautiful greedy hole that only moments ago had been filled by his tongue. Then, easily, it slipped neatly between her open cuntlips and lodged there pulsing and quivering.
"Oh… oh fuck…"
Dave groaned, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation of having his prickhead buried between his mom's juicy pussylips.
Carefully, so carefully that he didn't dare to even breathe, he began to undulate. His engorged cocktip rolled in the clutch of her pussy mouth, dipping wetly into the fountain of juices that he hadn't even begun to drink dry.
"Uhhm… mmuuhhh…"
Melanie moaned all over again. Her lips parted, her big nipples blossoming up stiffer than ever to graze his heaving chest. If anything her legs somehow slid even farther apart.
She wanted to be fucked. She was his mother, but she was also the most attractive woman he'd ever known. And it was obvious now that she wanted his cock, even asleep.
Dave grunted, only too willing to please. His hips tugged downward and his prick slid in deeper.
"Unnhh – unnnhhh…"
"Jeez…"
Her pussy seemed to wrap around his prick, melting it in gushes of hot sticky cream as it sank into her. Inch after inch pushed home until at last his nested cockbase ground against her lush cunt fur.
Gasping for breath, he lay like that a moment with his prick totally crammed inside her, fluttering like a bird nestled in a tight, snug grip.
He began to pump back and forth, very gently at first, then faster.
"Maaa… ahhmm… ahhhhh…"
To his sheer disbelief, she arched up. Her pussy rode on his prick with soft, slurping sounds that sucked at him for more. And the fact that she was still asleep made the whole thing more incredible than ever.
Almost instantly the entire length of his aching cockshaft was surging in and out of his mom's sweet hungry pussy, sliding back to the mushroomed rim of its knob and then shoving into her like a spear.
Dave knew absolutely nothing about fucking except what he'd read in books. But his own inexpert plunges were more than enhanced by his mother's pumping ass as she hunched up, drilling herself on his cock.
It was a totally unreal situation. He was actually fucking his mom, and she was fucking him right back… sound asleep! If he hadn't known her better, he would've believed that she knew perfectly well what was happening.
"Fuck… oh fuck, Mom!"
His voice came out rasping and hoarse. Melanie writhed on his prick more furiously than before, lunging up with every downthrust of his hips to meet he full stabbing length of his cockmeat her breath escaped in panting moans, and floods of cuntcream soaking his heavy bobbling balls.
"Guhh – unhhnn! Unnhh!"
Dave hissed blissfully, feeling his load build up to climax in his balls. His cock began to piston into her sucking pussy with vigorous twitching agony, and he knew he was going to explode.
And as if she knew it too, Melanie writhed up in a furious thrashing heave and impaled herself completely, wailing a small soft cry of joy.
"Naaannnhhh!"
"Uhhhh!"
His load of jizz blasted. Cock cream spurted deep in her grasping cunt in long arcs, and she hunched up to take it all.
They hung like that a long moment, Melanie's ass wiggling in the air to soak up every drop, and Dave's face twisted in orgasm as he came in blast after blast.
Then, with a heavy sated sigh, she slumped back on the divan.
His prick slipped free, dripping and drained. And she was still asleep, not even aware that she'd just fucked hex own son's balls dry.
Silently, breathing a whoosh of giddy relief and reaction now that it was over, he slipped off the divan and pulled his pants up.
Now that his cock was limp and satisfied, his fear grew. It seemed to take hours to tie her bikini back in place and Dave honestly didn't know how she could ever miss the fact that her pussy would be dripping with hot syrupy jism when she woke up.
But he was too scared to do anything about that now. At last the bikini was just as it had been before his explorations, and he crept silently from the room.
But he knew, even as he stole out of the den, that he would never again think of his mother in quite the same light that he had before today.
And for the first time, Dave began to wonder if he would ever find a piece of ass as good as his own mom.