Trooper Martin, Jerry and Tim, with Mara bustling in and out of her kitchen with coffee, iced tea and a lace of brandy for the coffee, all were rehashing the arrests that had followed Martin's dramatic break-in at the cottage in town. “Boy, when you dived through that door, I thought the world had come to an end,” remarked Tim, his eyes admiringly upon Martin's uniform. “You were doing all right for yourself,” Martin dryly remarked, remembering the arching spray of Tim's tremendous ejaculation as he jerked his cock from his mother's cunt and his cum spurted high into the air. Tim had the grace to blush and hang his head. “I am just happy that Jerry caught my signal that something was wrong,” Mara said, as she listened to them. “I tried to let him know that we were in trouble by just looking at him.” “Well, apparently your ESP was working, or your eyes are on the same wavelength,” Martin said, “for he was on the horn right away telling me about it.” “What will happen to the man?” asked Mara. “Oh, he is on his way back to prison. The woman will be charged with some minor thing, serve about three months and then get out. She was just incidental to the entire affair. Bill Trooper is one mean hombre and you are lucky to get off as easily as you did.”
She served an evening meal to them and they spent some time on the patio, talking in the early dark of the evening. Finally Martin stretched and rose. “Well, Mrs. Fletcher, I gotta be going.
Jerry, you going back with me?” “Yeah, Marty.” Jerry rose lazily.
He grinned at Mara and she knew what he was thinking, remembering the scene of their encounter a few weeks ago, and then the white scamper of her buttocks as she scrambled for her clothes after Marty had burst into the cabin. Mara and Tim walked down to the quay with them and saw them off in the motorboat, brought over from the main landing.
They waved at the two men and then returned to the house. “We are sure lucky to get out of that mess with no more than a few bruises,”
Tim told her as they sauntered back toward the patio. He put a hand around her and reaching under her armpit, snuggled a firm tit in his palm. The nipple instantly stirred to life. “That we are,” she admitted. “I just hope that he never gets out of prison again to come looking for us. I wonder if Mike did actually cheat him out of a share of money on one of the jobs they did together? Or just hearing of him being dead, decided to do me out of some cash?” She reached down and began to rub the bulge in his crotch, feeling it stir and stand and grow under her hand. “I guess we will never know.” He turned her so they faced and began kissing her, both hands now massaging her tits, then opening her blouse, firming them in his hands, making the nipples strut and tremble in the darkness. He lowered his mouth and sucked gently on them, first one and then the other. She moaned and seized his cock through his shorts and began to move it up and down.
It became impossibly long and hard, running down his pants leg until the head of it was peeking out of the leg of his shorts. “Mom, I think you and me had better do something about this,” he told her, as he reached into her bikini and ran a finger down the soft, wet groove of her cunt and felt the rise and throb of the rampant clit. “Oh yes, son, yes… yes!” She raised up on her toes and her tongue speared deeply within his throat, laving his mouth and inside cheeks.
Her lips suctioned upon his, making him shake with desire. Finally her lips softened and she eased away and slowly unzipped his fly. Reaching inside, she removed his cock and with equal slowness and gentleness began to masturbate the gigantic instrument of love. It oozed a stream of clear liquid that ran down stickily upon her fist and she paid it no attention. She kissed his paps and tongued them until the little nipples thrust hard against her lips. “Tim… did you come, when that trooper crashed into the cabin?” she asked softly, her tongue licking his chest. “Yeah, why?” He was kissing her tits, licking them and making the nipples quiver. “I knew you were nearly ready, for your balls had stopped swinging and slapping my ass. They were tight against your cock and I remember your cock beginning to swell like it does just before you come. Did you come a lot?” “It squirted out about three feet in the air,” he told her, “about two or three spurts. Then I dived into the couch to get away from his gun.”
He was fingering her asshole, pushing his finger into it up to the first knuckle and turning it about. She gasped and thrust back against him. “Do you want to fuck my ass?” she asked him. “I sure do,” he panted. “Right here, right now?” They were at the edge of the patio now. She murmured her pleasure as he continued to finger her.
“Yeah, right now,” he gasped. They hurried over to a chaise lounge. Mara tore the cushion from it and placed it upon the concrete flooring. Then she knelt upon it and bent over the frame of the lounge, twisting so her ripe ass was pointed up at him, her thighs widely spread. She was panting with her needs. “Gosh, Mom, you sure are hot tonight,” he groaned. Taking another cushion, he placed it back of her and lowered to it. His huge cock, hard and swinging about like a warm club, nudged between her thighs and under to rub in the wet slit of her cunt. A flood of her fuck-juice came down and spurted out upon it and the head was slick with her liquids. He felt the warm wash of it and groaned. Reaching under she began to finger her clitoris and the little instrument stiffened and thrummed under her ministration. She began to hunch back against him, her soft asscheeks slamming into his belly. Seizing her asscheeks he spread them apart. “There it is,” he murmured, and fingered the little brown hole there, puckered and awaiting his intrusion. “Be easy,” she breathed. “You are terribly huge to go into such a small place.” “You know I will,” he murmured, as he placed the head of his cock against the brown spot and pressed inward, making it slick with her own juices and easing the head so that it was about half in, the hole spreading slowly as the muscle there loosened. Then the entire plum-colored knob popped into the cavern, the muscle closed tightly back of it, and Tim gasped at the sharpness of the pinch. His balls jumped and trembled as he felt the squeeze of the ring.
“Are you in?” she asked plaintively. “I feel like you just put a ball bat inside me.” “Yes,” he breathed, his breath coming short in his chest. It was a most exquisite pleasure he had experienced. The slowness of the act, the building up of the lust within them, the apparent need of his mother to feel him feed the monster cock up her dark hole, all accumulated to thrill him as never before. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. There was no doubt about it, this was going to be a glorious spurt when the moment came.
“Don't rush it, honey. Be easy and slow and let's get the most out of it.” She eased back and caressed his balls, tickling him from the roots of his cock at his puckered asshole to his balls, and then caressed the shaft of his cock all the way up its incredible length to where the knob was fitted into the anus. He trembled with her caresses and she knew that he was building toward a crisis. “Easy, honey,” she breathed, putting her fingers to her cunt again and caressing just inside the lips, rimming her sensitive opening and caressing the little clit until her loins began to heave and move under her private finger-fucking. He settled himself firmly and, holding her hips, he eased the cock deeper inside her, making the hole stretch and the tissues within spread at its gigantic girth. She breathed through her nose to make sure she did not let herself get carried away with the moment and the movement. Deep inside her she felt her own crisis building, stirring, pausing and then stirring again. A slow warmth invaded her tissues, firing her blood, rising as a hot flood within her. She moaned and twisted and fucked back against him, feeling the hot thrust of his rod deeper and deeper. “My cock's nearly in your ass, Mom,” he whispered, his breath ragged and panting. “And I can't hold myself off much longer.” “Just a little longer, darling,” she cried. “Let me build up a little more and then we will go together! Ah, damn, but you can sure fuck a woman until she is weak to her bones,” she told him. She was beginning to thrust back and forth, meeting his hunching that was driving the huge cock all the way into her guts. The cock staff was slick with his juice and slime and was slipping in all the way into her depths. He settled into the rhythm and she began to sway with him, moaning as she heaved back and forth. Her full, lust-tightened tits rocked against the chaise lounge, the nipples rubbing and thrilling, and her fingers delved into the sensitive depth of her cunt, making her hunch more rapidly and bring herself nearer to her private explosion. “I'm almost there, Mom!” he yelled. “So am I, ohhhhhhhhoooo,” she moaned, her voice rising and falling. She grunted and heaved back against him, holding there, her ass arched high and her cunt and ass full of fingers and cock.
Then it hit them both the same time. “I'MMM COMMMINNNNGGG,” he yelled, heaving it into her, his balls tightened and squirting his juice deep inside the dark cave of her colon. She could feel the throb and spurt of each load of jism as it lurched from his cockhead, washing the insides of her gut with the hot cream. “WHEEEEE, I AM TOOOOO,” she squealed, and then grunted and groaned, as the squeeze and throb of her own crisis and climax caused her nerve-ends to quiver and vibrate, making her cunt flutter and throb against her fingers.
She moaned and went through one climax after other, as she felt his come unload deep inside her until his cock began to soften. He moved his cock from her with a faint, wet plop and sprawled back of her, his strength gone for the moment. About them the darkness deepened, the night came over the lake and the insects began to buzz and saw, nightbirds twittering and fluttering in the woods.
Finally she stirred. “Come on in, sweetie. We'd better get a shower and then a night's sleep. We've had a hard day.” He groaned and rose, and holding hands like lovers, they entered the house. They did not know that they had been watched. First during the lasting daylight, by regular binoculars, and after the darkness came, through a pair of infra-red glasses, that were developed in Vietnam for night reconnaissance. Hank Truman was the new Forest Ranger assigned to the sector in which lay the lake, and the island that was owned and inhabited by Mara and Tim Fletcher. He and his daughter, who was the same age as Tim Fletcher, were making their first trip around his assigned area. Their camper was pulled into Jerry's garage and getting a quick tune, oil change and lube, and the daughter, Cherry, was nosing around the small shops in town. Hank had walked down to the landing in the dusk and, having already cleared it with Jerry, put out into the lake with his small rowboat. He rowed and drifted until he was around the slight bend where he could see the island. It was then he saw the woman and the boy on the island and watched them approach the house. Taking his glasses from their leather case, he zeroed in upon the two as they came to the patio, and watched the entire performance with growing excitement and wonder.
“I'll be damned,” he breathed. “That boy has a cock like a mule.
Bet he is ten inches long!” Then he paid attention to the woman, not knowing that they were mother and son, and immediately began to get a hard-on as he watched her ass being reamed by the huge cock of the boy. She was all woman, he could see, and suddenly he wanted to know more about her. Perhaps Jerry, the garage attendant, could tell him.
“You mean the two on the island out there?” Jerry asked when Hank mentioned seeing them. “Yeah, I know them. That's Mara Fletcher and her boy, Tim.” “Her boy-you mean son?” “Yep. And he's all boy, if you know what I mean. I seen him stripped once and he's a man where a man should be a man, even if he is a boy by age.” Jerry leered, thinking of the scene in the cabin he had caught as he followed Marty through the door. Tim holding his huge cock in one hand and the cream spurting three feet in the air. “I guess I will have to make a call upon them in the morning,” Hank said, “since I am supposed to know everyone in my assigned area.” “If you get to know Mara Fletcher real well, it will be worth the effort, I assure you.” Jerry grinned. “If you get what I mean.” “I think I understand you.” Hank returned the grin. Later that evening, Hank and Cherry were in their motel room. Cherry was showering and called to her father. “Hey, Dad. How about scrubbing my back for me?”
Hank grinned. He knew the invitation and the hidden meaning underneath the words. Quickly he stripped and, with his rather plentifully endowed cock growing as he went toward the shower, and his handful of big nuts swinging, he slid back the curtain and stepped under the water with her. Cherry was five feet two, with tine, full tits, big nipples, at the moment expanding and growing fuller under the gaze of her father; her waist was trim, her belly pleasantly curving down to a dark brush, under which her pink-lipped cunt dewed as she saw her father's big cock harden and lance out from his body and upward as he stepped into the steamy shower with her. She sighed and, bending over, planted a moist kiss upon the purple knob of his cock, sucking slightly right over the little slit and mouthing the little taste of clear lubricating juice that was siphoned from it into her mouth.
“Ummm, that is delicious,” she murmured and then, taking one last nibble at it, she turned, thrust her ass into his belly and said over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling, “Work for your fuck, Daddy dear.
Scrub my back.” Hank Truman had been fucking his daughter, Cherry, ever since he and his wife had divorced. Cherry had come to visit him for a weekend. Before the weekend was over, he had taught her to jerk him off, had come on her belly, and had then fingered her to a climax, working his cockhead between the small lips and coming there, as she keened and squirmed in her first sexual crisis.
Weeks went by, with Cherry visiting her dad at every opportunity, eager now to enter into their secret play. He would finger her until she climaxed. Then he taught her to lie sprawled, her hips raised on a pillow, while he licked and sucked her pink young cunt, until she came, twisting and squealing at the invasion of his hot tongue into her tender young twat. Each time he would end the episode by either pulling her over his lap, or by positioning himself over her body, and rubbing his throbbing cock up and down her slick cunt until he came. When he felt the first rush of his cream starting up his jerking tube, he would squeeze as much of the head into her cunt between the tight, blood-engorged lips as possible, and hold it there as he shook and gasped, pouring his hot cream into the little nest he had created there. Then they would bathe together and he would let her play with him and suck on him until she had mastered the technique.
When she had learned what to do, and to do it right, he let her suck him off one day, and as the hot come spurted into her throat, she gagged and then with reflex began to swallow. Suddenly liking the taste of the sticky white cream from her daddy's cock, she began to swallow and murmur her pleasure, licking him and siphoning upon his cock, until all of his sperm was gone. In a year from the time he had began to teach her the pleasures of sex, he was able to get most of his cock into her tight little cunt. By the time another year was over, she was taking all of him into her, right up to the balls, and squealing with joy whenever she felt his cock stiffen and then throb and begin to spurt his hot cum deep into her vagina. It was not long after this that he began to use her asshole, easing her to the point where the big knob of his cock would slide in (well lubricated with salve of some kind) and then reach deep into her young gut. She did not like this as well as fucking the usual way, but knowing he liked to do it, would suggest it now and again. Then his wife died in a car accident while out upon a date with some liquor salesman, and Cherry became his full responsibility. Being in a good job, he bought a larger house, furnished it nicely, gave his daughter an entire upper suite, and set up housekeeping with her. Now Cherry knew all there was to know about pleasing a man in the sex department. Most studies on incest deal with the problem of the child becoming scarred and warped emotionally by this early parental intrusion. There must be exceptions to the rule, for Cherry loved fucking, and she loved fucking her father. She had other boys occasionally, and now and then a male friend of Hank's. But she always came back to?the large club of her dad's, loving its length and thickness, his expertness in giving her sexual pleasure, and the security of knowing he wanted to give her as much pleasure as she gave him. At the moment his huge erection was moving slowly and tantalizingly up and down the delightful crease of her asscheeks. He was scrubbing her back at the same time, lathering it under the gentle, lukewarm spray. He reached around and caressed her tits, feeling her passion roused in the hard-pointed nipples. He moved his hands down to her ass and lathered her buttocks, moving her legs apart, and washing between them with gentle movements, caressing and rubbing as he did so. “Dad,” she gasped. “You are almost driving me up the wall. Either scrub me or fuck me, but don't tease me! Ohhhhhhh… damn you, Daddy!” She turned and, slapping the soap out of his hand, threw her arms about him and mashed her lips to his. Her hot tongue dug deeply into his throat, rubbed his cheeks inside, and explored his tongue dartingly, teasing him to further hardness. As she did this, she removed one hand from the back of his neck, and down his side, then between them, slowly and tantalizing, and then curled a hot, wet fist about his thick cock. “You tease me, I'll jerk you off and then you'll be mad,” she murmured.
“Jerk ahead, if you wish,” he muttered, his passion rising at the heat and movement of her hand. “I can get another load up in ten minutes.” “But I want this one, right in there.” She took his fingers and shoved them between her thighs. They immediately began to caress, to probe and move about the slick outer lips of her cunt, and she began to moan and hunch against them. “Oh fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, please!” Without answering her, he turned her from him and bent her over, her head and face away from the gentle warm spray.
She leaned over, her hands upon her knees, her pink ass pointed toward him. Her big tits bounced and rolled in the movement of her body, and the nipples grew long and dark, quivering with the excitement of her nearing fuck. “Now you can have it, sweetie,” he grunted, and taking his hard and throbbing cock, he gently inserted it between her thighs and against the inverted shape of her cunt, rubbing it in the slick lubricant that was streaming down her thighs.
Then, with the point of the cockhead seated properly, he pushed easily and gently and, having been there many, many times before, the broad knob slipped into her hot waiting cunt. She gasped and shoved back against him, her soft asscheeks caressing his hot belly. His balls swung forward and tapped her under-thighs as he began to move slowly and deeply, shoving it all the way in, until his hairy belly rubbed her ass, then out again until the knob all but slipped from the lips of her clutching, steaming love-nest. “Ah, God, Daddy, you make me weak,” she moaned. She hunched back against him. “Fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck me until I come!” she screamed softly and reaching under she began to fondle her clit, to get a double charge as he began to pour his hard, thick cock in and out of her cunt. “You're getting it, girl,” he moaned, “getting eight inches of thick, hard cock, right into your baby cradle.” “Oh, Daddy, make me have a baby!” she moaned. “Give me a pretty little baby in my cunt, so I can have a real, live play-doll!” “The thick, white cream that makes babies is just about to squirt right up your cunt, darling,” he panted. Funny, he thought, as he pumped his stiffened cock into the cunt of his daughter, how she always gets hotter when she talked about having a baby by me. He had explained to her that he was sterile and could no longer give children, but that it in no way altered his ability to make love vigorously. But for some strange, unexplained reason, she always got a great charge out of talking about having a baby. Knowing that it made her more passionate, and that there was no danger in getting her pregnant, he played along with the game and answered with the words she always wanted. She was bucking back against him now, her ass-cheeks slapping wetly against his belly. His heavy balls swung in rhythm, patting her thighs, and his cock made liquid noises pistoning in and out of her moist, hot cunt.
“OooHHHHhhhh, Daddy, I'm getting almost there. Are you about ready?” “In a moment, honey,” he panted. He shook the water out of his face and holding her lips above the slightly protruding hipbones, he began to saw his thick cock in and out of her, hammering his cook-head home until he felt the soft-solid bulk of her cervix. He thrust it deep and held it there, feeling his cock stiffen and ready itself to spurt out the hot lava of his lust. As he poised on the moment of his explosion, the scene of his first time with her flashed across the screen of his mind. He had played with her and was ready to come. He had laid her on her back and spread her legs widely.
Her little pink cunt had opened like a tiny rose, and he wondered if it were possible to get the thick cockhead into that little opening.
She was hot and trembly, and breathing deeply through her nose. He fingered her, found the little hole beginning her vagina, and easing down to her, had pushed the broad, thick, slick knob between the pink lips. They spread and then closed in around his knob, just barely reaching about it, not completely enclosing it to the rim. There, he began to rotate it gently with his hand, and to push so it remained firmly in the increasingly hot and slick bed, as her juices began to flow. She had murmured in her pleasure, and now no longer frightened at the sight and feel of the huge cock, she released herself to his manipulations and began to make little hunches and copulative motions, instinctive as a newly born Eve, and then as his cum gushed into the narrow, tight little nest he had made for himself, she shuddered and whimpered, shivering in the throes of her first climax. Caught up in the musing and memory of his first fuck with his nubile daughter, Hank suddenly stiffened, his cock swelling and throbbing. Cherry moaned and shuddered, entering into her climax with little cries.
“Oh, Daddy… I'm coommminng… now, there… there… oh, I'm coming!” She shook and thrust back into him as his gouts of sperm gushed from him and exploded deep inside the dark cavern of her cunt.
He throbbed and spurted into her and she went through a series of climaxes, coming again and again. The little apartment was filled with the odor of their excitement, and the sounds of their fucking, their moaning and their cries.