She shivered, and the tremor of her body, the goose-bumps on the flesh of her arms and legs, were not caused by the chill of the wind or the temperature of the water. Sexual desire raced through her and she trembled as she heard the request of the teenager beside her on the float. “Tim… Timmy…” “Please, Mom. I have never seen a grown woman's tits. I have seen some girls that had little nubs, but that wasn't anything like you.” The bulge in his crotch was so huge that the cloth protruded outward. So hard was he that the shape of the knob of his rampant cock was outlined by the cloth. She could hardly restrain herself from reaching out and encircling the mouthwatering bulge and caressing it through the fabric of his trunks. “It-it isn't right for a son and a mother to do such things,” she whispered. “Mom, I have read where mothers and sons take showers together so the son will know about a woman's body before he gets married, and the same with a daughter and her father.”
She shivered, thinking of it. How it would feel to have soft, warm water pounding down upon them, while the huge cock pressed against her belly. “That doesn't make it right, Tim,” she insisted. She had shifted toward him and the thin cloth that covered her nipples gapped again and he could see the pebbly flesh about them, and the long hardness of them thrusting upward. He turned on his side, not trying to hide his erection, and now the head of his huge cock was almost escaping above the waistband of his trunks. He grunted with the thrill that raced through him as his cock hardened more and the sexual fire raced through his body. “Please, Mom, I just gotta see them.
What would it hurt? There's no one to watch us. We're out here alone, miles and miles of trees and hills between us and anyone else. You know that.” His hand was beginning to knead her breast now. One finger hooked about the little patch of cloth and tugged downward, and his eyes bulged as the shape of her tit began to be revealed. She shook with the intensity of her feelings, and her desire to cast herself into the arms of her son. Finally, forcibly seizing control, she sat up and looked about, staring around the lake. Then she reached back of her and unhooked the bra, letting it fall forward, lying back as she did so. It was loose now, and still retaining hold of it, he gently tugged and then gasped. It slid down to her belly, and lay there, two tiny bits of cloth, her breasts were fully and completely bared to the sun and to him. He stared at them for a long, long time. Then timidly he reached up and cupped a slim hand about her left tit, squeezing it gently, rolling it in his palm, then taking the nipple in his forefinger and thumb and squeezing it gently, tugging upward, until he was holding it outward from her tit, an inch or more and as thick as a thimble. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed, feeling the thrill of a male hand manipulating her tits again after a full year without it. There was more to come, she knew-there had to be now. The reddened knob of his cock thrust above the waistband of his trunks now, and she noticed it throbbing with his excitement.
“You are so uncomfortable,” she told him gently. “Why not slip your trunks off? A young boy gets so excited when he does what you are doing.” Without further invitation, he skinned the trunks down, and his rampant cock swung out and up, slapping against his sweaty belly with a wet, snapping sound. As he returned to playing with her tits, rolling and palming them, squeezing them, tugging at the darkened, quivering nipples, she kept her eyes upon his throbbing prick and thought how it would feel slipping deep into her juicy cunt, or deep into her slurping throat. She had seen only one other cock as big as this of her young son and she recalled it now vividly. It had belonged to her Uncle Benny. One summer he had stayed at her home while he worked, saving money to go to college. He was twenty and she was just beginning to develop, and had been instructed by a girlfriend recently fucked by her brother all about how the big cock could slip way up into your body and make you almost faint as it erupted with hot, slick cum again and again. One afternoon, when all were away from the house but she and her uncle, she went to his bedroom to take some ironed shirts into him. He had taken a shower and was standing nude before his mirror, whistling softly and combing his hair. He did not see her at first, and she stood and stared, bug-eyed at the long, thick cock that swung out from his belly, half-hard, with a big, ruby head completely skinned back. Then he had seen her and turned.
She recalled nearly fainting. Her friend had not told her that it would be so huge. What she did not know then was that hugeness of cocks ran with the men in her family, and apparently Tim had inherited the equipment. Later, in a moment of play, she measured his cock, and found that her uncle had exactly eleven inches. It was as thick as her wrist and the knob was so large, it would scarcely fit into a regular teacup. He had shown all this to her later after they became regular sex partners. But this first occasion made her tremble with fear.
“Mara, you shouldn't come into rooms without knocking.” He stood and continued to comb his hair. His cock started bobbing and weaving, hardening and rising straight out from his belly. He was rapidly getting an erection from her looking at him. “I'm sorry, Uncle Benny. I had some ironing for you and I didn't know you were in here.”
She laid the things she held on the end of the bed, and then sat down upon it, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining and big as she watched the trembling of the strange rod that swayed out in front of him, and the huge balls that swung back and forth between his thighs as he moved. Benny had moved to the bed and, pushing the ironed clothes aside, sat down beside her. His thigh brushed hers and it was like fire thrusting through her. The huge thing, with its swollen head and little eye of a slit, was only inches away from her hand. She wore shorts and a halter and she felt tiny, beaded nipples press outward on her tiny titties and a looseness and wetness begin in her crotch. She moved her legs aside and apart to relieve the pressure and he noticed.
“Honey, haven't you ever seen a man's cock before?” He put his fist about it and stroked it slowly up and down. A bead of clear liquid appeared at the slit and then ran down the side of his thick cock and onto his hand. He did not notice. He was watching her face.
“No. I saw little Jimmy Thrasher's when he peed here one day. But it was tiny and not stiff like yours.” “My pee-pee,” he smiled at her, “is a man's pee-pee and it is stiff like this because it feels good. Want to feel how hard it is?” She hesitated and then put out her hand timidly. Taking it, he placed it upon the thick shaft and closed the fingers around it. “Now move your hand up and down gently.”
He showed her how, moving her hand with his. She recalled now, so many years later, the hotness, so strong and thick her fingers would not close about it, the velvety softness of the skin. And more than anything else, the steel hardness under that soft skin. “You must not tell anyone what we are doing,” he told her. “Oh, I won't, Uncle Benny. This is funny. It feels funny,” she had said. She moved her legs more comfortably apart and one of his hands drifted to her plump thigh and then down into her crotch. She started. She, herself, often played with her cunny. But this was the first time anyone had ever done this to her. After a moment of hesitation, she spread her legs for him and one of his fingers found its way under the shorts leg and began to caress her little cunt. “Let's take off your shorts,” he had told her. “If you can see me this way, and touch me, then I should be able to do the same to you.” She did not hesitate for she was fearful he would take that wonderful plaything of his away from her. And she wanted to see more of it and do more things with it.
So she lay back, reluctantly releasing her hold upon his rampant cock, and quickly skinned out of her halter and panties. Then he lay down beside her and she found his cock again with an eager hand and began to pump him. She sprawled for him and his fingers began to caress her little clit, ran up and down the hot, slick slit, and found the small hole of her vagina, as yet unpenetrated. She noticed that her uncle was beginning to breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his increased tension and lust. She felt funny with his fingers moving in and out of her little pocket there between the thicker lips of her fuzz-surrounded cunt. She began to hunch against his fingers, instinctively, having never had male fingers pushing and touching at her there before. A warm, liquid feeling was spreading through her loins that she was enjoying thoroughly.
Uncle Benny's cock was streaming with his slick, clear pre-lubricating juice. It ran down out of the tiny slit in the purple knob, and dripped over her clasping fingers. But she continued to pump him, feeling the heat and the swelling suddenly becoming greater.
“Honey… I'm going to do something in a moment,” he had gasped to her, “so don't let it scare you.” “What are you going to do?” she gasped, his fingers having found her vagina and probing into the little hole there, enlarging, stretching it. It hurt a little, but at the same time it had felt so good. “When a man gets excited like this and his cock… gets big… and a woman does what you're doing,” he had groaned, thrusting into her tight little fist, “he explodes some sticky white stuff through his cock.” “Are you about to explode?” she asked, her breath panting. She was hunching her little hips against his finger now. “Oh, God yes!” Suddenly he had grabbed her and, before she knew what was happening, he had flipped her onto her back. Then, rising above her and spreading her chubby legs, he had begun to rub the throbbing, angry-red knob of his huge cock up and down the slick lips of her cunt. The puffy outer lips had parted and he had snugged the broad knob between them, pushing until they nearly surrounded it. Then he had circled it around and around, pushing a little, but not getting up into her. He made a hot, slick nest for his cockhead and then, groaning, holding the thick cock in his fist, and the cockhead securely in the little hole of her throbbing cunt, he came. White, thick globs of cum spurted into her and then out again, having no place to go. It covered her legs and her lower belly and then it began to just seep from him, and finally stopped. He had rubbed against her for a long time, making her feel good and wanting to do it again… Mara flashed the scene of her uncle over her, his dangling balls swaying, his rampant cock weaving from side to side, as he lowered it toward her tight little ass. Her eyes never left the engorged cock of her son, as it swayed to his movements, the cock-head thoroughly skinned back and the knob dark red and obviously swelling more and more as he touched her thigh with his hand, while rolling her tit with the other. “Oh, they are so pretty, Mom,” he whispered. “And the nipple gets hard just like my cock. I want to kiss it; is that all right?” “Timmy! You must think your mother is awfully loose to let you do things like that.”
She watched his face change and tighten, his eyes gleam and his lips purse and loosen as he caressed her tits, becoming more and more aroused. “No, Mom. You are wonderful, so wonderful.” He leaned close and kissed her cheek and then her lips. She opened her mouth under his and sucked in his active tongue, pulling it in and out of her lips, trading spit, laving his cheeks and gums and roof of his mouth with her slashing tongue. He began to tremble and breathe hard, and she knew that the hot, moist activity of her tongue in his mouth was bringing him near to his climax. She slowly ceased, bringing him down slowly from the plateau of passion she had raised him to.
Without further begging, he lowered his head and began to kiss the upper slopes of her breasts, his wet lips trailing over them. She shivered at the sensations running down her spine. As he leaned slowly over her, the huge, swollen knob of his cock trailed along her side, hot and slick, oozing his fuck-juice. She wanted to reach down and touch it, seize the huge staff and begin to pump it. But at this moment, at least, she was unable to bring herself to it. One of his hands reached down and caressed her belly just where the heavy bush of her pubic hair began and then slid down slowly, to caress the puffed outer lips. She started and quickly removed his hand. He groaned with disappointment and then his lips closed over the nipple on her left breast. He sucked on it, drawing the erect knob of flesh between his lips and tugging gently upon it. His breath was so hot with lust that it burned. He pushed the nipple back into the breast flesh, and then slowly, excruciatingly sucked it out again and into his mouth. She felt her liquids gush into her cunt and knew that if she were to feel, she would be able to find herself dripping wet.
Now he was lapping and sucking her tits in earnest, first one and then the other, while his hands caressed her sides, cupped her tits and pulled them upward to his lips, smoothed her belly and tried again to finger her cunt. “Oh, Timmy, don't do that, please.”
“But, Mom, it makes me feel so good to touch you. I almost come, just feeling the outside of it.” She twisted away from him. “I let you touch my breasts and kiss them. That was what you asked to do.
But every time I let you do one thing, you do another, or try to. You aren't being fair.” “All right, Mother.” He was so contrite and his huge prick, against his slim body, seemed so out of proportion that she felt sorry for him momentarily. And then she felt his lips on her nipple again and his hand caressing the other one, and she knew that her sympathy was wasted. He didn't want to be sympathized with-he wanted to fuck, there was no doubt about that. And so did she. But with her own son? Her desires were nearly erupting and she noticed as she relaxed under his sucking, caressing lips again, that his fuck-juice was actually streaming out of the gaping slit in the head of his cock. Without thinking, she reached over and took the shaft in her hand. He moaned in pleasure and twisted about more so she could reach him better, but never leaving off his sucking of her delicious tits. Her nipples were bright red from his lapping and sucking, and her tits had swollen in passion until they stood out from her chest like small melons. Her fingers wrapped themselves about his hot cock and she sighed. How good it felt! It had been over a year now since she had felt the huge, steel-hard, yet velvety softness of a man's rampant cock in her fist. She eased her hand up and played about the underpart of the rim and the cockhead with her thumb, in the sensitive part where the nerves are close to the surface. His balls rolled forward and nudged her fist and she rubbed them with her other hand, feeling their fullness and knowing a pride that her son was a man, well hung with balls and cock. Slowly she began to pump her hand up and down the long, thick shaft of his prick, feeling his belly shake with his excitement, and his lips suck harder and his tongue lap at the nipple. She could sense his excitement. His mother was jacking him off! And she was no less excited. For it felt so good, to have the fullness of a man's prick again in her fist. How many, many times she had dreamed of this during the past year. Mike had not minded her masturbating him. She liked to jerk men off. She would watch the expression of their faces, their grimaces, and feel the surging of their bodies under the manipulation of her hand. She had begun this early with her young Uncle Benny, and had loved doing it ever since.
In high school she had jerked off every boy she dated on at least the second date, and then let him fuck her on the third. But now and then, just for the pure enjoyment of it, she would not let him fuck her until she had shucked him down, and had jacked him off and let his first cum of the evening spurt out into her hankie or onto the ground, or now and then, between her tits or on her belly. Then she would strip him down and play with him, sucking the slowly stiffening cock until he stood rampant again, and then lower herself under him and let him pound the swollen, streaming rod deep in and out of her equally steaming cunt. The feel of the hot cum spurting into her fist, the sensation of feeling the pulsing of the big vein on the underside of the cock, and the balls tightening up to cuddle against her hand as they worked to bring the hot cum-juice squirting out of the throbbing cock, always sent her, and made her more than ready for tine invasion of an eight-inch rod deep into her guts. One thing the boys could always say about Mara, she gave as good as she got. She was a real “fellow” when it came to fucking, and no boy or man ever left her up-tight and unfucked or at least unjerked-off. She was not a tease in any sense of the word. She gently pushed him over on his back.
For a long moment she considered straddling the slim body, thrusting the huge, slick cock into her cunt-hole and fucking him until she was exhausted and be drained. Then she resisted the impulse and settled down beside him, her hand moving slowly and expertly, from the tip of the cockhead down to the base of his beautifully shaped prick. She was breathing heavily with her passion and wanted to get her fingers into her cunt and rub her clit until she exploded. But she held back and concentrated upon bringing her son to his climax. Tim was groaning with his passion, his hips hunching up and down, moving his thick cock through her slick fist, using it as a tight cunt. He did not know how it felt to fuck a mature woman. But he knew what it was to have a hand job done on him. That had been done many, many times. Seemed like the girls liked to play with his cock and some of them sucked it until he spurted his thick globs of cum right onto their bellies, or spewed it up into their breast-valleys or even onto their faces. He recognized, however, that he was being jerked-off by an expert. His mother's small hand was steadily bringing him along.
He could feel his cum rolling and pausing, poising to squirt out through his cock-slit in a moment or two. He held back, quivering under the extreme pleasure and joy of the sensation and closed his eyes, moaning in his approaching moment. Mara knew he was near and decided to let him go on. He was completely absorbed in her manipulation of his cock now, and was not playing with her tits. She moved her free hand under his ass and he raised up for her. Fingering the crack of his buttocks, she found the puckered little hole of his anus and wormed her finger around and around until she had inserted it up to the knuckle. He gasped and then she began to jack his cock in earnest, running her fist up and down the quaking shaft quickly, making a liquid sound as her fist reached his belly, slapped against his sweaty pubic area, and then flashed up the stem again to reach the very top. She was causing him great pleasure and he grunted with it, fucking into her fist with heavy hunching of his hips. He was straining to hold back, to exact every ounce from the activity of his body, the thrill of having his mother's hand bring him to a roaring climax, and the deep, straining pleasure of his cum gathering and readying itself to spurt out into the world. “Oh… Oh gawd, Mom… I'm-I'm-going to… I am coming, coming… OOOoooh, there it is now!” He thrust up into her fist and held there, his body arched and quivering. She thrilled and gasped and then suddenly spread her legs widely, knowing he would not notice her, so absorbed was he in his own great, body-shaking pleasure. With her free hand she grabbed her clit and began to rub it, finger-fucking herself furiously, as she hand-jobbed her son. Then she felt his penis swell, become steel-hard and then throb, as a gigantic curd of cum burst from the hole in the head of his penis and arced at least four feet in the air above the float. She gasped in excitement and maintained her grip upon him.
His penis throbbed again and another huge glob spurted, not as high this time, and then his body mechanisms took over and he hunched and groaned until his body was a mess of poured-out cum, white and creamy, hot and sticky, and had run down his shaft and covered her fist.
Finally it was over, and he sighed and sank back. She tenderly milked his cock until every last bit of his cum was out of his cock-stem. She cleaned her hands in the lake water and then, wetting his shorts, she wiped him and his penis clean. Patting it, she let go of it, seeing it fall flaccid across his thigh, red and used-looking, now depleted until he was able to get her fingers into her cunt and rub her clit until she exploded. But she held back and concentrated upon bringing her son to his climax. Tim was groaning with his passion, his hips hunching up and down, moving his thick cock through her slick fist, using it as a tight cunt. He did not know how it felt to fuck a mature woman. But he knew what it was to have a hand job done on him. That had been done many, many times. Seemed like the girls liked to play with his cock and some of them sucked it until he spurted his thick globs of cum right onto their bellies, or spewed it up into their breast-valleys or even onto their faces. He recognized, however, that he was being jerked-off by an expert. His mother's small hand was steadily bringing him along. He could feel his cum robing and pausing, poising to squirt out through his cock-slit in a moment or two. He held back, quivering under the extreme pleasure and joy of the sensation and closed his eyes, moaning in his approaching moment.
Mara knew he was near and decided to let him go on. He was completely absorbed in her manipulation of his cock now, and was not playing with her tits. She moved her free hand under his ass and he raised up for her. Fingering the crack of his buttocks, she found the puckered little hole of his anus and wormed her finger around and around until she had inserted it up to the knuckle. He gasped and then she began to jack his cock in earnest, running her fist up and down the quaking shaft quickly, making a liquid sound as her fist reached his belly, slapped against his sweaty pubic area, and then flashed up the stem again to reach the very top. She was causing him great pleasure and he grunted with it, fucking into her fist with heavy hunching of his hips. He was straining to hold back, to exact every ounce from the activity of his body, the thrill of having his mother's hand bring him to a roaring climax, and the deep, straining pleasure of his cum garnering and readying itself to spurt out into the world. “Oh… Oh gawd, Mom… I'm-I'm-going to… I am coming, coming… OOOoooh, there it is now!” He thrust up into her fist and held there, his body arched and quivering. She thrilled and gasped and then suddenly spread her legs widely, knowing he would not notice her, so absorbed was he in his own great, body-shaking pleasure. With her free hand she grabbed her clit and began to rub it, finger-fucking herself furiously, as she hand-jobbed her son. Then she felt his penis swell, become steel-hard and then throb, as a gigantic curd of cum burst from the hole in the head of his penis and arced at least four feet in the air above the float. She gasped in excitement and maintained her grip upon him. His penis throbbed again and another huge glob spurted, not as high this time, and then his body mechanisms took over and he hunched and groaned until his body was a mess of poured-out cum, white and creamy, hot and sticky, and had run down his shaft and covered her fist. Finally it was over, and he sighed and sank back. She tenderly milked his cock until every last bit of his cum was out of his cock-stem. She cleaned her hands in the lake water and then, wetting his shorts, she wiped him and his penis clean. Patting it, she let go of it, seeing it fall flaccid across his thigh, red and used-looking, now depleted until he was able to get it up again. She really did not doubt that in a few minutes he could have it rearing again. “Oh, Mom,” he whispered, touching her tit nearest him, seeing it still reared and hard. “You never got any enjoyment out of it, and here I am glowing with it.” She lay back beside him, her fingertips barely touching the head of his cock.
“Timmy, we must never do this again. I did it for you because I knew you were so wrought up. But this is all. Mothers and sons are not supposed to act like this, it isn't right.” But as she talked to him, her fingers were rubbing the sensitive head of his cock, causing it to swell and stir, and before she was finished saying what she wanted to convey to him, he had a half hard-on, swaying and bobbing above his belly. “Let's do it again, Mom,” he whispered. “Or at least let me finger you off. You are needing it, I can tell.” Her heart was beating hard within her chest wall. “Oh, Timmy, you are so bad. Is sex all you think about?” But her hand was resting on his thigh and then slid over and began to cuddle and palm his huge balls, making him squirm with pleasure, and the egg-sized balls roll gently around in the hairy, sensitive sac. Without answering her, he slid his hand from her tit down to her cunt hair and ran a finger down the puffed lips between her legs. Moaning a bit, she put her forearm over her eyes and gently spread her legs. He scooted down closer so he could see what he was doing and have a good look, for the first time in his life, at a maturely developed cunt. As she spread her legs, the puffed, reddened outer lips, the labia, gaped and he could see the tender, pink flesh further in, and the smaller hole. He saw the clitoris strutting above the upper fold of her cunt-lips and touched it, making her hunch into his hand. He touched it again, and then began to caress it, massaging it slowly, causing it to quiver and jerk. His mother gasped and hunched again, murmuring, “Oh yes, there… there!” Her cunt was putting out a large amount of juice now, slick and clear and hot, and he mixed his fingers into it, and then rubbed it slowly up and down the widened slit of her cunt, making her gasp with pleasure and make fucking movements against his hand.
She moaned and clutched at his shoulders and then fell into a long, grinding, pleasure-colored climax. “Oh… Timmy… I'm… Fm…
Coommmmingg!” she screamed faintly. Her body heaved against his hand, which was continuing to dip into her hot, slick cunt and shove in and out in a fucking motion, feeling to her almost like a huge cock pushing and pulling in and out of her. “Oh, Tim… coming again… OOOoooeee, it feels good!” She squirmed and pushed against his hand until all of the little pulses were spent and she relaxed limp and almost fainting on the platform of the float.