After resting on the float for several minutes, Tim rose and, smiling at his mother, slipped into the water.
“Thanks, Mom.” He grinned. “Like it says in the ad, I needed that. And you know what?” His face became serious. She rolled over and looked at him, covering her breasts with a forearm, suddenly shy with him, now that the episode was completed. Why had she done it? she wondered. She was not an incestuous person. She had never thought of having sexual intercourse with her son before this morning. At least not consciously. “What do I know?” She reached out and tweaked his nose. He ducked, slid under the water and came up sputtering. “You need more than just a finger job, Mom. I can tell. You need-” He hesitated to say the word to his mom, but then boldly continued, “You need to have a big cock slipped in and out of you until you come. Then you wouldn't be so nervous and restless.”
“Oh, Timmy. Of course you are right. But we mustn't get ourselves all worked up again. We must not do anything like that again.” He grinned at her and then, turning in the water, he thrashed away to the shore and climbed to the beach where he had been working before she had come down to the lake with him. She sighed and watched him, desire growing hugely between her legs again. God, how right he was. She needed to be fucked by a huge cock, ramming in and out of her, making her come again and again. Finally she rose and, diving into the lake, swam to the shore and went into the house to shower and begin the noon meal for them. It was a long tune until her sexual appetites quieted and she could go about her household chores without wanting to scream out for a man. Two days went by without either of them mentioning the episode on the lake float. Tim and she lay on the patio during the first evening and watched a portable television, laughing together over the antics of a popular comic character. She noticed that he was more relaxed about her and that when they were near each other he always had a half hard-on bulging his shorts. She suspected that he had ceased wearing underwear shorts so his erection might be more noticeable. That first evening he went to the shower before bedtime and walked boldly into her bedroom and stood leaning against the doorframe, completely nude. She heard him and turned, gasping at the sight of him. His huge young cock, jerked-off and played with during the day, was now wanting again. He stood, hip-shot, one shoulder against the door, and his cock hung, half-erect, out from his body, already seven inches or so, and thick, moving a little as blood stirred and filled its veins. It was so beautiful she wanted to kneel before it and suck the dark pink knob into her mouth and siphon his spurting cum deep into her stomach.
“Mom,” he had said, “are we going to stay here all summer?”
She had flushed and was not paying too much attention to him, her eyes on the slowly growing cock, flaring, skinning back at the knob, the big balls swinging gently between his white thighs. “Huh?
What did you say, Tim?” Then she continued before he could tell her, “Please get some clothes on, someone… might come in.” “Okay, Mom. But are we going to stay here all summer?” He walked into the kitchen, his big cock swinging and bobbing before him. She stood watching him, a fire beginning to burn between her legs again.
“Yes, son. All summer, until it is time to get you in school again. I think it will be best for both of us to work out our problems here, rather than in the city among so many people.” “Oh, boy!
Then, we can have sex together… like we did on the float? And,” he pleaded, his hand now grasping his cock and slowly skinning the foreskin back over the swelling, purple-pinkish head, “maybe some other kind of sex, too?” She sat down abruptly in a chair and he came and stood before her, his cock fully erect now, the knob reaching up to his belly button. Her hand drifted out and her fingers curled around the stem. Slowly she began to masturbate him. Then, her eyes vacant and longing, she bent forward, forming her mouth into a beautiful O, and placing it directly over the slit that was leaking clear, slick lubricant. She kissed it tenderly, and then raised up, and the fluid, clinging to her red lips, looped out from his cock to her mouth, in a long, shining string. She shuddered and then wiped her mouth. “Tim, we must talk about this,” she told him, “talk about it in depth. I will cab you for the talk when I am ready. Now.”
She rose briskly and slapped his cock playfully, making it quiver and swing. “You go get your shower and get ready for bed.” He grimaced and then left, slowly allowing his cock to soften and lose its hardness. Later, in bed, he turned on his light, and taking a box of sex pictures from his side-table drawer, he read and looked at the pictures until he was hard again and then slowly jacked-off, letting the cum spurt up high on his body and cover his hand as it slowed in its flowing from his prick. The following day she spent on the mainland in a small town close by, shopping for groceries and other needed items. It was not much consolation to her to have men ogle her as she walked by, her neat ass tic-tocing in her tight slacks. Looks didn't make one twitch and scream with the joy of climax. But she did appreciate that she could still draw their attention. She returned in the middle of the afternoon and found Tim building his raft again, the first efforts having come to disaster when he tried to launch it. He waved to her and turned back to his work. She put the purchases away and, in her swimsuit, went down to the lake and swam for a half-hour, wondering all the time why they did not swim in the nude, since there was no one around to see them. The thought was pleasing and she decided that from now on they would try it.
Supper was rather late, after the darkness was nearly complete.
Tim talked about a TV show he had seen that afternoon, and a fish in a nearby brook which he was sure he could catch. Seeing that he was calm, and that his mind was not on sex at this time, she decided that it would be a good evening to talk to him about their sexual problem.
He went to his room about ten o'clock to listen to his records, and she bathed and, putting on a nightgown and a heavy robe over it that could not be seen through, she went to his door, pecked on the frame and opened it. “Anyone home?” she called and smiled at him. His music was blasting out and he sensed her presence rather than seeing her. Turning, he saw her then, and turned the music down. He was dressed in only the pants of a shortie pajama suit. “I thought this would be a nice time for us to have our talk,” she said and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Sure, Mom. I wondered when we'd have it.” He turned his music very low, and coming over, sat down, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He sprawled on the bed and she saw the bulge, then, of his huge cock, pressing against the front of his pajama pants, and could see the ridge of the knob through the thin material. In fact, the pulsing of the blood through the veins of the large, thick rod could be discerned. He was slowly getting an erection just with her being close to him. “Timmy, I should not have… used my hand on you the other day. This is not the kind of relationship that a parent should have toward a growing son.”
“But, Mom, you helped me out, so much. I have been jerked off by a girl once in awhile at school, or on a quickie date, sitting in a car, but you did it the best I ever experienced. It must have been nearly like having a good fuck.” He rubbed his hand down across his cock and he bulged out further. She trembled at the urge to reach over and take it in her hand. “Son, I know you were relieved. That is only natural. And I know you wanted me to do it for you, which is also natural. But it just is not right. It may… make our relationship more difficult in the future.” “Aw, Mom. I will always love you.”
He twisted around and, reaching down, unbuttoned the fly to his shortie pants and slowly took his huge, erecting cock out, allowing it to swing free. It was red with the pressure of the cloth and, as it bobbed up, the foreskin jerked back down across the cockhead, clearing the pinkish-purple knob. The slit immediately began to emit a dribble of clear, slick liquid. He closed his fist about it and looked at her, a yearning deep in his eyes. “Tim… put it away, please.” She shuddered with desire and felt a thick gush of fuck-juice race down her tubes and bathe her cunt. “I need it again, Mother! Please.
Just one more time. In fact,” his face colored, “I read about how it feels so good to have someone suck your prick until you come. Do you know how to do that?” She stared at him. The thought of loving him by mouth had occurred to her, but the actuality of it had not struck her. She licked her lips and looked at the throbbing, swollen cockhead, almost tasting it in her imagination. “You mean… perform fellatio on you?' “Is that what it's called? All I know is giving head or sucking off,” he told her, his hand reaching out to tease her breast again. Her nipple strutted and he palmed it gently, rolling it, making it spike in its excitement. “Yes, I know how to do it,” she answered him softly, her eyes watching his hand curl about his cock and stroke it absently, his hips hunching into his fist, at the feel of his stroke. “Would you do it to me?” “Tim…” She drew a long, shuddering breath, then nodded.
“All right, so you can have the experience of it. But we must not continue to do these things,” she added. “Mom,” he whispered.
“What?” She reached out and began to caress him, running her hand up and down the full length. “How long is your cock, Timmy?” she asked him. “Jenny Harris measured it one day last month and it was just exactly eight and a half inches long. That's pretty long, huh, Mom? Was Dad as big as me?” She nodded. “That is very large, son. Your father was smaller. Yours is longer and at least an inch thicker around. It is very large. There are some women who cannot take that big a one.” “Can you, Mom?” His eyes were eager, as she pumped him slowly. She nodded. “Yes. I can take it, if I wanted to. Your father was big-not as big as you, but large.” “Did you suck him sometimes?” he asked. She nodded, her eyes not meeting his. She wanted to suck this massive cock of her son. Why not? Who would ever know? “Will you… will you do it for me?” She did not answer, but ran her hand into his shorts and brought out his large balls and caressed them, feeling them move and slither in the hairy sac. Without speaking, she gently pushed him down onto the bed.
Reaching up, she pulled his shortie pajamas off his hips and he kicked them away. She moved his white thighs apart and knelt between them.
“You undress, too, Mom. Please,” he pleaded. Still without answering, she quickly stripped and knelt between his legs, her hands going to his balls and cock. Her large, rounded tits, firm and supporting large, upward-thrusting nipples, big and excited by her play, trembled with her movements. Her belly was flat and her bush came nearly to her navel. It whorled down to her thighs and under; through it the pink lips of her labia glowed, dewy now with her excitement. Was it evil, what she was doing? Was it less pernicious to jack him off, or suck him off, than to let him mount her and fill her with this massive instrument of love? She shuddered in anticipation of what she knew she was going to do. She often came as she sucked a prick, with only the excitement and feel of the cock in her mouth, with nothing touching her cunt. She sighed. It was no use pretending. She had to do it. “Timmy, I want to let you fuck me,” she whispered, “but… I'm still afraid. Let me work up to it, if I do it at all. Right now, let me satisfy you the way you asked me… by mouth.” Her words stung his ears. His breath raced and he could hardly believe it. His cock hardened like steel in her hands and a stream of white pre-cum squirted out of the little slit. “Go on, Mom,” he whispered. He lay back and closed his eyes. She nestled herself closer into the fork of his thighs and stroked his full sac with her fingers, easing them with her touch, making him squirm a bit, as she palmed them and squeezed them gently. Then she came fully to her knees and was directly above the massive cock as she held it upright in her fist. She stared down upon it and still could hardly believe that this huge rod was attached to a teen-aged boy-especially her son. She licked her lips and shuddered again in anticipation of what she was going to do and noticed the quickened breathing, the stirring belly of the boy. Lowering her head, she opened her lips and placed them directly over the point of the cockhead, over the slit, taking gently with her hot tongue. The secretion came off onto her tongue and she rolled it about in her mouth, savoring the taste, the wonderful, salt-sea taste of a man's cock. She licked in a circle about the head, rimming it, laving it… again… again, lingeringly, gradually spreading her lips over the entire surface of it. Then, drawing a deep, trembling breath, she opened her mouth widely, guarding her teeth with her lips and tongue, and took the entire bulb into her cavity, loving the soft, hot feel of it, the seeping of the liquid from it, and the knowledge that she was once again sucking the exciting cock of a virile male. Tim groaned and thrust upward. She gagged and immediately pressed down upon his stomach. He got the message and held himself immobile as she lapped at the head in her mouth-cavity, suckled upon it, the sides of her cheeks rubbing it and hollowing as she did so. Then easily and gently she lowered her head, taking in about three inches of the massive cock, until the knob was pressing against the back of her throat. Mara Fletcher was an experienced cock-sucker. She loved to do it and had experimented on her dates early, and later her husband, until she was “deep-throating” long before Linda L. brought it all to the movies. She took in a deep breath through her nostrils and, swirling her tongue-tip around the sensitive triangle underneath the knob, she was rewarded by feeling the tightening of Tim's belly muscles as he reacted to the pleasure shock, and a grunt of ecstasy.
She shivered with joy at making him flinch with the pleasure, and suckled more fervently. Abandoning all backwardness in sucking the wonderful steel-hard cock of her son, she immersed herself in the act. As she became more and more wrought up in her actions, she became more and more passionate. Experienced in the ways of bringing extreme pleasure to her male partner, she could read his reactions, his little moans of joy, his movements to combinations of sensations racing throughout his entire system. Deeper and deeper she took his big glans to the back of her throat, with five inches of the massive joy-rod disappearing into her mouth and throat as she moved expertly up and down the shaft. Her spit and his cock-juice combined to make a foam that showed on his stem and made a rime about her lips. Her eyes closed, she was immersed in the personal joy of sucking the magnificent cock. Her tits hung across his belly, rubbing, rubbing, dangling and touching, the nipples thimble-large and tingling with pleasure. Mara was enthralled in her act. To her sucking was far more intimate than any other of the sexual activities. She was almost an artist, as she played upon the rigid, pulsing, hot organ of her son. She felt that Tim was getting close to his explosion. She shifted along his body, until she was lying with her head toward his feet and her belly near his head. He reached over and delicately licked her navel and she shivered and moaned around the huge mouthful of cock she was sucking. Now she was lying so that she could eventually take more of the incredible length of his prick into her throat. He was longer than any she had ever tried to deep-throat, and thicker. But she wanted to try. Her loins tingled and she knew that she was streaming with her slick, hot liquids of sex. Crouching beside him, her throat constricting and moving, she slowly swallowed two more inches of the cock. She could feel the throbbing of the blood in the veins, the slick, hot seepage of the liquid from the slit, and feel the tremor of his body, as he strained to keep from hunching his massive instrument into her throat. He was panting and moaning and she knew from the gradual swelling and further elongation of his cock that he was nearing his crisis. She slowly released her grip on the rest of his cock, having now at least six or seven inches in her mouth and throat. With only two more to go, she was able to see his huge balls in the hairy sac right before her eyes. Her nose was touching the hair now and in another minute she would have her nose against his balls. She sucked as she let the rod slip down her throat, past the uvula. The gag reflex stirred but she conquered it. “Oh…
Mom… oh, God… Mom…” Tim whined, his belly sucking in and his balls pulling up tightly against the thickness of his stem. They nudged against her face and she loved the smell of them, sweaty, sexy, manly scent. Her jaw hurt and ached from being wide open for so long.
Only two more inches! She felt his cock pass the back of her throat and into her esophagus, pointing the way to her stomach. If it were six inches longer it would be there. She siphoned, breathing through her nose. He was moaning and beginning to fuck her face in little strokes, driving the cock further and further. Then it was there! She nearly spasmed with the thought. More than eight inches of hard, throbbing male prick was in her mouth and throat and he was at the point of coming. She gave a long, hard suck at it and then slowly, carefully eased her mouth back until the massive cock was out of her throat and she was suckling the knob again. He gasped and his prick constricted and jerked. Mara thrust down and took all of it in one giant swallow, and at that moment the dam burst and he began to come! His huge cock swelled to impossible limits, constricted by the confines of her throat, and then jerked and spat a stream of semen into her stomach. He drew back and thrust and she was forced to retreat from his action, for he was choking her, the great stream of cum filling her throat and her mouth. She swallowed spasmodically and again, and then her mouth was cleared and, as the last spurts of cum were jetted into her mouth, she sucked at the moments of ejaculation and drew them from the hot tube, making the boy squirm and moan with the feeling. Timmy was shouting in an agony of pleasure, moaning and muttering, then keening again, as his balls seemed to be drawn through his cock by the sucking, laving, loving mouth of this woman, his mother! Then, all too quickly, it was over. The spurts of his manhood eased down to a flow and then a final surge, and it was all out of him for the time being. She eased back gently and suckled upon the shiny glans, taking the final drops of his semen, tasting the wonderful, slightly salty, slightly raw flavor of his cum. He lay breathing deeply, drained and weak. She cuddled down beside him and, cradling his cock in her hand, caressing his balls with the other, they both dozed off in a sweet, light sleep.