When Tim awoke the next morning, his mother was gone from his bed. But he vividly relived the sensation of her hot, loving mouth sucking his prick, and he stretched and erected immediately. Caressing himself until he was stone-hard, he wondered how he would ever get her into his bed again. But he need not to have worried about it. Mara had made up her mind about it all. If it had to be, then it had to be, and thrown together as they were, what had happened and what was going to happen in the future was the natural consequence. She had given in, and knew that one day soon, one night before long, she would feel that gigantic cock of her son reaming her cunt to the core. She shuddered as she took her morning shower and washed away the dried cum from her thighs where he had spurted in the night. She had been awakened by his probing, still asleep and dreaming-trying to get his huge cockhead into her anus. She had reached back and moved the shaft between her legs and let him hunch until he moaned and came, smearing her thighs. She had come with him and, asleep in a moment, dreamed of him fucking her. Tim spent the morning swimming, came back for lunch, and afterwards went out upon the beach and lay there, nude, taking the sun. His body was getting as brown as that of an Indian. From the cottage window, she saw that he was semi-erect, thinking and dreaming, she decided, of the night's sexual adventure with her. She shivered at the thought and remembrance of the feeling of his great organ in her mouth and throat, and felt her cunt quake with the desire to envelope all of his cock in hot, liquid depths. Why not? she thought. Why not right now? On the beach in the open, with the blue skies above and the lake lapping musically at their feet. What better way to enjoy the sensation of love in the extreme? Rapidly she made her decision and, stripping off nude, she walked slowly down to him, carrying a short towel draped casually about her shoulders. Her large, full tits bounced gently as she walked. The nipples were lengthening and darkening as she approached him, for the thought of what was about to transpire made her entire body tingle. “Hi, honey.” She stood above him, shading his eyes with her shadow. He opened them and then widened them at the sight of the naked woman, her legs slightly parted, standing over him, her cunt gaping slightly with a moisture gathering upon the darkened lips. “Hi, Mom. Gee, you look great. Going swimming?” She dropped down beside him and laid the towel over her lap, covering the bush and the quivering, desiring cunt beneath it. “Not right now, honey. Just wanted to join you, if you don't mind.” “Golly, I don't mind, Mom.” He grinned at her and, taking hold of his cock, he moved his hand up and down slowly, causing the organ to swell and strip back the foreskin. The dark-pink head bared itself, glistening in the sun, moist and full. She immediately recalled the taste of it upon her palate. “Mom, I sure did like what we did last night,” he said, slowly stroking his cock, his eyes upon her tits and the strutting nipples. “Timmy, you mustn't think about sex all the time,” she admonished, but her eyes never left the magnificent prick as she spoke. He was so thick and long, so smooth and silky-hard under the white skin. And the balls were wonderful to tease, making them move mysteriously in the hairy sac between his thighs. “Aw, Mom.
Boys think of sex all the time. Don't girls?' “No, they don't,” she told him. “They think of boys a lot, but not always of having sex with them.” “They don't know what they're missing.” He grinned.
He was beginning to move his hips a little, fucking his fist, the clear, sticky lubrication running down upon his fist. “Mom, have you ever been screwed in… in the ass?” he asked abruptly. His face reddened, and she smiled to herself. He was still a boy, embarrassed at certain words and phrases before his mother. “Yes, Timmy, I have. Why?” “Does it feel as good as being fucked in the… right place?” “Fucked in the cunt, Tim, that was what you wanted to say.” She smiled at him, and one of her hands caressed her tit, making the breast swell and the nipple quiver in the hot sun. “Yes, I have been fucked in the ass, Tim. It doesn't always feel as good as when it is done the other way. But if you like sex, then it is all right.”
“Doesn't it hurt? After all, the asshole isn't as big as your… cunt.” He hesitated in saying the word to her. “Sometimes, if the man is too quick, and pushes too fast, then it can hurt. But if he is easy and takes his time until the head of his cock is through the first muscles of the anus, then it will be all right.” He lay back, still stroking his huge cock. She reached over and took his hand away and took over the masturbation job herself. “Timmy… you loved what I did for you last night?” He nodded, his eyes shut, concentrating upon what she was doing. “Sure did.' She was silent a moment, then took his hand and placed it upon her cunt, spreading her legs and letting his fingers find their way to the juicy nest there. He fingered her and then took her clit between thumb and forefinger and caressed it until it stood erect, quivering in its need. “Timmy… have you ever… given a girl head?”
“What-oh, no. No, I never have.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Why?” She had her face turned from him, her hand moving slowly and steadily up and down his swollen, throbbing shaft. She was trembling with her want. “Mom… do you want me to love you with… my mouth?” She nodded, her face still turned. He removed her hand from him gently and sat up. “I will. I have wanted to do that for a long time. But you'll have to help me.” She finally turned to Mm and he saw the desire on her features, her eyes wide and dilated. Slowly she lay back and spread her thighs. “Begin with my breasts, honey. Kiss them and then work downward. When you get there I will tell you what to do.” He nodded and, lying beside her, his huge hard cock nudging her side, he lowered his mouth to her tits and licked and kissed first one and then the other. Slowly her passion built. Her breath came heavily and she moaned in her throat. She caressed his head and ran her hand down his back, stroking his sun-hot skin. Her hips slowly rotated, seductively hunching into the sand and against his side. He sucked her nipples until they stood reddened and above, thrusting out from the body of the tits. Then he began to lick and lap his way down her body, past her deep belly button to the fringe of her bush. “Now, honey,” she breathed, raising her knees and flexing them, then spreading her thighs widely, opening herself fully to him, “just run your tongue down the fold of my slit. There you will find, at the upper part, a stiff little man. He is standing out just like your beautiful cock is poking my thigh. Put your lips about it and suck it, just like you are sucking my nipples.” He hesitated momentarily, breathing in the aroma of woman, the ripe scent of cunt, urine and sweat, mingled with a perfume she had stroked upon her bush at the time of her bath. It was the most exciting odor he had ever experienced and it thrilled him to his core. She was breathing deeply and her hips rotated in a slow, thrilling rhythm, hunching gently up at his face. His eyes and nose were close to the dewy slit, the lips slightly opened to him. He lowered his face and his tongue touched the upper part of her cunt. “OOOOHHHhhhh, Timmy! You are doing it just right,” she crooned and, reaching down, she placed both hands on his head and guided him down a little more.
“There, right there.” And he saw it then. A little pink knot, surrounded by a fold of pink flesh. It throbbed visibly before his eyes. He laved it with his tongue, licking it rapidly and then slowly, until she was moaning with pleasure. He began to get the knack of it. The long stroke of the tongue up the slit, ending with the clit, and then back again. Pause long enough to thrust as deeply as possible into the darkness of her love-tunnel. Rub the sides with your tongue, lap and wiggle it, and then draw it out slowly, savoring the heat and the slickness and the wet, and then up to tease the “little man” again. His head was nodding in an ancient rhythm, his hands clasped under her, clutching the firm globes of her ass. She widened to him and held his head to her hot, steaming cunt, hunching now against his young tongue. God, it was so good! She moaned and threw back her head, her eyes closed, her hips thrusting and retreating. And then it was there. A toe-curling, belly-sagging, breath-stopping climax! She quivered and whimpered, her hands caressing his face, her hips hunching and twisting, and an unearthly keening coming from her throat. Another huge surge of feeling and she grunted and moaned, thrusting her cunt upward, mashing his face between the liquid-leaking folds of her vagina. He was licking and thrusting his tongue in and out like a small penis, and she was coming again and again. His face was smeared with her cunt-juice, slick, hot and salty-tasting. He loved it. As she came, he held her hips close and, placing his lips about the upthrusting form of her clit, he sucked on it rapidly, as he would suck and tug on a turgid nipple. She gasped and held his ears, moving his head back and forth, making her loins tingle and making her rise to her peak again, coming and coming, until she finally pushed his face away from her, closed her streaming thighs, and rolled over on her side. “God, Timmy… you're killing me! I'm so weak now,” she whispered, “that I couldn't walk from here to the patio.” He stretched out beside her, her back to him, spoon-fashioned. Seizing his rampant cock, he began to massage it again. “Mom,” he said, his voice trembling, “will you let me fuck you in the ass?” She sighed and turned over toward him. Pulling his head to her shoulder, she caressed his face and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. “My little boy wants to experience sex in every way imaginable. All right. Let me rest for an hour, for you took all my energy. Then we'll see how we can do, all right?” He nodded, looking down at his turgid cock, the head flared in passion and silvery-clear liquid oozing from the gaping slit. “I sure want to come, though. An hour is an awful long time.” She smiled at him and reaching down patted his cock. “He can use a rest. We've been making him work a lot the past two or three days. Let's wait the hour and then you'll come all the harder.” This was difficult for Tim, but he grumblingly agreed. He rose and walked slowly to the lake and then, wading in, he swam slowly and lazily out to the float, clambered aboard it, stretched out, and soon was dozing in the warm sun.
Mara stretched out in the sand and did the same. She dreamed as she dozed of a strong man who would come into her life and thrill her with his needs, fucking her until she was hardly able to walk. Again and again the scene played upon the screens of her dreaming subconsciousness and she writhed and twisted under its impact, her hand delving into the slick cavern of her cunt, rubbing her clit and making her come again and again. She woke and lazed through another half-hour. Then, hungrily, she rose and showered and, going into the kitchen, made and set out a plate of sandwiches, poured milk for Tim and coffee for herself. Going to the door, she called to him.
The boy rose and stood on the float, tall and angular. His huge cock, half-hard with some dream, swayed and bobbed before him, out of proportion to his young body. “Boy body,” she murmured, watching and yearning with the core of her being to have that beautiful instrument streaming in and out of her cunt. “Man cock. What a joy that is going to be to some woman later.” She smiled ruefully to herself and shook her head. Too bad she couldn't just isolate him and keep him with her until the fires of her passions ceased in her old age. He came in famished and they sat, nude and unembarrassed now, eating and chattering about things that they had not talked about for some time. Their station wagon parked on the mainland, his bicycles in the home garage needing repair, her plans for their evening meal. And all the while, they both were not voicing what was in their minds. They both knew that as soon as possible after these sandwiches were gone they would be hi the bedroom on the bed, or down at the shore again, seeking new pleasures from their demanding bodies.
The decision on where they would perform the anticipated acts was taken out of then: hands. Swiftly dark clouds rose and spread and wind came with force, causing the lake to toss. A summer storm roared out of nowhere and rain lashed down, making them scurry around closing windows, and bringing in papers and books from the patio stands. The cottage was air-conditioned, so there was no question of discomfort.
They came back into the kitchen again, laughing about their having to hurry and Mara teasing Tim about nearly getting his cock caught in closing the patio door. “If it were not so big, and if it were not always sticking out so erect, you would not have that land of trouble,” she teased. He grinned and, reaching out, cupped her naked tit, wet with raindrops, kissed and licked the nipple until it was darkened and hard, trembling in its need. She sighed and, smiling, took his hand and led him from the kitchen, down the hallway and into his room. As she led him, his huge cock hardened, swaying from side to side, bobbing and nodding, touching her back from time to time. He was excited in the anticipation of what was coming. His eyes lowered to her full, firm buttock cheeks, sweetly tic-tocing ahead of him. Within that darkened crevice, he thought, is a little hole, and she is going to let me shove this tool of mine right up her ass. He shivered with the thought of it and his cock rose instantly to full erection, the knob bared and darkened with blood. Underneath the shaft his huge balls swung from side to side, full of thick, creamy cum that he would spurt deep inside her colon. She led him into the room and closed the door. Going to the bed, she pushed him down and stood between his legs, toying with his hair as he kissed her tits, sucked the large nipples, and let his tongue glide wetly down her body to tease her belly-button. “Tim, if you have never done this, there are a few things you have to know, or you can hurt me badly, being as large as you are.” “I've never done it, Mom. Tell me.” “Well, you have to get my asshole very slick. Either by fingering my own cum from my vagina, or yours from your cock. Or you can put vaseline on your cock and on my anus and that will let you slip in. But you must not plunge or thrust hard at first. Let it ease through the restrictive muscles. With the head through, the rest will follow. Once you are all the way in-and you can be all the way in, for you can get more up the ass than in the cunt-then you begin your hunching. It will feel good for both of us, if you work slowly and carefully at first.” He nodded, breathing deeply, his eyes gleaming, anticipating the sex act to follow. Seeing he understood, Mara knelt on the bed beside him and raised her buttocks into the air. She pulled a pillow over under her head and shoulders. Her full, firm breasts dangled and jiggled, rubbing their centers against the sheet until they were erect and tingling with sensations. Shivering with desire, his cock rock-hard and slapping up against his belly, the knob even with his belly-button, the boy moved around behind her. He thrilled at the sight of her tanned asscheeks, plumb and firm. He could see the hairy cunt between them, and barely above the bottom of the slit, the rosette, puckered hole that he was planning to invade. He caressed her buttocks, rubbing the cheeks, drawing them apart and making the anus gape slightly. He noticed the hugeness of his dripping cockhead and the tiny hole and wondered if he would actually be able to cram that giant tool in that small place. Reaching under, rubbing his cock up her crease as he did so, he fingered her cunt and scooped up her juices. Taking the load on his fingers, he brought it up and under and massaged it into her asshole. He did it three times and decided that must be enough. His own clear, slick lubricant was flowing copiously. Standing back of her, he spread her cheeks and placed the darkened head of his cock, streaming with its own slick juice, against the little brownish hole surrounded with dark hairs, and having centered it, took hold of her hips above the bones and pushed inward. “Easy, now, honey,” she breathed. Her nipples were strutting and she wanted to feel the giant cock slip into her anus, and then rush deeply into her, until it stirred the sexual organs, separated from his cock with only a thin partition. “Easy, push gently. Keep the pressure there, and let the head just ease in,” she instructed him. She spraddled more, and reaching under began to caress her fat little “man” at the apex of her labia. She twanged her clit back and forth, and began to feel the stir of a deeply forming climax, centering upon her ass. He followed her direction and was rewarded by seeing the knob disappear into the hole, then the rest of the head, until the flare was all of the knob that was left to sight.
He pushed a bit again and wondered how her hole could stretch more.
His cockhead was enormous, and would fill a normal sized teacup. But it seemed to ease in, so long as he kept the pressure going. Her anus stretched until the flesh seemed about to split and then, as she grunted and strained, pushing back against him, it popped, with a small farting sound, going past the tense, wickedly stretched muscle.
Tim was shaking with the desire to come. He knew that all he had to do was to hunch a couple of times and it would be there, spurting deep inside her body. Sensing his dilemma, she reached back and under and, taking hold of the thick shaft of his cock, she squeezed sharply and he groaned with the sudden pain. But his near-explosion was delayed. “Now, begin to fuck me, honey. Slowly at first, until you get the place all slick. Then more and more. Don't worry, once you get started you won't hurt me.” Steadying himself directly back of her, he pushed and was surprised at the ease by which his thick, asshole-stretching prick slid into her anus. At least five inches slipped in immediately. She felt herself stretch, the sharp pain of the muscle reaching its peak. Then she eased as the thick, broad head slipped past the thick ring and was inside. The shaft was slightly smaller in circumference and would not cause her the trouble the knob did. “Now, easy, honey… easy,” she breathed, and then she felt the wonderful sensation of the huge cock beginning to saw back and forth in her colon, rubbing the sides, reaching deeper and deeper with each stroke. She breathed deeply and moaned and, reaching back, she touched his swinging balls each time they came forward to slam against her ass-cheeks. He was panting; she could feel the steel-hardness of his cock and knew that he was nearing his crisis.
“Slow down, darling,” she said, crooning to him. Her own time was building more slowly, since her clit was not involved. Reaching under, she found her “little man” and began to twiddle it, twisting and turning, until it stood in quivering excitement, causing sharp spurts of pleasure to dart through her body. Her cunt was leaking streams of her fuck-juice and she could feel his oozing out of her ass and down the crack of her buttocks. She began to thrust back in rhythm to his, fucking him as he poured it into her, making his cock surge and throb as he now buried himself completely, up to the roots, stretching her impossibly. But the pleasure was intense and she was beginning to throb, also, nearing her climax. “Slowly, slowly…” she sang to him, and began to slow down her own action. He eased it back to the edge of her anus, until all but the knob was out of her. His huge shaft, covered with moisture, made a slick slime that caused it to slip in and out easily now. Much of the friction was gone and it was easier now to control himself. He felt strange, with his great rod in the bobbing ass of his mother. The sensation was so different, a vast emptiness seemed to stretch ahead of his knob, yet there was an intense pleasure that was bringing him along with each stroke. He put his hands upon her hips again and settled down to fucking her again, his huge cock slamming in and out now, causing her to grunt each time his belly slapped against her ass. His belly, covered with sweat, met her cheeks with a meaty sound, making them quiver. He was not doing all the work, for she was moaning and hunching back into him, glorying in the sensation of his huge balls swinging and pounding into her crack, his huge rod slamming in and out of her hole, and his quivering knob, poising to burst into a cum-splattering explosion, growing larger and larger as his moment grew near.
“aaaaaahhhhhhh,” he groaned, and then yelled, “there it is, there it comes!” and grunting with his effort, he shoved it completely into her asshole and held it there. She screamed, her cunt quivering as she came again and again, “ooohhhh… Timmy! I'm commmmiunnnggg!”
She quivered again as her body quaked in the throes of a climax that shook the bed. His hot clots of sperm splattered into her guts and she felt it spurt and gush. Hot and hard, it bounced off her insides and then slowed down and ceased. He continued to hold it there, letting the pleasure feeling run on and on. Then he fell over on his side, she falling beside him. His huge, exercise-reddened cock slopped out of her anus with a plop and slapped across his thigh, still oozing cum.
She drew up in a ball and, laying her head upon his arm, she closed her eyes and let the sensations that coursed through her body run on and on.