Mara knew that it was sure to happen. Things had gone too far now for her not to allow her son to enter her body with that huge cock, going into her cunt as he no doubt dreamed nightly. She thought about it for the next few days, meanwhile acting out with him varied sexual encounters, using her mouth upon the ripe, pulsing knob, licking his balls and sucking his cum as it spurted out in body-shaking gouts. He chased her down into the water and there, bending over a huge, moss-covered stone, she allowed him to enter her ass again, making her come again and again before his cream streamed deep into her dark channel. She had him awaken her twice with his active tongue lancing again and again over her clit, and then thrusting and lapping into the hot center of her hole, sucking and blowing, making her whine and toss and finally trap his head between her jerking thighs and nearly smother him as she screamed out her climax. But for all of this, for all that she jerked him off, sucked him, and let him pour himself into her anus until he could enter it almost immediately at will, she knew that neither of them would be satisfied until the ultimate happened. However, nearly a week went by before it happened, and in the meantime she had her first man since Mike had died. She deliberately sought him out. At the service station on the mainland where she parked her station wagon during her stay on the island, the manager was a few years younger than she, and older than Tim. At least in his early twenties. He wore tight work slacks during the warm days and it was obvious to her and most of the women who stopped there that he was well endowed at the interesting juncture of his thighs. A huge bulge was always evident and now and then, talking to some pretty girl in a car as he wiped the windshield, he would reach down and adjust it, as though the constricting clothes made him uncomfortable. He did this one time as he was leaning over and talking to Mara through the driver's window, and she wanted to reach out and adjust it for him. Her fingers had automatically curled as though to encircle it with her fist.
Knowing that soon she would give in to the demands of her son, she went to the mainland deliberately to seek out a man. And her thoughts had turned to Jerry Howard, the attendant at the service station. When she tied up her boat at the town dock, he was standing in the doorway, idly watching her approach up the street. She turned in to the station and he called, “Hi there, Mrs. Fletcher, need the wagon?” She came up to him and smiled, arching her back so her large, firm boobs thrust out at him. He noticed them and licked his lips suggestively. “No, Jerry. I don't need the car today, just… shopping around.” “Ha, ha. Shopping, huh? Well, what have I got that you might need?” He leered at her, and she stared back at his bulge and thought she saw it surge. “I don't really know, Jerry.
I haven't seen all you've got to offer,” she tossed right back at him.
Jerry got the message quickly. He nodded. Glancing about to make sure he was not overheard, he spoke to her in a hurried voice. “Mrs.
Fletcher, if I'm reading you right, I'm your boy. Take your station wagon and go to the intersection of First Avenue and Drexel. Wait there. I'm off this afternoon, and I have an idea we can have a real good time.” She stared hard into his eyes. Then, drawing close so no casual eye could see, she reached down and rubbed his bulge. God, he must be hot for it, she thought, for she felt it swell and broaden in her hand. Gently she rubbed it, and it lengthened, and he squirmed.
“Mrs. Fletcher-” “Mara,” she murmured, rubbing her nipple-hardened tit against his arm. “Mara, if you do that ten more minutes I'll come in my pants,” he said shakily. “In fact,” he removed her hand and kissed it, “if you don't stop right now, I'll come in your fist.” He laughed at her and she grinned back, her eyes gleaming. “First and Drexel, huh?” He nodded. Then he turned and nearly ran to get the station wagon for her. In a short time it was there and he helped her in and shut the door. “Give me about thirty minutes,” he panted. “Where are we going?” “Up into the hills about three miles. I have a little cabin and there's no one else around this time of the week.” She mounted him and, reaching down, seized his huge cock. Placing the swollen knob between her slickened cunt-lips, she settled down on it. Slowly she slid down its length until she squatted upon his hairy belly. Reaching back, she tickled his balls, and he squirmed and thrust the bulk of his cock as far up her slit as it would go. Then, leaning over and placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to bounce up and down on his cock, feeling it spread her and pierce her, making her cunt quiver with sensations she had not felt for twelve long months. She gasped and her muscles deep inside her cunt clasped and milked at his cock, “making him grimace and strain to retain control of his climax. Her fuck-juice was running down her thighs, her need and excitement making it spring from her. His own lubrication was flowing and it made her glide up and down his rod, a slick, steaming ride. “God, this is good,” she moaned. Jerry grunted and, holding on to her tits, he thumbed the nipples, making her shiver and thrust down more quickly.
His hips rotated, thrusting upward, and she felt the heavy knob of his cock pound against her cervix. Meeting her at the edge of town, he had waved to her to follow him up into the hills. They left the main blacktop road and drove slowly up a small, tree-lined graveled road, coming to a halt finally at a small, neat cabin, attractive and cool. Inside there were two bunks, soft chairs, a kitchenette and plenty of room. The floor was covered with throw rugs of various sizes and colors. Neither of them had wasted any time. He pulled her to him and began to unbutton her light blouse, making her nipples rouse by rubbing his palms over them lightly. Her hands went to his belt buckle and soon they were squirming out of their various garments.
His hard-on thrust out his shorts in the front and she knew from the bulge that he was no little man in that department. Slowly, teasing him and herself, she pushed the waistband down, and allowed the flared cockhead to appear. Broad and dark, moist and throbbing, it popped up, the small slit oozing liquid. Down she pushed and more of him appeared, and then the shorts dropped and she looked at a manly cock. Not as long nor as thick as her son's, but a good cock to operate on. Leaning forward from her knees, she had kissed it, licking the sticky fluid and mouthing the surface of the knob. Then she took it entirely into her mouth and sucked, hollowing her cheeks. He groaned and thrust gently into her hot, moist cavern, and then withdrew, pushing her head away. “I love it, honey. And I want it that way later. Right now I want to push it as deeply into your cunt as it will go, and rotate it there, slow and easy.” “Just what I was thinking about, man.” She lay hack upon the bunk nearest her and, reaching clown, began to play with herself as he removed his socks and came to her, his big cock swinging and bobbing as he walked. She noticed his big balls and thought that he had a quart of cum to squirt into her cunt. She hoped as he straddled her, his lips nearing her tits, that he would not be a rabbit. She liked a man to remain with her, in her, a long time, and come as often as he could. At least twice. He sucked on her nipples, drawing them out with his lips until they were hard and long, one of his hands playing with her cunt in the meantime, twitching her clit and rubbing it until it rose and quivered, making her cunt quake and leak with waiting slick fuck-juice. “Here it is, honey,” he gasped and, taking his cock in his fist, he eased the broad, pulsing head to her cunt-lips and eased it in. It spread the lips and found its way to the hole between the second pair of pink, moist lips within her cunt, the opening to her vagina. Deep and damp and dark, the channel stretched before him.
He found the hole and the flared rim slipped inside with a little pressure, being laved with her hot, steaming liquid. He was breathing deeply and his hips twitched, sending his cock three inches deep into her tunnel. Then he settled himself and thrust deeply, and he was all the way into her. She groaned and, kicking high, wrapped her legs about his back, locking her heels. Her agile ass began bobbing up and down, making the long slide to meet him, slapping against his sweaty belly, making a pat-pat-pat sound, squishy and liquid. He held on to her shoulders and, his lips glued to hers, his tongue roving deep inside her mouth, he began to pour it to her, sending his cock all the way into her with each thrust. His heavy balls pounded upon her asscheeks and his cum-juice streamed from him, making her vagina hot and moist and slick. She was moaning with pleasure, her arms about his shoulders. Then she slid a hand between them and felt of his bouncing balls and squeezed them gently. They were swollen and hard with loads of cum and she shivered in ecstasy at the thought of all that pouring hot and wet deep inside her cunt. Mara's hot slit enclosed his long, hard cock. Her full breasts, swollen with desire and spiked with tingling nipples, flattened against his hairy chest, the points punching into his flesh. They kissed with the pure delight of kissing, an endless luxury of thrusting tongues parrying for position in panting mouths. Her mouth was ravishing, hot and sweet, and he sucked at her tongue, loving the touch and hardening more at her manipulation of it within his mouth. She worked her hand down again and around to his rear, finding the crevice of his ass and the small, puckered hole. He was thrusting and fucking, his hips bouncing and twisting, making his firm cock slash in and out of her hot, juicy cunt. She raised her knees to make his furious lunges more comfortable; tremendously excited and eager, she wanted him deep inside her all the time and moaned as he withdrew to slip it deeply into her cunt again. She felt him fill her and then retreat, seeming nearly to draw her inside out with his cock. Her belly spasmed. His loins were pressed flush with her own, in a tight, hot, liquid contact. His cock was buried in her hot, pulsing cunt and he groaned, at the beginning of his climax. Jerry was breathing in great, sucking lungfuls of air. His eyes were squeezed closed, his big jaw clenched, teeth showing in a tortured grimace. He granted again.
“Mara…” His thrusts became wild, crashing lunges. She clutched him tighter, took his erratic plunges with wide-opened thighs, with eager leaps and thrusts of her agile hips. Their loins smacked wetly.
She was crying out now, with joy and completion anticipated. She began to come, first little twinges and then harder and harder, until she was groaning and jerking in the throes of huge climaxes that seemed to come up from her toes. She was in the midst of a wonderful, surging climax when she felt him stiffen and heard him groan in ecstasy. Then the first hot jet of his semen washed into her and he bellowed again and again as it spurted and pumped into her, lava-hot and thrilling, making her jerk and shudder. The cot creaked and jerked, nearly falling to the floor. But the two were not aware of anything but their lovemaking, the hot, slick sound of their bodies pumping into each other, the slap of his now slick, wet balls against her hot asscheeks, and their moans and grunts of pleasure.
Then they finally shuddered out their final slight ounces of cream and relaxed, he still thrust deep and throbbing within her cunt.
She could not feel him now, but knew that he was still there.
Twice more during the afternoon they fucked, and when she finally left the cabin she was so tired she could hardly walk. He took her to her station wagon and she drove it to his service station and parked it. He walked with her down to the boat dock and helped her into it, even stepping in and cranking the small motor for her. As it muttered its slight putt-putt into the water, he grinned down at her. “Any time, Mara, just let me know. I can always find time to show you the countryside.” He gave her a slight push and she moved out into the lake. She waved at him. “Who knows,” she called back, “I may be back to see you real soon.” That night she slept the sleep of the dead, hearing nothing, completely relieved of her tension and dreaming about a virile man with a foot of cock that she rode all night long. She woke rested and relaxed and wondered if this would be the day. She was sore in her crotch from all the pounding she had taken the day before. But not so sore that she could not feel a slight twinge of pleasure as she relived the moments in the cabin.
Another day passed, however, before Tim seemed to come to realize that she had not yet fulfilled her promise. That afternoon he reminded her vividly. She had brought their lunch down to the beach and while he worked upon his raft, sure this time that it would float, she lay in the sun and tanned, reading a lurid novel she had picked up before coming to the island this summer. They were both nude, being able to move easily now in each other's presence with no self-consciousness. But Tim was bothered. He would look up to where she lay and each time his cock, dangling and weaving about as he moved in his work, became a little more firm and stood out a little more from his belly. It was excited enough now that the foreskin was peeled back from the knob, baring the flared rim and plum-colored head completely. His huge halls, seeming so extremely large for so slight a boy, swung and slapped between his brown thighs. Mara noticed his agitation and, smiling to herself, shifted her knees outward so he could get a good peek at her cunt. She was becoming excited by the seductive play she was making toward him and knew that this was going to be the time! She would not refuse him now. And to hell with a soft bed and nighttime! Here, in the sun and sand, with the lap-lap of the water close by, was the place. Real and basic as all humanity. Homo sapiens had been mounting his mate for over 50,000 years in the great outdoors and had proved it a fine place for copulating. She shifted her knees again and twitched the muscles of her labia, making her cunt lips twitch. She felt the dew of her cunt-juice on her inner thighs and knew she must be almost spewing her liquids in preparation of receiving that gigantic tool into her cunt. “Mom,” he called to her. She looked at him over the edge of the book. His cock was nearly rampant now, bobbing and throbbing with the beat of his heart.
“Yes, Timmy, what is it?” He put down the tools he was working with and walked slowly toward her. “Mom, could we… make love… really do it…” His face was flushed with his desire and she saw his pulse hammering in the blue vein at his throat. She smiled at him, a drowsy, passion-ridden smile. Deep down there was still the withdrawal, but superficially, basically, the desire to make love to her own flesh and blood, as a horny and rampant male lusting for a steaming cunt, was overwhelming. “Tim, we've talked about this for a long time now. Do you think you will be satisfied to love me? You know, don't you, that once this begins we have no way of knowing where it will take us? You may hate me later for it.” He shook his head. “Oh, no, Mom. No way. I will always love you.” He sat on the sand beside her and gently caressed her breast, making the nipple stand and quiver in the sun. Her heart was beating fast within her chest. It was close now… soon. Just moments away. She reached down and took his hot cock in her fist and began to manipulate it up and down, making the skin fold over the knob, making the cock-shaft swell within her grasp. “All right, honey. We will do it. Right now. Right here.” She leaned over and kissed the knob of his cock, licking it and then sucking the purple head into her hot mouth. He gasped and kneaded her tits, hunching into her hot cavern of lips and throat. Then she withdrew and lay back. “Come on, darling,” she murmured, “come and love me with that wonderful cock of yours. I'm waiting for it.”