The weeks sped by. Now satisfied with the opportunity for sex at any instant, Mara became calmer and put more time into her housework. She dragged out her paint box and began to sketch and paint various corners of the lake and the island, which she had not done for a long time. A published poet of small stature, getting her verses in the “small” magazines over the country, she suddenly began to write again, her verses taking on sexual flavor and color, and now and then she even got up the courage to mail one to a magazine she liked. Tim came to her bed every night. They did not actually sleep together, when finally the sexual wrestle was over for the night. He would go back to his room. But usually the dawn was pink along the eastern skyline before he stumbled to his bed, drained and nearly exhausted from the long hours of fucking and sucking. One evening, after manipulating him hard and throbbing, Mara got a tape measure and stretched it along the thick shaft from the head to the roots. He had added another half-inch to the monster since they had begun to fuck. Now he was an exact nine inches long, and nearly three inches and a half around. “Pretty big, huh, Mom?” “Pretty and big, right,” she agreed. She was obsessed with the huge machine. It made her weak when she thought about it; when she held it, as she did then, her lips watered to suck and lick it until the hot, thick cream gushed out of the slit. Now and then they showered together, so she could wash it and, with it slick with soap, jerk him until the semen mingled on her belly with the foam. One morning she followed him to the beach, her arms loaded with cold drinks, cookies and blankets. They spread out the blanket and, as he was reaching over her to lay the book he was carrying on the blanket, his cock, skinned back and bobbing with his movements, flopped against her lips. Her hot tongue darted out like that of a snake and she licked it hungrily. He straightened and, holding it in his fist, let her lick it like a lollipop. Finally he dropped to his knees, rampant and ready to go. She seized him and began to move her hand up and down slowly, looking thoughtfully at the prick in her closed, encircling fist. “Lie down, Tim, I want to do something with you I read about recently, but that I have not done.” “Sure, Mom. You sure have a lot of knowledge about sex.” “That is evidence that I had a good teacher- your dad,” she answered. But as she answered she thought of some of the other men she had fucked in her life and knew that Mike was only one of many. Tim lay on his back, his cock upward and hard, still clasped in her hand. She turned until her hips were to his face and, moving carefully, she straddled him, until her hot, wet cunt was directly over his mouth. “Now, honey, you lick me and suck my clitoris as I suck you off. It will be a new experience and a lot of excitement.” Tim did not hesitate.
During the past weeks she had taught him many things. He had eaten her several times, and liked to do it, his tongue becoming a little cock that titillated her clitoris, delved deeply into her hot, slick cunt, and made her come with little explosions of fluttering nerves.
Now he looked up into the dusky contours of her ass, the crevice between her plump cheeks, then the hairy expanse of her crotch, the spread lips of her cunt, moist and quivering, with the little hooded clit standing at the top part of the slit, eagerly awaiting his fingers and tongue. He touched it gently, and wiggled it, and she moaned. He tweaked it with his finger, then took it between thumb and forefinger and twirled it gently, jerking up and down upon it. It erected instantly, the membrane stretching tightly over it, moist and thin, and he rubbed it gently and felt her tremble and hunch slightly as he did so. She was meanwhile playing with him. She licked the head of his cock, taking the little bubble of cum from the slit and sucking it down her throat, loving the slightly earthy taste of it.
She licked the shaft down to his tightly gathered balls and then gently sucked first one ball, then the other, into her mouth. She tongued them softly, loving the feel of them, their slithering about in the moist, sperm-filled sac, and the taste of sweat and oil. Then she released them and licked her way back up the huge stem again, coming to the knob, and there, under the head, at the puckering of prepuce, where nerves were many and close to the surface, she licked and nibbled, feeling his cock swell and harden, and him flex his hips, trying to push his cockhead into her mouth. She began to fuck at his tongue, with slow little hunchings, as he slipped his mouth to her cunt and began to lick and suck at it with growing fervor. She loved this, and every chance she had with Mike, she had encouraged him to suck her off. He had been a man, however, who loved the direct plunging of his rod into her hot, wet, slick box, and would allow her only once in a blue moon to suck him and he to eat her. Tim was getting into the swing of it now, his tongue hardened and twitting her clit, making it quiver and stand, causing her to squirm and moan with the exquisite sensation that began to spread throughout her body. She began to spread her lips over the spongy knob of his cock, sucking lightly at the slit, laving it with her tongue, making it slick with her spit and spreading his little oozings of lubrication over the surface. She nibbled gently at the rim of the head with her teeth, causing him to draw back a bit. Knowing that she had startled him with a moment of pain, she murmured her apology and began to Lick and suck on the head, taking the pain away, and putting a wonderful, exciting feeling in its place, a sensation that grew and spread through his loins, as she formed her mouth into a beautiful O and slowly spread her lips wider and wider, allowing the burgeoning head to slip completely into the hot cavern of her mouth. Once there, filling the space, she wanted to go wild and suck and rub it with her cheeks and tongue, until he spurted his sweet, thick cum deep into her throat. But she held back, and slowly hollowed her cheeks, sucking deeply and slowly, causing him to moan and hunch gently into her mouth, spreading her jaws nearly beyond their capacity to open, because of the hugeness of his cock. She had learned early to breathe through her nose when doing this, and now she was doing just that. The sun was warm and loving upon their bodies. A little breeze washed over them. The bodies of the boy and woman were now a perfect 69, with the woman on top, her hips positioned over his face, her cunt dripping and trembling with the sensation of being licked and sucked, her thighs spread widely so he had plenty of room; her own head was lowered over his middle, one hand holding his massive cock, and her lips engorging the knob, as she began a gentle nodding, a woman-gesture as old as time-Man and Woman, enjoying the pleasures of sex, her lips siphoning at his staff of life, and his lips and tongue lovingly kissing and caressing her cunt, his face smeared with the fuck-juice from her dripping slit. All the time he licked and tongued, her hips made tiny hunching movements, her firm buttocks flexing just enough to keep the sensation going. She gave a little cry as his tongue hardened and darted deeply inside. For a long minute, as long as his tongue-muscles could hold up under the pressure, he darted his tongue in and out, like a small, hard prick, tongue-fucking her and making her whimper and tremble as little explosions of crisis began to climb up her spine. “Uuuummmmm,” she murmured, her mouth full of cock. He groaned in response and, placing his big hands upon her buttocks, he pulled her down more solidly against his mouth, his tongue now gently rolling the clitoris around and around, making it stand to attention and strut in excitement. She took a deep breath and, opening her mouth as far as possible, moved her mouth down upon the thick stem of his cock, until over half of it was in her mouth and throat. She could taste the slight sea-saltiness of his cum, oozing out of the slit, coating her mouth with its slickness. Her jaws pained, they were so far apart, and the knob, centered against the back of her throat, caused her to gag. She fought against the gag reflex, however, and canting her head differently, in line with the direction of the cock-curve, she pushed harder, and the knob slid into her throat. Now past that obstruction, she gently eased on down, breathing through her nose. She felt him squirming under her and knew he was straining to retain his climax. She was swallowing over seven inches of his long, thick rod, with only about two inches remaining outside. She was determined to try to get her nose in his blond pubic curls, and taking a long breath through her nostrils, she held it, and gently pushed onward. “God, Mom, you've got it all in your mouth.
You are the greatest! Oh, it feels good!” He tried to hunch but she knew she had to hold him quiet or he would injure her throat muscles.
Then she was there! Her nose nestled among the sweat-soaked curls of his pubic hair. Every inch of the long, thick cock was imbedded within her mouth and throat. She had learned this trick from a young teacher in college, who had taught her the art of fellatio. She was a sophomore and a beautiful young girl, sitting in a sociology class under a handsome young professor, who was just married, and whose wife had gone to visit her parents, the mother being suddenly taken ill and in a critical condition. As it was in the fall of the year, with classes just beginning, he could not get away to go with her and he was now batching it in a new apartment, his newly acquired wife gone, and his cock strutting at the sight of every tight ass that tic-toced down the school hallways. Mara and two other girls had decided to see if they could bring him on and get a proposition out of him. They wore the shortest dresses they had, and each day one of them took turns leaving off her panties. Just when he had settled down to lecturing seriously, strolling back and forth across the front of the room, the girl without her panties slowly stretched out in her chair and opened her thighs. When the young professor saw the bared cunt of the girl staring at him the first day he had strangled upon his words and hurried to his chair back of his desk and sat down quickly, but not quickly enough for Mara to miss the instant hardening of his apparently big prick. Each day for a week, the three girls took turns. Mara, with muscular control, could wiggle her cunt-lips and did so when she knew he was looking at her. He reddened, stared into her eyes, stuttered, and then hurried to sit again, his pants suddenly protruding with his cunt-desiring cock. Finally he asked one of the girls to remain after the class had dismissed. He had locked the door and instantly pushed the girl to the floor, and baring a huge hard-on, had fucked her, coming almost before his cockhead had disappeared up her hot flue; he had come a surge of hot, spurting lava that, saved up for weeks with his young wife gone, seemed to flow on and on. The next day, he called the second girl. “He sat me on his lap, his cock hard and bared through his open fly,” she told Mara afterwards. “It is real big and the head is almost more than I can manage to squeeze into my cunt. But once it was inside me, it slid right up to my belly button, it seemed like. Since he had fucked June he was able to stay with me longer and I bounced up and down on his lap for fifteen minutes before he came. But, oooooooooooo, can he come! Like shooting a quart of hot cream as far up in you as you can reach and then it squirts down around the sides of his huge cock like oozing hot butter. I just hugged him about the shoulders and came and came and came!” Then it was Mara's time. “Miss Howard, you have a sentence or two in your last composition I would like to talk to you about,” he told her. “Can you remain after classes this afternoon to go over the paper with me?” “Oh, Dr. James, I was wanting to ask you about that paper. Of course I'll stay. Shall I come… to your study?” She fluttered her eyelashes as she used the word “come” and he smiled slyly. “Eh… er, yes, Miss Howard. Please do come to my study, so we will not be disturbed.” The study was at the back of the classroom. The school corridor was deserted when Mara wandered into the classroom and back to the study, trying to look unconcerned and nonchalant. But under her slack panties, her cunt was steaming, sometimes quivering with a tiny crisis, so anticipatory was she about what was to happen in a few minutes. The teacher was waiting for her. He closed and locked the door and, turning, took her in his arms.
“Miss Howard-Mara,” his voice quivered with his eagerness, “you three girls have nearly driven me crazy this week. But you most of all. When I saw that sweet little cunt of yours winking at me, I knew I just had to eat some of it. And, I hope, have you eat some of mine.” “But, Professor James, I-I have never done anything like that.” “Now, don't give me that. A pretty piece like you has been fucked, sucked and shucked off your clothes every time you had a date with one of these elephantine-hung jocks around this school. I know you have lipped many a cockhead, and you are going to nibble a little on mine, aren't you?” He smiled at her and unzipped his pants. “Ummmm, Dr.
James!” Mara reached into his pants and took out his cock, hot, hard and oozing clear beads of lubricating juice already. Quickly he pushed her to her knees and, with her fist clamped about his cock, guiding the knob to her red lips, he had put his hands upon her head and pulled her toward it. It slipped into her widened Lips and mouth and in an instant she was slurping and sucking for all she was worth. It was then that he taught her the trick of “deep-throating.” “Let's lie on the couch, honey.” He led her gently there, removing his cock from her lips and letting her remain holding it as they glided across the room. He slipped out of his pants and shorts and lay down. “Now, you lie down, with your head to my cock. Take it in your mouth and angle your head like this.” He positioned her head so the cock and throat lined up perfectly. “Let it ease into your mouth. Breathe through your nose, so you won't suffocate. Then, as the head gets to your throat, breathe fast through your nose and let the cock slide on down. Alter that it will be easy to swallow a big, hot, oozing cock.”
She did as he directed, swallowing and gagging at first, but slowly getting the trick. Soon he was slipping his hot, slimy cock all the way down her throat, her nose buried in his hair and his cock nestled against her chin. When he came, his cum spurted down her tube right into her stomach. She eased up on Tim's cock and began to suck it steadily, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue lapping and rubbing around and around the huge cock-knob. It was oozing a stream of liquid that was making the inside of her mouth slick and coated. Then she felt his cock begin to swell and harden, prior to his climax. It filled her throat so that it felt like a huge snake trying to crawl down into her belly. She felt suffocated and had to struggle to breathe through her nose. Gently she eased back upon it until the knob was in her mouth again, and there she sucked upon it, drawing and pressuring the strutting giant cockhead until she knew from his gasp that he was ready to come. Quickly she drew it out of her mouth and eased it between her tits, just as the creamy cum began to spurt from the slit. It spread over her breasts, hung in threads from her nipples and slimed upon her belly. She had not realized until now the huge amount of cum Tim ejaculated, he must have a quart up there, she thought. Then the flow eased and oozed out for a minute or two, and finally ceased. He sighed and his tongue and mouth fell away from her streaming cunt. She had come more times in the past half hour than she had ever come at any one time. She was weak, her mouth aching from its activity, and her body felt as though it had gone through a week of hard work. She raised her thigh over his head and rose from him, then lay down beside him on the blanket. His cock lay soft and thick across his thigh, a little string of cum-juice oozing out of the opening in the head. His balls hung loose and depleted between his legs. Getting to her feet, she moved to the water and, wading out to her knees, she sat down in it, letting the fresh water cool her body, lave her heated cunt and ass, and then, relaxing, she lay and floated, her heels on the sand, her eyes on the clouds floating above her. It was peaceful and she knew that she could sleep instantly if she let herself go. She thought back over the past few weeks and knew that it would be impossible to count the number of times she had been fucked by her son. He was on her and in her from every angle and in nearly every hole she had, day and night. He seemed to have an endless supply of semen. He ate like a horse and, replenishing his strength, was at her again. But she loved it. There was no guilt in her now. How long it could last, she could not guess. She was wise enough to know that eventually it all must terminate. Nothing lasts forever.
In fact, she was surprised they had not been visited by some neighbor, or friend, or relative, or official, by this time. But they had not.
The only break had been her trips into the village about once a week for staples in food and other supplies. And she had gone alone. Tim had remained contented on the island. She sighed. She should be guilty, she thought. Having sex with her son, child of her flesh. But, oh, how wonderful it was. How great a lover he was becoming… and she could not envision, at this point, turning from the huge, wonderful cock of his and that seemingly continuously spurting fountain of cum.
She floated in the water and rested, dreaming of the hours and days to come when she and Tim would make love endlessly in their idyll of summer madness.