Ian M. Stuart

Home-Made Loving

CHAPTER ONE

Mara Fletcher woke to the song of birds outside her window. She stretched, feeling the goodness of a full night's sleep blessing her body. The sheet spilled down, exposing her large, full breasts, with the thimble-sized nipples, erect fleshy strawberries in the morning air wafting through the cabin's open window. She recalled where she was and, rising, looked out. All around, the lake washed at the island sand just a few feet from her bedroom. As far as she could see there were forests, sky, and water.

Her island! Sitting in the very center of a large lake. Secluded and nearly inaccessible. She smiled. Her man had been no dummy. Then she frowned. But he had up and left her. Dead. Killed in some sweaty, steaming jungle swamp. One more time, she had heard him say. One more time, and then we can live on easy street. One more war. That was what it had been, one more. His last. She heard the sound of running water down the hall and knew Tim, her son, was up and around. She threw the sheet back and, going to the door, opened it and went into the hallway, her plump butt-cheeks tic-tocing. Tim was in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar. She thought to call to him and then realized the water running into the basin would drown out her voice. She stepped to the door so he might hear her. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Then blood rushed to her face and she felt her loins moisten. Her son was jerking off and using the sound of water to mask his lewd movements and groans of pleasure.

He stood before the basin, his shorts down about his ankles, his legs spread. His fist was clasped about his cock, pumping it up and down, making little liquid, fleshy sounds as he reached the apex of the stroke and started down again. As his fist reached the hairy base of his prick, the large purple knob of his cock strutted and swelled, and she noticed a thin stream of clear liquid oozing from the little slit in the point of the knob. She drew a silent, shuddering breath.

Should she make a sound and let him know his activity was discovered?

Should she walk away and be silent, later to caution him about too much handwork? Her breasts swelled and the large nipples jutted until they stuck out an inch from the dark pink whorls of her slightly pebbly areolae. They hardened and trembled from the excitement of watching her teen-aged son extract pleasure from the movement of his fist up and down a very well-developed penis shaft. So many things ran through her mind fleetingly. Mike, her husband, was well endowed, with seven thick inches, huge hen-egg balls, and a staying power which had been her delight and pleasure. She had learned to lead him and stay with him, so that their climaxes happened together, a glorious coming in accord. But as she watched her son, rising now and then on his toes as the moment of his extreme explosion neared, she saw his balls were every bit as large, full and heavy, speaking of quarts of hot, spurting come to be showered into some waiting, quaking eager cunt. And his prick must be nearly as long- no, she saw it clearly for a moment. It must be longer, and the head was thicker and broader. What a cock her young son had on him. Her mouth moistened and she licked her lips as though she could taste it. She felt weak and leaned back against the hallway wall momentarily. Her cunt quivered and she felt moisture running down her thighs. God, she was hot! She hadn't had a hot, hard cock ramming up into her liquid depths for over a year now, and she was beginning to feel she would run out into the street and grab the first man she met and rape him! Unconsciously she widened her stance and one of her hands reached into her labia and began to caress the little stiff clit there, strumming it, feeling it quiver in its intense passion. She rubbed it gently and twirled it between forefinger and thumb as she watched her son jack off. He was steaming now, his hand flashing up and down his cock-shaft, making the popping liquid sounds as his juices gathered and dripped off the end of his cock into the basin of water. Then, over the sound of the water, she heard him groan. She moaned softly, her fingers digging deep into her mound. He reared up on his toes and gasped, his head thrown back. He trembled and gasped again and then, his prick held tightly in his fist, mashed deeply into the pubic whorl of his bush, he shook and came! A hot white glob of semen spurted high and onto the glass of the shaving mirror. Another! And yet another, and then the spurts diminished and became a flow. It came and came until she could hardly believe what she was seeing. He must have come a cupful of semen into the basin. He sighed and relaxed, looking tired and drained. She rose on her toes and gasped, her fingers flashing in and out of her anxious, hot cunt, and came three times, one right after the other. Before he could turn and see her, she whirled and ran on tiptoes back to her room, closing the door silently behind her. She leaned back upon it, and delved into her cunt again, draining out of the moment the last twitches of the delightful sensation of coming. There were a few more sweet, soft quivers and then it was over. She staggered to the bed and fell upon it and into a light doze. She never knew when Tim came to the door and opened it and looked in. As he looked at his nude, uncovered mother, he saw the sprawled legs, and had a close look at the pink, dewy slit out of which he had emerged. He was still nude, not meaning to have stepped entirely into the room, but seeing her asleep, he had come in.

Now, as he gazed upon her sleeping body, he noted the full tits, the nipples rosy from recent rubbing and half-erect yet, no doubt from slowly receding erotic thoughts and feelings, the dewy slit which was gaping slightly as she moaned softly and turned, moving one leg aside, opening more to his gaze. Tim had fucked a few of his girlfriends. But it was mostly on and off in a moment, with him jerking out and coming on their bellies if they weren't on the pill.

He had never yet used a rubber. One of them liked to suck him off and he loved that. Now, as he looked upon his mother's cunt, he realized it was the first grown woman's cunt he had ever seen. The bush was heavy and dark as her hair, running in an upside-down triangle to the point just below her indented navel and finishing between her plump thighs to surround and crown her pink-lipped cunt. As he looked, he began to harden. The recent jerking-off was not enough to stay his passion, and his cock hanging between his legs over his big balls lengthened, thickened, and rose, moving like an animal stirring from its sleep. He breathed deeply and stood looking and thinking how it would be to ram the long shaft of his hot cock into the wet, slick depth of that delicious cunt, and as he thought of that his cock went to half-stand and swung sideways, quivering and uncovering the purple knob slowly as the weight and lengthening forced it beyond the short prepuce. Reaching down, he took his cock in hand and slowly moved the foreskin back and forth over the swelling knob, and his cock hardened and stood at full stance, complete at eight-and-a-half inches, and thick enough that most of his girls were unable to make their fingers meet about it when they jerked him off. Slowly, toying with hot, sexual thoughts, creating visions of himself fucking her in the cunt, between those beautiful tits, and finally in the ass, his hand moved up and down the shaft. He spraddled slightly so his balls could swing freely, and then began to jack off in earnest.

She stirred on the bed and rolled onto her back, sprawling her legs and raising one thigh invitingly. He watched her tits rising and falling in her sleep and felt his loins beginning to pause, gather, and to poise, roiling at the point of exploding again. His hand was beating slowly but steadily, his cock growing harder and thicker at the same time. Her cunt was leaking clear fluid, her juices flowing as she dreamed of some sexual activity. One of her hands ran slowly down her body and came to rest at her clit, and delicately her forefinger and thumb began to rotate the little bud. He watched it grow and then harden under her fingertips caressing it, and then she began to hunch, gasping a little in her light slumber as she reached toward a small, sweet, dream-induced climax. He was about to come. Looking down he saw her panties and, seizing them, he wrapped them about his huge cock and began to beat again, the purple knob streaming clear sticky liquid out of the little slit on the point. He gasped and began to hunch into his fist. Then he came! He threw back his head, almost agonizing in the pleasure of it. Through slitted eyes he watched his mother's cunt quaking as she came again and again in her dream. She pulled up her legs and held them wide apart, as her hand reached deeply into her cunt and began to move in and out of the juicy hole. His sperm gouted out of his cock into the panties, filling them with the steaming semen. Finally it ceased flowing and he relaxed. Wiping himself and milking down to get all of the cum out of his cock, he tossed the panties to the floor where he had found them and then backed slowly and carefully out of the room. Mara raised up and looked at the door when she heard the latch dick. She hadn't been sleeping at all, but had heard the weak board in the floor beside the door creak as he entered the room, awaking her from her light doze. She had wondered what he would do and decided to fake sleep.

Through slitted eyes, the gleam of her eyes masked by her long lashes, she had thrilled again at the sight of his slowly gathering and growing hard-on, even though he had just finished jerking off. She had seen him cum all over the shaving mirror. Her heart had beat fast and hard as she watched it thicken and lengthen until she was now sure that her son had a thicker and longer cock than his father had ever had. It was white, with blue veins running underneath the skin; the knob was heart-shaped and huge, nearly big enough to fill a teacup. As his cock hardened and lengthened, the prepuce slowly slid back the shaft, unfolding down over the rim of his cockhead, until the entire knob was free and clear. As she watched him jerking off, his fist moving faster and faster, making his balls bounce against his nearly hairless thighs, she nearly gave her awakened state away by sprawling and opening her arms to him, taking him to her and fucking him until that hot sticky cum spurted deep inside her yearning cunt. But she had continued to fake sleep and had merely opened her legs wider so he could get a good look at her pink-lipped, juice-emitting cunt.

She had gasped lightly as he did, as he raised upon his tiptoes and wrapped her panties about his swollen rod and then groaned as his semen spurted again and again into the nylon cloth. She nearly fainted as she came lightly, three times, one right after the other, merely from watching him and delving upon her innermost feelings. Once the head of his cock jerked free from the cloth and a slug of his cum missed the panties and leaped across the space, landing upon her thigh. He never noticed, and when he was gone she slowly and carefully wiped it upon her fingers and then into her mouth, tasting it tenderly, savoring the sea-salt taste, the aftermath of passion-aroused maleness. When he had gone long enough, she rose and dressed, used the bathroom, pissing a hard, amber stream, making it splash and resound in the bowl. She knew he could hear her, for his room was through the wall, and she could often hear him moving around in his room while she was brushing her teeth, sitting on the stool, or dressing. Then she went to the kitchen and soon had a plate of eggs and bacon waiting for him and called him to breakfast. “Hi, Mom.” He came into the breakfast nook and seated himself at the table.

“Morning, son. Did you have a good night's sleep?” “Sure did, Mom.” He attacked the eggs with gusto befitting a growing boy-and he was more than a boy, she knew now, having seen the fullness of his manhood thrust out before him in his curled fist. She ached to take it in her own hand, but she knew this was wrong and it would undoubtedly frighten him. No, she had no incestuous thoughts toward her handsome young son, she told herself, while her nipples hardened as she recalled the bulging sac of his balls and the high spurt of his creamy cum as she had watched him jack off. And deep inside her cunt the juices started flowing again until she felt the crotch of her panties soaking wet. Thirty minutes later she watched him as he raced down to the island shore, clad only in his skimpy swimming trunks. His hefty bulge showed strongly, and she was aroused again as she became aware of its hugeness. She needed to be filled. She was a small woman, but her body structure was such that she was able to take a large cock with ease. Long or short, she had always been able to absorb them. One time, she loved to recall, a teacher kept her after school and showed her a huge erection, at least nine inches long, and bet her she wouldn't let him put the great, pulsing head of it into her cunt. He had fingered her before and knew that she had fucked many times. In the dimly lighted schoolroom, she had lowered herself into his lap, placed the huge knob between the slickened lips of her cunt, and settled slowly upon him, spreading easily to him, until she had all of him thrust deeply inside her hot, quaking cunt. He had come then and spurted his thick semen deep into her body, loving her as she had never been loved to that tune. Since then she knew she was built to take big cocks. Morning chores did not take long. She finished them and took a long, cool bath, then donned her most brief bikini and went to the patio to sun. She could hear Tim down at the lakeshore humming to himself. Rising once, she looked and saw him busy gathering boards. He had a hammer and some nails. He was at the eternal task of the boy near water, building his own raft to sail away to unknown adventures around the next bend. That he had a perfectly good canoe, a small flat-bottomed boat with a motor, and the family motor launch, twenty feet long and fast-this did not matter. The raft was the thing of adventure that called to every boy and Tim was no different from any other. Once, glancing at the patio where he could see his mother reclining with a towel over her eyes, he looked all around and, feeling secure, he slipped his big cock out of the leg of his bathing trunks and pissed a hissing stream at a bug rolling along the sand.

Shaking the drops off, he skinned it back and felt the tingle of enjoyable lust. He had come twice this morning already, but still he was horny. He might go behind the bushes over there in a few minutes and jerk off again. Boy, he sure could use that juicy cunt of Millie McFadden, once his next-door neighbor. He'd put it in as far as it would go and spurt right up to her navel. He put his cock away and went back to the occupation of building the raft, but some of the enthusiasm had gone out of it. His thoughts dwelt upon the sight of his mother's cunt as it had lain before him that morning. Hairy with pink lips, gaping to show darker-colored tissue, and the little hole in there. His cock would be just about right, he reasoned, for he imagined every cunt that had been the issuing portal of a child as being stretched out of all reasonable tightness. He had yet to fuck a mature woman who had had issue. He sighed. Probably would be a long time, too. His cock had swollen until his crotch was uncomfortably tight. Guessed he had better go jerk himself off again so he could be comfortable. Now and then Mara would raise her head and look for her son. He was a good swimmer but her motherly instinct caused her concern when he was around the water alone. She saw his shoulders disappear through the bushes and knew he was going into them for a minute of relief. She lay back with a sigh. If only she could get relief! She rubbed her clitoris through her bikini panties and felt the thrill race up her loins and into her body. She was horny and needed the thick, long cock of a man pushing and pulling in and out of her. She breathed deeply and squeezed her legs together at the thought. Mike had been an excellent fucker. He would make her cry with the intensity of their mutual climax. He had been a good provider, soldier for hire, employed by the leaders of those small wars in Southeast Asia, Africa, and the Middle East. He was a planner, a mapper. He worked out the war to the tiniest detail and then went out and recruited the men needed for it, men he knew personally, experts in war, as was he. And they, led by his expertise, would swing the balance of the conflict in the direction of the power paying them.

During the past sixteen years of their married life, he had made a fortune. Most of it went into gilt-edged securities, certificates of deposits, and land deals that brought in a fabulous income for them.

He had bought this little island in the middle of the Ozarks, a home in Key West, a villa in France, and a townhouse in New Rochelle. Still he went to the little wars. One last one, he said, and that was it.

Only he had been captured, taken to trial, sentenced and executed before a firing squad. The entire world watched. Every leading newspaper and news magazine wrote about him. But they never once knew he was married with a wife and son who agonized throughout it all, and had finally sought peace and healing solitude in the hidden seclusion of the Ozark estate with its island in the middle of a huge lake and the completely furnished modern cabin. Within six months all the holdings had reverted to Mara, according to the sharing instruments drawn up by Mike's lawyer. Now he rested in a grave at the highest point of the island. The U.S. government had begged for the body and had finally gotten it shipped to the States. They had worked with her closely and she had had him placed in the grave where he would have wanted to be, on his island in the middle of the lake. She sighed. A year. And All that time she had not had a man. Mike would understand that. He knew her sensuality, her need for deeply charged sex, delving her cunt to the deepest point. That she loved sex in any form and could take it in whatever way her partner wished. She squirmed as she thought of it and her breath came quickly. “Hey, Mom,”

Tim called from the beach. She raised up and waved to him. “Come on down, Mom. Let's go in awhile. I'll race you to the float.” He pointed to the small diving float bobbing on the small waves about fifty yards from the shore. “Okay. Let me get my cap.” She rose and waved to him. Going into the house she found the cap, used the bathroom, and then returned to the patio. She left the house open, for they were the only ones on the island. Once past the grassy lawn of the cabin, she trotted down the sloping path toward the beach where he waded knee-deep. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as she noticed the hugeness of the knot at his crotch. Oh, to feel a big cock like that sliding sweetly and smoothly in and out of her slick, hot cunt! It would be heavenly! “Ready, Mom?” He grinned at her, poised for the rush into the water and then the swimming dash to the float.

“You are going to get yourself beaten this time, laddie,” she said and, without answering his challenge, she dived into the water and struck out for the float. With a yell of pleasure Tim plunged after her and they raced side by side. Then Tim pulled ahead, ducking his head and reaching for his stroke until he arrived at the float a body-length before her. As she arrived and seized the edge of the float, she looked up at him, laughing, and then realized his eyes were not on her face but upon her tits. The bikini halter was tiny, just covering the nipples, and one had slipped. She glanced down to see the large nipple jutting from the cold water, reaching out an inch from her breast. Her son was looking at it, and she saw the bulge in his suit grow larger and twitch. “Hey, I'm growing out of my clothes,” she said, and moved the tiny patch of cloth over the protruding bit of excited flesh. He reached down and gave her a hand up and they sat side by side on the float. “Mom.” His voice was low and he kept his head down. She glanced and saw his crotch bulge between the white thighs twitch as life moved through it.

“What, hon?” He was silent a moment and then a deep thrill, a sexual experience, ran through her body. He raised his eyes to her, big and blue, innocent in expression and yet pleading. Reaching over he put his palm around the breast nearest him. Squeezing gently until the nipple nosed his palm, he said hoarsely, “Mom, let me see your tits! I want to see them the worst thing in the world!”

CHAPTER TWO

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.

CHAPTER THREE

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.

CHAPTER FOUR

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.

CHAPTER FIVE

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.”

CHAPTER SIX

Tim trembled with excitement and passion. He was fearful he was going to come before he could get it into her hot, juicing cunt. He slipped between her warm thighs and she opened to him, one arm about his shoulders, the other hand reaching between them to seize and guide the throbbing, jerking cock to the entrance of her vagina. She inserted the head, feeling her outer lips parting and the nose of the hot cockhead pushing aside the inner fold that led to her slick, dark, waiting canal. She felt him breathing hard and trembling, and hoped that he would not come immediately. He was kissing her lovely jugs again, sucking on the nipples, and it felt so awfully good, but there was no use of him putting off what was sure to happen. She could feel the tip of his tool slipping in more and more, sliding easily past the swollen, well-lubricated lips of her vulva.

The head was in the opening of her vagina now and she felt her pussy beginning to stretch with the cock slipping so slowly into her; it did not hurt, not yet at least. But she was sure before all that gigantic tool was embedded in her cunt, it would stretch her to the utmost and bring some pain with the pleasure. At last! Mara felt the thickness and heat of the boy's cock, as she had not felt one for over a year. The episode the day before had merely opened her up for this, had toned her tissues for this moment. How delicious it seemed, how sensitive every nerve-ending! She was on her back in the sand, her ankles locked over his ass, and this lovely firm-cocked boy of hers was slowly working his huge prick into her yearning cunt. She could feel herself stretching, stretching to the edge of pain. She murmured and shifted and he held back for a moment, his breath snoring in his mouth. He was so excited that his entire body seemed afire. She pulled his face down to her and kissed him, her tongue gently exploring his hot mouth. Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, she felt him poking his blunt-nosed creature deeper. How far was it in now? She could feel her cunt-lips stretched all out of proportion around the hot, throbbing shaft of this boy's huge cock. She was not actually hurting, but it was somewhat less than comfortable at the moment. She wondered momentarily if she would be able to receive all he had to give her. She reached down and caressed his ass with one hand and then glided it between them and caressed his thick balls, feeling them tightly encased against the thick, trembling shaft of his rod. She felt of the remaining cock outside her steaming hole and realized that about four inches had slipped into her. Four solid inches. Then slowly he began to pull out of her. Mara nearly panicked and wrapped her arms and legs about him. “OOOOhhhhh, don't take it away from Momma, darling,” she sobbed. “Please leave it in.”

He smiled with trembling lips and kissed her again. His cock continued to slip out until it hung only by the thick, swollen head, now glistening with the slick juices of his cock and her cunt. She tried to relax and savor the new sensation, so long forgotten, of something hot, hard and male sliding out of her. He pulled it nearly all the way out and Mara wondered if her vagina was going to come out with it. Then she felt it sliding smoothly into her, pushing her inner lips apart, spreading her, stretching her, filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before, and yet, strangely enough, unusual as the sensation had become, once she was used to it, it was pleasant, sending tingling thrills throughout all her twisting, trembling loins.

Tim was fucking her with short, steady thrusts, pulling the huge knob of his hot cock nearly out of her cunt lips, until it was just clinging, barely parting the swollen, red folds, then pushing it slowly and steadily back into her, to stretch her right up to the threshold of pain, forcing her quivering clit to rouse and rear and tremble in extreme excitation as it stretched and rubbed along the top-side of his thick shaft. That this tremendously exciting cock should belong to her son was constantly amazing to her. Mike had been big and had taught her how to take the fullness of it easily, she being a small woman. But she had never received one as large as this and it was an experience she could not get used to. The cock thrust in and out, sliding easily, and adding an inch every now and then, easing more and more into her cunt, making the sides cling to it, causing him to gasp as she flexed the muscles deep inside her vagina to caress his huge knob as it began to retreat in a thick, sliding sensation. Mara shifted and settled under him, making herself more comfortable just as she felt him thrust again and-GOD, THERE IT WAS AGAIN, OOOOOOOO-OOHHH! In moving to make herself more comfortable she had let her knees ride outward slightly and Tim, thinking she was preparing for him to invade her more, had driven into her another two inches at least. It filled her, stuffed her-she screamed silently, and then, as she recovered, realized she was rocking upon the pink and swirling sky of pure pleasure as she had not known it for years. Tim slowed down and looked down at his mother. He realized he was gigantic in the sexual department and was afraid he was hurting her. But she smiled at him and pulled his head down to her again, kissing him deeply, passionately and wetly, her tongue driving him wild again. Seeing that he was indeed not hurting her, much at least, he began thumping it into her again, driving the great head of his cock deep, pulling it out, and throwing it into her once more. “Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh, Timmmmy-yyyyyy,” she squealed and rocked her ass up to him in quick lashing thrusts, making him jam his cock more deeply into her. She felt again, darting her fingers between them on his upheave, and felt that he was all the way in when he thrust down. His belly hair was mingling with her cunt hair, and his huge balls were dripping with her cunt-juice, dripping off onto her ass and into the sand. He was grunting and snoring through his nose, slamming his cock into her, until his belly slapped wetly against the balls of her cheeks and her inner thighs. Tim was moving his cock lightly between the frothing lips of her cunt now, making his hips gyrate and twist, his cockhead barely inside her, moving it gently in and out, stretching her all out of shape, stretching the lips of her cunt until she could feel all the hairs twisting and turning and tickling. She had never felt anything so delightful as this, the wonderful cock with the purplish knob moving gently but firmly in and out, teasing her.

Then she gasped, for he was slowly pushing it down into her, slowly spreading the tissues, invading the darkness of her love-tunnel as it had never been invaded before. She cried out with pleasure as the gigantic knob pressed against the hard cone of her cervix and could go no further. She was being fucked to the very innermost depths of her body, and it was almost making her faint with excitement and sensation. It felt so good she just did not know how to picture it-the lovely, delightful sensation of the hot, huge, hard, thick cock that was sliding in and out of her, growing harder now and swelling deep within her. He was panting and she knew he was nearing his climax. In fact, she was beginning to experience small climaxes, one after the other, each growing in intensity. This was her way. When her sensations rose to a certain height, her excitement trembling upon the verge of a huge climax, a series of small ones preceded it, building and spreading throughout her entire body, until the final explosion. It was beginning to boil and stir in her loins and was spreading throughout her entire being. Tim was breathing deeply, his body covered with sweat. He had never felt his cock grow so huge, nor experienced such an exquisite sensation. The knob of his cock tingled as though it were being tickled, each time it reached the downward reach of its stroke. Her tissues clung and milked at his shaft, making him strain to hold back his cum. But he knew it was almost there. She was giving little cries of joy; he could feel surges that lifted her ass to him in violent thrusts, and knew she was getting ready to come, too. He kept it deep inside her, all the way in, as he ground his crotch around in lovely circles until she knew he was tangling their pubic hairs into impossible knots. He had twisted about until he was cupping her swollen, tight breasts in each hand, his thumbs strumming the nipples. Their bodies were so wet with cum-juice and sweat that they squished as they came together and parted. His hot, hard cock began pounding recklessly into her again, driving deep, pulling out, driving back in again, hot, hard and fast, without the kind of gentleness he had heretofore exhibited. She knew that he was getting ready to blast her to the moon! She felt her body respond to this, felt herself once again rising, floating upward to the occasion, her ass rising off the sand in her eagerness to share with him the lovely connection between them-the driving, delicious cock of this boy, her son, was literally driving her out of her mind.

Each time he thrust her ass came up to meet him with a delicious little squish, and each time her ass met his belly his cock plunged fully into her, penetrating her sensitive, swollen, passion-full pussy. Suddenly Mara realized that her huge climax was upon her.

She was engulfed in the throes of an orgasm that made all the others seem like the first she had ever had when she was ten years old and a little boy had rubbed her cunt for her until she jerked and quivered all over. Great surges of pure joy raced through her loins, lifting her, making her strain to thrust her cunt against him and hold it there while she shook and shuddered. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” she wailed, her body arched like a bow beneath him. She quivered and shuddered again and again as her coming shook her to the core. Then she felt his cock harden like a steel rod deep inside her. It swelled until she thought she would split and she felt the first hot splash of his cum. He groaned and thrust his cock into her deeper, harder, faster. She heard a thin crying and realized he was at the point of releasing his first cum into the hot, squirming, steaming cunt of a mature woman. Then he moaned and stiffened in her embrace, and she felt his juice dashing in great leaps and spurts, each with the pulse of his cock, shooting great sticky, creamy, thick gobs of cum into her and filling her as an erupting stream fills a dry creek bed.

Slowly their surges ceased and finally they lay spent, his huge cock still inside her. They were smeared with cum and sweat and she lay with closed eyes and panting breath, her tits lifting and falling with her heavy panting. She was sated and tired from the activities of love, so much so she could hardly move if she had wanted to. She felt herself drifting and slipping into a light doze, and from his attitude she knew he was nearly unconscious. Then they both slept lightly in the sun and on the sand, alone on the island like the first man and first woman of all time. Tim woke up first. He had rolled off her and his flaccid cock lay across his thigh, a little dried stream of cum trailing across the brown skin. His large, egg-sized balls lay loose and contented in his hairy, wrinkled sac. He glanced over at his mother, with her arm across her eyes, shielding them from the sun's rays. God, it had been a wonderful fuck, he thought. She was about the best he could imagine, and far better than the once or twice he had tried to screw his gigantic club into the tightly pursed cunt of some half-scared teeny-bopper. He had come those times with the excitement and from trying to force his way into their tight channels.

But with his cockhead only just inside their lips, he had come each time-the prolonged play, the long time trying to invade them had brought him on, before lie could get into their pussies. But this… this was heavenly. His cock, lying half-hard across his thigh, now began to twitch and lift and wave in the upward position. In about five minutes he could be ready to go again. He reached out and began to caress the dark labia, parting them and pushing his fingers inside beyond the pinker, smaller lips of her vulva. There, once in her cunt, he began to finger-fuck her slowly, pushing in more and more until he had two fingers in her, slick and gooey, squishing in and out. Still sleepy, she moaned and moved her thighs apart and then opened her eyes as he leaned over and kissed and sucked upon her left nipple. The nipples stood and thrust upward into his mouth and, while he played with one, he sucked and licked the other one, until both were strutting in excitation. She opened her eyes and murmured, pushing her chest upward so that he could get a better purchase upon her nipple with his active lips and tongue. “Timmy… have you got an erection already?” “Already? Mom, I've been ready for thirty minutes.” “It hasn't been that long since we finished.”

She smiled at him and, murmuring her approval of what he was doing, she reached down and took his now hard dong in her fist, and began to jack him off, running her hand up and down the thick shaft, her fingers unable to reach all the way around it. A tiny stream of his lubrication came out of the small slit in the end of his cock and ran down upon her hand. He was completely erect, his balls straining up against the bulk of his thick shaft. She licked her lips, feeling the texture of his cockhead in her mouth from memory, and the taste of his cum. She pushed him back upon the sand. “My time to ride the horse, Tim.” “Ride the horse? Oh, I know. Sure, Mom, if that's what you want.” He stretched out and his huge cock thrust up and out, curving in a gentle crescent from his dark hair upward and toward his belly. She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue thrilling him with a deep delving into his mouth and throat. Rising to her knees, she raised a leg and straddled him, her hair-surrounded cunt resting lightly upon the bloated ridge of his cock, pressing it to his belly.

It was so long that the knob was an inch above his belly-button. She reached back and tickled his balls and he laughed. Riding high upon her knees then, she arched her buttocks and, reaching between them, she seized his cock and raised it, placing the darkened knob between the slick, hot lips of her vagina. He gasped as the hot feel of her cunt, the slick lubrication spilling from her in heated excitement, swept over him. He hunched slightly and the cockhead slipped in and up into her tube. She gasped and thrust downward and felt the bulk of his gigantic prick slip deeper and deeper into her.

She raised slightly and held there, allowing only a bit of the cock to rest within her vagina. Having made this entrance, she paused and, leaning over, began caressing his face, his ears and kissing and licking his lips. “Ah, God, Mom, you're the greatest. Fuck me,” he cried out. “Fuck me hard! Make me come a great big load up inside your cunt.” She grunted and thrust downward and then wailed. His huge rod was almost splitting her apart. Straining her tissues, it was arched deeply within the dark, hot secret place of her love, stretching and filling, leaking its slick liquid and making her feel that someone had thrust a fence post up her cunt. “Oh, that is the greatest,” he wailed as she began sliding up and down the slick, thick column. “Go, Mom, go!” She grunted in her effort and, holding on to his shoulders, her tits swinging and brushing his chest with hardened tips, she began to rotate her buttocks, swinging sideways, sliding up and down, screwing downward in a sliding motion, all calculated to bring him the greatest pleasure. He was caressing her tits, kissing them, sucking the nipples and running his hands up and down her sides. He reached around and, cupping her asscheeks in his large hands, he began to roll and palm them, making her hurry her up-and-down motions. She felt as though she were being fucked by two men. One of his fingers found her asshole and slipped in, fucking in and out, making her tingle, and all the while she was riding up and down upon his beautiful cock, making it slide in and out with flashing movements, the gigantic knob striking against her cervix, the thick shaft stretching her vagina walls until their tissues were thin and clinging, with nerve ends rubbing and exciting her more and more.

She felt his juices beginning to seep out, hot and slick, and she eased up on her bucking, pumping her white ass more slowly. To keep him from coming too soon, she raised up and, letting it slide deeply inside her, she held his cock there, immobile, squeezing it gently with the muscles of her cunt, cuddling his huge balls with her hands.

The sun was in his eyes and she shifted so that her head and hair shaded him. “Gosh, Mom, that was great. Why did you stop? I was about ready to come a bucketful.” “I know,” she laughed at him, squeezing his balls gently and rolling them in her fingers, “that was why I stopped. I don't want you to come yet.” Feeling that his momentary crisis was past, she turned slowly about, keeping him inside her, until her back was to him, her buttocks squatted upon his tummy.

He reached around and played with her tits and her clit, making her shiver with the need to come. Slowly, she began to rise and fall.

He gasped at the sensation of her cunt grasping his cock like a fist, squeezing and tugging as she lifted, then relaxing and receiving him like a soft, liquid balloon when she slid downward, her cunt quivering and rubbing his bulb as it moved inward in her vagina. Tim fastened his eyes upon his cock and saw that the great width of his shaft widened her cunt until the tissues seemed nearly to tear. When she reached her upstroke, part of the vagina pulled outward like a thin sheath, clinging to his cock. She was pounding up and down upon him now, his cock filmed with her lubrication and his own, forming a thin line of foam about the swollen lips of her cunt. He was nearing his completion again and he gasped and held her hips, thrusting upward to meet her downward thrust. Mara was in the throes of little climaxes that were building slowly toward the big one she always sought. Little twinges became bumps of sensation, which in turn exploded into a further sensation that built upward toward the final one that would cause her to keen and blow her top. He felt his own cum gathering in his balls, his cock throbbing with its swelling and expanding. The knob tingled until it was a pleasure-pain sensation that nearly made him scream. Then he gasped and, reaching out, he seized her hips and thrust her down upon his raging prick just as he began to spurt. He held her hard and fast against him, his jerking prick nearly nine inches deep inside her cunt. She felt him spurt and, as the hot wash of his cum filled her cunt, she went over the mountain peak. Wailing, she jerked and squirmed in a spasm of climax that caused her eyes to roll and her teeth to grind in the extremity of her pleasure. Her cunt quivered and quaked, opening and closing upon his cock until she had squeezed every ounce of his juice out.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh, Timmy… oooohhhhhhhh lover, I'm… I'm cummiiinnnggg!” she wailed and squeezed his balls to bring more of his spunk up into her unsatisfied cunt. His cum squirted out in great gouts, almost burning her cunt as it washed the walls and poured into the hot, dark cavity. Finally their throes subsided. The world turned right-side-up again and she slid off his softening prick to lie beside him in the sun, panting with her exertions. Tim was limp with exhaustion. He had been fucked as he had never dreamed of being fucked. And by his Mom, too. God, she was good. He raised his head and looked at her body. Slim, a little plump about the belly line, but still slim, large, firm tits, with slowly subsiding nipples, red with their exertions of the past hour. And that cunt… hot, moving, clutching cunt, that massaged his prick from the balls to the head and back again. And did she love it! He could now understand that night he had lain in bed, with a huge hard-on, listening to the sounds of moans and cries of pleasure coming from his parents' bedroom across the hall. His Dad had been a loving man, no doubt about it. But his Mom had also been a loving woman, who wrung every ounce of energy out of Mike night after night, filling her quaking cunt with his hot, spurting cum. Tim lay back, resting. This is going to be a summer to remember, he thought. I wonder how many times I could fuck her and cum in one day? Guess I will just have to try and see, and with that he drifted into a light sleep. Mara Fletcher was aware that she was using the body of her son to work out her sexual frustrations. She dreamed of that great cock, and she thought of it constantly during the day. Both of them had taken to going naked all the time, and she loved to see him working around the lakeside, his huge cylinder of cock swaying and flapping as he moved, undergirded by the dangle and sway of his huge sac of balls. He was becoming a wonderful lover. Some woman (a tinge of jealousy raced through her) would get a prize as a husband some day in the future. But right now… that dangling lovely prick was hers to suck, fuck, jerk and pet. It belonged to her and she was going to wring all the hot, spurting cum from it she could into her mouth and into her cunt. She had thought of another act she and Mike often put on for pleasure and pure joy. She would jerk off his prick until he was nearly ready to spurt his cum. Then he would straddle her belly and, leaning forward, would run his hot, pulsing cock up the valley of her breasts, and, holding her tits tightly against his cock, making a tunnel for it to glide in, he would begin fucking. The large head of his cock would flash through the crevice and would nearly reach her mouth. By bending over slightly, bowing her neck, she would lick it as it appeared, tasting the streaming, clear liquid that oozed from it. Just as he was coming, he would gasp his readiness and she would bend forward and take the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking and siphoning on it, as he groaned and squirted his thick, creamy cum deep into her throat. She fantasized doing this and many other things with Tim as the summer wore on. Her cunt was in a constant state of readiness, as was his cock.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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.

CHAPTER EIGHT

As all things will, the solitude of the summer came to an end abruptly one morning. Mara looked out of the window while she was preparing a late breakfast and noticed a small boat approaching the island from the mainland. Taking a pair of binoculars she kept handy to watch the activities of the small animals and birds on the island, she trained them on the approaching vessel. A man and a woman were aboard, the man piloting it, the woman watching the island through a pair of glasses. Mara was certain the woman could see her as she, in turned, watched the woman. But perhaps the woman's observation could not penetrate the shadows of the window. Mara did not recognize either of the occupants of the boat. Annoyed at the loss of their idyllic days at the coming of the visitors, she called to Tim. “Come here, Tim. See if you know these people.”

“What people?” he called from the hallway. “There is a couple coming to the island and I do not recognize either of them. I thought you might.” He took the glasses and looked carefully at the approaching couple. “I never saw them before, Mom. And they sure are coming right up to our dock.” She could see them well now with her naked eyes. “They surely are,” she agreed. She turned to him.

“Get dressed and go to meet them. Take them to the patio and then call me. I'll be dressing.” She smiled at him and then kissed him tenderly, reaching down and taking his half-hard cock in her hand and moving it gently until he began to stiffen. “Maybe they won't stay long and we can figure out some new way to make love,” she murmured.

He grinned and caressed her tits, making the dark nipples stand out and stiffen in excitement. “I'm for that, Mom.” He gave them one last squeeze and left the kitchen, his huge cock bobbing and waving before him, the big bag bouncing between his legs. He was at the gate that led to the patio when the man and woman walked up the graveled pathway to the house. “Hi there,” the man called. “Are we intruding?” Tim judged the man to be about forty or forty-five. He was deeply tanned and looked strong. Not so tall, but well built. His teeth gleamed white in the dark of his face. “No, not necessarily,” Tim said cordially. “We don't often get visitors out here.” “So Jerry the garage attendant told us over in the village.” They had come up to the gate. “This is my wife, Ruby, and I am Bill Trooper. We are looking for Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Mara Fletcher, wife of Mike Fletcher that died in Angola a few months ago.”

“That was my Dad,” Tim told them, unsmiling, “and Mara is my Mom's name. She said to tell you to make yourself at home on the patio and she'll be out in a minute.” He opened the gate and gestured toward the lawn chairs and chaises on the patio. The man and woman accepted his invitation and seated themselves. Mara had already drawn on a brief bikini, with a loose halter that barely concealed her full breasts, and was observing the couple from a concealed place behind the curtain to the window overlooking the patio. She eyed the man closely. Something there was about him that seemed familiar. Some action, the poise of the head… something that stirred her caution.

The woman she gave only a glance. She was a hanger-on, Mara decided quickly. The man had picked her up somewhere and was taking her with him for a frontispiece. She was only decoration. Realizing she could not draw the absence out longer, she went to the screened door and stepped out upon the patio. She paused and smiled at the couple.

“Hello. I am Mara Fletcher. Tim and I,” she nodded to her son, “saw you coming across the lake.” She stood looking at them expectantly. The man grinned lazily. “Hello, Mara. I have heard a lot about you, but never really thought I would ever see you.” She frowned. What did that mean? “Am I supposed to know you?” She advanced and sat on the edge of a redwood lounge chair, looking over at the man who sprawled lazily in a chaise. Her eyes took in the growing bulge in the man's crotch and knew that he was having thoughts of getting her to bed, his eyes rounding about her tits and her thighs, and his penis growing longer and harder down his pants leg, The other woman noticed it too, and stirred restlessly. However, she was eyeing Tim and noted that the front of the boy's pants seemed unusually full for so young a kid. Suspicious thoughts ran through her mind. Was this woman fucking her own kid? “Not really, Mara,” the man drawled. “My name doesn't matter. What does matter is that your man, Mike Fletcher, was one-third partner with me and another guy in some jewels we found in Uganda during our last little fracas there three years ago.” “So? Mike never discussed these matters with me. It was his business. I let him alone with it.” “Some bloody business,” snapped the woman. “Shut up, Ruby,” the man said casually.

She glared at him and then turned her attention to Tim again, noting that the crowded space in his crotch had started to protrude and bulge. “Mike and me, and one other man I won't name, got out of Uganda by the skins of our teeth,” Bill Trooper told Mara. “The other fellow caught a spear in the gut and we had to leave him. But Mike took the rubies and a black pearl-a beauty, by the way,” he sighed, remembering it, “and was to fence them in London. I followed him a day later, and when I got there, I found he had never gone to London, but was conspicuous by his absence. What happened, dear lady, your fine husband absconded with the jewel-pretties, fenced them in New York, finally sent me a pittance for my part, and then went to Angola and got himself killed before I could catch up with him.” She nodded.

“He was killed in Angola,” she admitted. “But what does all this have to do with Tim and me?” The man leaned up in the chaise and the huge erection in his pants protruded, making the pants stand out like a tent. Obviously he was wanting to get between Mara's delightful thighs. “It means just this, lady. You are going to cough up about two hundred thousand dollars, and quickly. Or you and your pretty boy there will disappear from this island, mysteriously like, and form an unusual ghost story for the old men and witches of this community to scare their kids with-about a boy and his Mom who suddenly disappeared from the island and are heard crying in the breeze on nights when the moon is gone and the mists rise from the lake.” “You are out of your skull, man.” Mara jumped to her feet.

“Now you get to your boat and get off my island-you are trespassing, you know.” “What will you do if I don't?” the man asked, rising and taking a step toward her. “I'll-I'll call the sheriff,” she shrilled, suddenly frightened. The man grinned. “Go on, call.

You'll find that he is at the capital for a convention. And that the village marshal, whom I have known for several years, is just banking a nice fistful of green stuff I gave him to turn a deaf ear toward this island.” He shook his head. “No way, lady. Now, let's you and me go into the house and talk business.” He turned to the woman.

“Ruby, you keep the boy out here for a while, huh, while his mother and I talk over our business. Entertain him in your personal way of entertaining, eh?” He winked at the woman and she grinned at him. “Sure, Bill. Go right ahead. Timmy and I will get along all right, won't we. Tim? Tim glared at the man. “Mom, are you all right? He isn't going to hurt you, is he?” Mara smiled, pale but contained now. “It's all right, honey. You stay here while Mr. Trooper and I go over some papers.” She patted his cheek and then left, leading the man into the kitchen and then into the front room.

Ruby turned to Tim and took his hand. “Sit down right there, in front of me, boy. Now, let's you and me have a little fun, huh?”

To his surprise, she quickly slipped out of her shorts and settled back, her bottom half completely nude. Slowly she leaned back and spread her thighs, and he watched as her hairy cunt came into view, the lips puffed and dark red, the labia protruding slightly from the inner folds of her vagina, and a little dewy moisture gathered about the edges of her slit. He gulped. He was used to seeing his mother's cunt, and to handling her, playing with her and fingering her until she was hot and ready to accept his rampant rod. But this was a strange woman, and it excited him immensely. His crotch stirred and writhed and protruded as his cock hardened. Slowly he settled upon the edge of the chair across from her. She raised her legs, her heels caught upon the edge of the chaise, and slowly spread her legs sideways. All of her hair-surrounded cunt was gaping, and winking at him. He moaned in a stirring passion. “That's about all you can take, isn't it, Timmy?” She threw a cushion down in front of her and grinned at him, slowly reaching behind her and undoing her halter. She stripped it away, teasingly, and her breasts came into view, large and bouncing as she stirred. Her nipples were huge and long, pointing outward to the sides, and enlarged as he watched, until they were extended an inch or more from the body of the breasts. She held out her arms to him and wiggled her fingers. “Come on, pretty boy,” she murmured, “strip off those shorts. They are hurting what I want to see. And then come here and eat me a little. I like that very much, and might just do the same for you.” He stood and slowly stripped off his shorts, his hardening cock, hugely thick, with broad, darkened knob, lengthened, swung out and then upward, until it stood its fully nine inches from his belly. Her eyes widened and she gasped. “I see it, but I don't believe it. Come here to Momma, darling. I want to have all that pretty thing to myself as soon as I can get it!”

Bill Trooper stood in front of Mara in the front room as she sat upon a sofa, looking up at him apprehensively. “Now, I don't want to hurt either you or your boy. I just want what is rightly mine. You make up papers that will allow me to get my two hundred thou, and I will take my cunt out there and be on my way.” She shook her head. “I can't do that, Mr. Trooper.” “Why not? Don't fool with me, woman.” “I am not fooling with you, man. I can't give you anything, because Mike put it all in trusts, certificates of deposits, bonds, stocks and such, so that I get the interest and that is all.

The principle cannot be touched until Tim is twenty-five. Then it can all be reviewed. He will get two-thirds and I will get a third. Until then I have only my own small savings and a checking account.” He snarled. “Don't lie to me! If all this is true, who handles the accounting?” “A couple of lawyers.” she answered truthfully, “and a CPA firm in the capital.” He was silent for a moment. “How much do you have in checking and savings that you can get to?” She was silent, staring at him. He reached out and slapped her face resoundingly. She fell back onto the sofa and he was upon her, straddling her, slapping her face first one way and then the other.

“Tell me how much you have or I'll beat you until you won't be able to see.” She sobbed and nodded. “All right. All right. Leave me alone. I'll tell you.” He relaxed and leaned back grinning, supporting himself upon her thighs. Slowly he reached out and pulled her halter down, letting her large, firm tits pop out. The nipples hardened in the excitement of the moment. “Tell me,” he whispered savagely, and poised his hand as though to grab and twist her breast.

“I-I-have about twelve hundred in checking, from the last interest payment. And I have nearly ten thousand in savings, from bonds and stocks I cashed to pay bills when he died. That was what was left of them.” He scooted from her thighs and slipped down upon the sofa beside her. “Good. Now, wasn't that easy? You could have told me in the first place and saved yourself all this slapping around.

Now,” he put his arm about her shoulder and pulled her to him, “let's you and me get a little better acquainted.” She relaxed against him, knowing that it was useless to fight him. He would beat her and she might even be injured severely or killed. Let him do what he wanted, she told herself, and get out of here. He stripped the halter from her completely and then pulled at her shorts. She raised her hips, undid the knot on the side and let the scanty bikini fall from her hips. She was nude when she settled back into his arms, and his breath was coming much, much faster. “You are a nice bundle of woman, Mrs. Fletcher, ma'am,” he said mockingly. “I like them a little taller and a little more hefty in the beam, but you'll do. How would you like to straddle this for a while?” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, broad and throbbing, not as long as Tim's, but every bit as thick. A little pearl of cum stood at the slit in the knob, and dribbled down the side. “Is that part of the bargain I'm getting?” she asked. “Give you my money, and get a free fuck in exchange?” He laughed. “Not a bad idea. Sure. But first, how about a little headwork?” He took her by the nape of the neck and pulled her down, until her mouth was directly above the swollen knob of his cock. She breathed deeply. “All right, but don't get rough with me now, or I might hurt you.” She slid down on her knees before him and between his legs. Her hands undid his belt buckle and pulled the zipper down further. His pants were open now and his large cock, curved upward toward his belly, thrust out of the whiteness of his boxer pants. By the bulge in his crotch, she knew that he had a sac of huge nuts hiding down there. With the huge pecker sticking right into her face, and the dribbling of his cum, she was getting hot in the crotch herself. She leaned forward and took the cock in her hand, pulling the foreskin over the head and then stripping it down quickly.

“Ummmm, that's it, baby, play with it and then suck it!” He leaned back, his hands upon her shoulder now as she leaned deeper into her work and licked the broad expanse of the purplish knob with her tongue. She licked and lapped at it, tongued the slit, and finally took the forepart of the knob in her lips and sucked lightly.

“That's it, baby, that's it! Suck it good,” he groaned, and thrust up so that more of his cock stuck up out of his pants. She opened her mouth widely and took the entire head into the hot, breathing cavern and closed about it, making him squirm as she began to apply suction. “Ummm, oooohhhhhhh, God, that's good! Keep it up, baby, keep sucking. Damn, you are good at sucking cock. You must practice all the time!” He groaned and thrust into her mouth and throat, making her gag. She held on to his hips and forced him to settle down into the sofa cushions until she could get her gag reflex under control and breathe again. She eased back and let the knob flip from her mouth, throwing droplets of early cum-juice onto her cheeks.

“You settle down, now, mister,” she cautioned. “You'll make me hurt you. You've had head before, so act right.” She did not wait for his answer, but settled again to her task, easing her hand down into his crotch and cradling his big balls, and running her mouth up and down the thick shaft of his cock again. “Okay, baby, you're in the driver's seat.” He reached out and began to caress her tits, making them bounce with his effort, squeezing gently now, and making the nipples erect and quiver as he thumbed them and rolled them with his fingers. She moaned in her throat and shifted so he could reach them better. “How about doing a 69 with me, baby?” he asked.

“Then we both can get some fun out of it.” She looked up at him. “Do you mean that?” “Sure. I ain't such a bad fellow, when you get to know me web. Come on, shift up here and turn around. I don't mind licking a little cunt at all.” He grinned and she quickly did as he invited. With a lithe movement she was over his face and facing his rampant cock. As she seized it eagerly now, hardly waiting to get settled into her new position, she felt her thighs being spread and then her clit quivered at the hot stab of his wet tongue. She breathed deeply and took his cock into her mouth again and began her bobbing up and down, her spit and his juices making a slime upon his shaft that let her lips travel quickly from his tightening balls to the tip of his cockhead. She felt him spread her cunt-lips with his thumbs and then his hot, hard tongue was licking and lapping, making her squirm. Her hips took a small hunching motion, pushing her cunt into his face. His lips found her clitoris and sucked it, making it stick out and jerk with excitement as the blood gorged within it. She moaned as she felt the drawing of his lips, but she could not speak for her mouth was filled with the hot tip of his fuck-club, making her grunt and groan just to contain it. She felt him begin to thicken and throb and knew that he was close to spewing her a mouthful of hot, creamy cum. “Hot damn, woman, I'm just about to spurt,” he yelled at her. He hunched into her throat and held her down so she could not withdraw. She breathed quickly through her nose and then felt the first jerk of his thick cock, and the hot, lava-like spurt of his initial coming. “Aaaagggaaaw,” he grunted and groaned and then, writhing to bring about her crisis at the same time, she felt the thick cream erupt into her mouth and throat, almost choking her. She swallowed quickly, withdrawing slightly until the knob was just inside her lips. Then, getting control of the spurting, she sucked as he spurted, drawing and siphoning as he exploded and he yelled at the pain-pleasure of her action, feeling as though she was drawing his balls through his cock. In the meanwhile, she was shuddering out her crises one after another, as he sucked her cunt, lapping it wetly, running his tongue around her thick lips and diving with it deeply into her hot cave. She hunched against his face and moaned, coming several times without stopping, one eruption of nerves and joy after the other. Slowly they drifted down from their peak of emotion and she slid off his body onto the carpet, stretching out depleted upon the floor. “Hey, woman.” He peered at her over his arm flung over his eyes, his voice weak and quivering. “You sure can suck. Can you fuck as good as you suck?” She opened her eyes slightly and peered back at him. “Some have said that I gave ass as good as I gave head, if that answers you,” she replied. He laughed. “Let me rest awhile,” he commented, “and I'll see if it's true.” Ruby leaned back in the chaise lounge and rolled her head, gritting her teeth and squinting her eyes in the exquisite sensations she was experiencing from the now-practiced lips and tongue of the boy. He knelt upon the cushion, his head thrust between her thighs, his palms tucked underneath her ass-cheeks, pulling her forward. His tongue, extended and curled, was like a small penis that darted in and out of her hot, slick cunt, and now and then lapped upward to surround her extended clitoris. The little organ stuck upward between the darkened lips of her cunt like a small penis, the hood taut over the end of it, making it appear as though she had a hard-on. “AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh, boy, you are gooooood!” she panted, working her hips, making her slick, steaming cunt move up and down upon his tongue. “You are making me cooooooooooooommmm,” she squealed and began thrashing about. Holding his head to her cunt she grunted and began hunching, almost smothering him. He finally pulled loose from her and knelt back, his breath snoring in his nostrils and his eyes gleaming with lust. She opened her thighs widely and he knelt between them, one hand guiding his broad-knobbed cock right into the slick lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes and arched upward, to give him more room. “That's it, lover boy, slip that club into me. You have the biggest cock for a boy I ever dreamed of seeing.” “Mom says it is larger than my father's,” he panted, watching down the length of his belly, as he guided the monster into place, seeing the purple knob disappear slowly into her box. It was in now an inch past the head and he waited, allowing her tissues to spread. His balls were tight against the shaft, letting her know that he was stirred and would not be long coming. “You screw your mother?” she asked, hunching gently, feeling another inch slide into her. She put her arms about his shoulders and leaned back, bringing her legs up and around his waist.

“Sure. We have been fucking all summer,” he gasped, as he seized her around the waist, and began to hunch, his hips making rapid in and out movements. “Oh, boy! Keep right on doing that, Timmy boy!”

She moaned and, lifting her legs, put them over his shoulders. Now her ass was on the edge of the chair and her cunt lifted higher, so that he was able to get a better drive at her muff. His huge cock now slipped entirely into her ever-widening cunt, the juices gurgling out around his shaft and dripping down the crack of her asscheeks. He reached under and slipped one finger against her rosebud-asshole, and poked gently. As the movement of her body continued, his finger became slick with sweat and her cum-juice, and he slipped it into her asshole up to the knuckle. “Ohhh, that feels so good,” she moaned, and hunched the harder. His cock was all the way into her now, slipping in and out like a giant piston in and out of its oiled chamber. “You sure can fuck, for a boy,” she gasped, her head thrown back against the high back of the lounge, rolling and bobbing as she threw her ass up and back, their bodies making wet, smacking sounds as they met in midair. “Have you got a girl that you hump all the time?” “Nope,” he answered gustily, breathing deeply and feeling his cum beginning to boil in his balls, “no one. Just my Mom.” “Is she-oh-a good-uh, uh, uh-lay… fuck me boy, throw it into me,” she screamed as his cock dipped into her honeyed slit and hit the bottom. “Oh, damn, I am going to come and I wanted it to go on and on and on,” she moaned. Gritting her teeth, she shut her eyes and keened, and then her body began to shake and shiver in the throes of a series of crises which rolled over her like waves pounding upon a sand pit. He felt it coming up his stem then, and his cock swelled more, hard as steel within her cunt, and then his hot cum spurted out in the black depths of her hot canal and he began to pour his cum-juice into her, one squirt after the other. Bill Trooper and Mara stood by the patio door, out of sight of Ruby and Tim, and watched the boy balling Bill's woman. The sight of his huge cock, as he rose from eating her cunt, swinging and nodding as he arranged her on the chaise lounge to suit his needs, made Bill shake his head in wonder. “That boy yonder has the biggest dong I have seen on a human being. Some burros don't have clubs that big.” “I know,” she admitted. She reached down and kneaded his soft cock, making it harden and swing out and up. “You've a nice-sized dick, Bill, but not as good as his.” “You been fucking your own boy?” “You don't see any other man around, do you?” “None but me,” he admitted. She nodded. “And, like you said, by inference, even you don't compare to him. Now, Mr. Trooper, you have had your cock fucked and sucked and your ashes hauled.” She sat down at the small kitchenette table and taking a cigarette he offered her with a light, she drew a long breath, sucking the good-tasting smoke far into her lungs. “Can I just write you a check and you go and get the money and be done with us?”

CHAPTER NINE

Jerry, at the garage in the village on the mainland, had directed the strange man and woman to the island. Then he began to have misgivings. He knew that Mara Fletcher and Tim were living a lonely life over there. But that was, no doubt, what they wished. And he had had an uneasy feeling ever since he had given the man the directions. Now he was watching as the boat came in, cut its power, and glided to the dock. A dockhand cleated the snubbing line and gave Mara and the other woman a hand as they stepped to the dock. Tim looked sullen and a little nervous, and Mara, when the four walked by the filling station-garage, gave Jerry the eye, but he could not fathom any message or signal. He shrugged. Then going to the phone he called a friend who was a state trooper. “Yeah, Marty. Jerry here. Good, good. How's yours hanging these days? Say, Marty. There's a kinda funny situation here, if you know what I mean.” Jerry proceeded to tell him of the arrival of the strange couple, the story they gave of being friends of Mara. And now the four of them going into the bank. “Nope. Wait a minute.” He stepped to the door and watched and then came back. “They went on past the bank and up toward them little cottages that Ben Turkin rents out to tourists and fishermen. Yeah, going around the back, toward one of them on the back row. Sure, I'll watch. Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Jerry hung up the phone and stepped to the door in time to see Bill Trooper push Tim roughly through the door into the middle cabin in the back row. A car with a strange license plate was parked before the cabin.

Stepping out, Jerry whistled to his partner during the day, a young senior in the local high school, tall, gangling, a high school jock. “Harry, watch the shop for a few minutes, huh? I gotta step out on some business.” “Sure, Jer, go ahead. You know I can handle her.” The boy grinned. Jerry contemplated stepping back into his office and getting his Army Special, Colt. 45 automatic side-arm, a souvenir of Vietnam years. Then he decided against it. If he couldn't keep an eye on them until Marty arrived, then he was a mighty poor woodsman, he mused. Mara sat upon a small twin bed, looking forlorn and dejected. Tim sat in a chair across the room.

They were prisoners of the Troopers. She was looking about the room and was surprised to see so much movie equipment there. Tripods, a projector, a camera for sixteen-millimeter film, lights and other equipment. Slowly it dawned upon her. Bill Trooper and his woman, Ruby, were in the business of making quickly produced XXX films and loops for the adult mini movies. Sex for a quarter, two-minute segments in each showing and starting over automatically to begin the loop again. “What are you planning?” She directed her question to the man. He smirked. “I had anticipated getting very little money from you. So I am going to capitalize in another way.” He nodded to the movie equipment. “You and your son are going to make some quickie sex movies for me and then we will go to the bank and draw out your savings and your checking, and we will be on our way.” She shuddered. Not that she was opposed to the sex part. That did not bother her. But the sick minds that would be drooling over the activities of her and Tim on the movies, panting with their imagination at the close-ups and the invigorating shots of Tim's huge cock flashing in and out of her wetly. “Ruby, you keep an eye on them until I get the equipment set up,” Trooper ordered. Ruby moved her chair before the door and sat there defiantly, her eyes never leaving Mara and Tim. “You are sick,” she told Mara. “What do you mean?” “Fucking your own boy. Why, that is downright immoral,” she lectured Mara. “What was it when you fucked him?”

Mara asked, boldly staring the woman in the eyes. Ruby flushed.

“That's… that's dirty, you peeking on us,” she muttered.

“Anyway, I ain't his maw.” “Sure you aren't, and I am glad.” Tim entered into the conversation. “You are not half as good a lay, either, as mother is,” he continued. Ruby glared at him. “Well, you are still wet behind the ears,” Ruby countered. “You don't know how to shove it in good yet.” “I don't recall you complaining,”

Tim snickered. “Okay, you guys. Just shut up,” Trooper called. “I have this stuff ready to go now. Ruby, bring them up so we can get them zeroed in on.” The next few minutes were spent under hot lights, adjusting the filters and setting the correct distances for the camera, so the maximum might be utilized in the film. “Okay, we're ready to shoot,” Trooper finally said. “Boy,” he gestured to Tim.

“You get over by the door and then wander into the room like you was going to undress and go to bed. Then undress and pick up that girlie book there and jerk off.” Tim just looked at him. “I mean it, damn it. That isn't so hard, is it? Just follow my guidance. There won't be any dialogue. I'll dub in some dumb music later.” Tim shrugged and ambled over to the door. Ruby looked at the crowded crotch of the young boy and licked her lips. That was the sweetest cock she had felt jammed up her cunt for a long time. She could still feel the hot, cramming explosion of his cum flooding into her.

Peering through the hand-held camera, Trooper motioned to Tim.

“All right, come on in, unbutton your shirt as you do, stretch, scratch, rub your cock.” The man had taken several of these movies before and knew the direction. In a minute he had Tim at the bedside looking at the girlie book. “Now, as you look at the book, slip your belt and let your pants drop. Just step out of them, kick them away. That's it. Now, take your cock out of your underpants. Look at the tits of that naked woman, see her cunt, how juicy it is, how it gleams in the picture. Imagine you putting cock up that flue. That's it, let it dangle, shake it, now fist it, and slowly, slowly, that's it, begin to jerk it off.” Under his direction, Tim was slowly massaging his cock now and the huge instrument was slowly hardening, until its entire nine inches was reaching outward and curving sweetly upward. The purple knob was fully uncovered and the bulbous head flared and swelled as his hand traveled the length of the shaft and back. He had brought his balls out of his underpants, too, and they dangled there, large and hairy, moving mysteriously as he manipulated his cock. He unconsciously spraddled his legs a bit and began to jack off a little faster, as the feeling began to spread in his loins. He turned the page of the magazine and continued to make love to himself.

“Bill,” whimpered Ruby, “let me get into the scene with him. I can't stand letting him spend all that good cream on nothing.” She was squirming around and rubbing her hand over her mons, her breath coming fast as her eyes were fastened upon the gigantic cock of the boy.

“All right. Crawl in on your knees, Ruby, slow and easy. Take his cock in your hand and then suck him. Take as much of that cock into your mouth and throat as you can.” Bill never took his eye from the camera as he instructed her. Quickly the woman disrobed and then, on her hands and knees, her tits dangling, the nipples rampant with the thoughts of what she was going to do, she crawled into the camera's lens range and up to the boy. Tim, seeing her coming, turned to face her, tossing the magazine onto the bed. His cock was vastly hard now, nearing the moment when it would harden more, swell slightly in that momentary pause before explosion, and then begin to throb and spew the accumulation of his balls. He knew what Ruby had in mind and he anticipated it with deepening breath and quivering balls.

He took his fist from his cock, and let it dangle and sway, the blind eye in the center of the slick, drooling knob, staring at the woman as she rose to her knees and rubbed her cheek upon the point of the gigantic instrument. Moaning with pleasure, she wrapped her fist about the shaft, and began to rub the lubrication-dripping head of the prick over her cheeks and mouth, licking it as the slit came within range of her agile tongue-tip. She lapped the surface of the purple-colored knob and tickled the little hole, lapping up the clear pre-cum juice that oozed out of it. One of her hands cupped the huge balls which were tensing about the shaft, prior to his ejaculation.

She rolled them in the warm sac and squeezed them tenderly, making the boy rise upon his toes as he paid homage to the pain-pleasure of the moment. “That's it, Ruby, make him squirm a little. Now put the head in your mouth. Suck… now lick down the stem to the balls and back again, now center on the knob and begin to slide your mouth up and down the cock,” Trooper directed. Mara sat to one side of the scene, back of the camera range. She was hot, watching her son and the woman go through their sex act. She saw that Bill Trooper was hot also, his pants bulging out with a great hard-on. She crouched down out of the camera range and slipped over to him. Running her hand up his legs, she seized his cock through the cloth of his pants and began to squeeze and rub it. Its heat and hardness filled her fist and she felt her cunt fill up with fuck-juice. She wanted to be fucked again and her cunt was giving her messages. Bill moved his legs apart, spraddling so he could balance himself and gave her more room to play. “Go on, Mara,” he encouraged her, “take it out and play with it.” She needed no more invitation than that. Quickly she unzippered his fly and, moving her hand inside his pants, found his hardening cock and pulled it out into the open. “Ahhh, I like that,” she whimpered. Moving closer to him she licked his cock, sucking lightly upon the knob, tonguing the sensitive place under the head where the nerves gather. His cock reared to complete hardness and she began to jerk him off, running her hand up and down the shaft.

“You sure do know how to manipulate a fellow's cock,” he whispered. His eyes were never taken from the camera viewfinder, even though Mara now had lowered his pants and shorts and was mouthing his balls, sucking first one and then the other into her mouth. His cock was oozing cum-juice now, making her hand slick as it slid up and down the swelling staff. In front of the camera, Ruby was going to town upon Tim's gigantic cock. It seemed impossible that she could have all of it in her mouth and throat, but somehow, by canting her head to one side, she was able to get the head past her throat-block and could feel the length of shaft reaching down into her gullet as though it was going all the way to her stomach. Slowly she let the cock slide down her throat and then she eased back, licking and sucking as she did so. She canted around so she could see her son and Ruby, making it over by the couch, but not missing a moment of the pleasure of sucking Bill's prick. “Would you like to ass-fuck her, Tim?” asked Bill, his eyes glued to the camera's viewfinder.

“Huh? Oh, sure… I sure would.” Tim had his hands upon his hips, and was rocking back and forth gently, thrusting his huge dong in and out of Ruby's widely stretched mouth. As he thrust in she sucked and then hollowed her cheeks, so the insides of her mouth would rub against the sensitive head of his cock as he drew out gently. He withdrew to the rim of his cockhead and then slid deep into her mouth again. “Okay. Now, Ruby, you ease off your sucking. Now turn, kneel and spread a little… a little more. Now, Tim, there it is. A big, juicy asshole, just crying to be reamed. She's all yours.”

Tim stood looking down at the fleshy hips of the woman. He reached out and spread her asscheeks and saw the little brown puckered hole there, with hair about it. He wondered briefly how his great cockhead could slip into such a tight-looking hole, but he didn't tarry long with thinking about it. He dipped under and taking her cunt juice, he smeared it over her asshole and then rubbed his cockhead against it, smearing it also with juice out of his own cock.

“Looks tight,” he muttered, as he spread her cheeks more and then pressed his knob against it. “Oh, just push steady and hard, and it'll go in.” Bill laughed at him, just at the point of coming in Mara's mouth, his balls tight against his shaft, and his breathing heavy. Ruby winced as the huge knob invaded the tight orifice and then as it snapped into the empty space behind the muscle and the thick shaft began to follow, she gasped. It was as though someone was shoving a baseball bat up her ass. But it felt good and she twisted and turned as he continued to reach deeply into the dark cavern.

“That's it, Tim… Oohhhh, I'm coming!” Bill started to direct the boy and then felt his balls tighten and his cock swell more. Then the cum started to splash out of his tube into Mara's hot mouth and he grunted and thrust and fucked her in the mouth and throat, until every dribble of his cream was sucked from his cock. “Ummmmm,” murmured the woman, as she felt the hot cum spurt down her throat. She began to come then, her loins turning and twisting as she fingered her clit and, with the little woman-cock thrumming, blasted off into her own orbit of joy and pleasure. Tim had his entire cock in Ruby's asshole now, and was sawing back and forth. She was gasping and groaning as she reached under and fingered her cunt, and Tim reached forward and palmed her tits, thumbing the nipples and squeezing her jugs as though he were milking them. His hips never missed a beat and his huge balls swung in and swatted her asscheeks each time he hunched his club into her hole. He felt his crisis roiling within him, building and gathering, and his cockhead quivering, in anticipation of blasting his cream deep in the black depth of her guts. He gasped and sighed as he reached the peak of his endurance and then, as he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell even more, he thrust it deeply into her and held it there, his hands pulling her tightly back against his belly. “Come in me, Tim,” Ruby screamed. “Ahlmhhhhooooo, I'm coming,” she yelled and thrust back as hard as she could. His balls were mashed against her ass and his cock buried to the hilt when she felt him rise up on his toes and draw in a deep shuddering breath. And then he slopped his first hard spurt of cream deep inside her ass. She felt its hot spurt and moaned, coming again, bucking her asscheeks hard and fast back against his solid young belly. That made him shudder again and his cum splashed out in another huge glob. On and on it went, until she felt that he was filling her colon full of his fuck-juice. But finally it ceased and he sighed and eased down upon his feet and slowly drew his slime-covered cock from her widely stretched asshole. She fell toward upon her face, sighing and moaning, twisting in a final series of small crises. “That boy is something else,” she breathed, walling one eye upward at Bill who had released the trigger on the hand-held camera and was engaged in allowing Mara to siphon the last hot juice from his cock. She licked it as he held it completely skinned back, licking it until every drop of his cum and her spit was gone. Her action had made him half-hard again and she sat on the floor before him, slowly jerking him off.

“You two surely gave me some pictures.” Bill yawned. He stretched and eased down upon the floor beside Mara. “Do you want to fuck now?”

She shook her head. “No. I want Timmy to screw me. I tell you what.” She eyed him thoughtfully. “Tim will fuck me dog-fashioned, and the rest of us will form a daisy chain. Do you want to do that?”

“I'm too pooped to pop right now,” Ruby whimpered. “That boy is fucking me to death.” Tim grimaced and leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. But Mara knew he was thinking of fucking her, and his cock was half rampant, and he was slowly playing himself into a full hard-on. “We'll rest a half-hour and then go at it again,”

Bill said. Jerry, the garage owner, met his friend Martin Orwell, the State Trooper, at the corner of Main Street and Third, about four blocks from the motel where Bill had taken the woman and her son. He had watched the cottage where the four had gone and no one had emerged. The police vehicle drifted to the curb and paused.

Jerry opened the door and slid into the front seat beside his friend.

“Hi, Marty.” “Hey, Jerry. You got something cooking over here?” “Don't know for sure, Marty. Pull her around the corner from Ben Turkin's cottages there. See that middle cabin. Well, that fellow and his woman, I told you about, went in there with the Fletcher woman and her kid. Mrs. Fletcher lives on the island out there. Owns it, inherited it from her man when he was killed in some war someplace in Africa, so I heard.” Marty grunted and peered at the cabin. “Seems peaceful enough. What makes you think there's something wrong?” Jerry scratched his chin and rubbed his cock and pursed his mouth. “Well, I got a look square at Mara-that's Mrs.

Fletcher-when they walked past my place. And she looked all scared.

Tim, he was walking like a zombie. So I figured you might want to check it out, them other two being strangers and all.” Marty had noticed the back end of a station wagon sticking out of the narrow drive beside the cabin. Slipping a small pair of binoculars out of a case on the dash, he peered at the license plate. Taking his mike from the two-way radio in his sedan, he murmured the number and asked for an instant check and hung the mike up. He sat and watched the cabin and said little, until the radio beeped. He answered. “Yeah… ahuh. It is, huh? Okay. Thanks, doll, I owe you a cuppa coffee.” He signed off the air then and turning, grinned at Jerry. “Well, old buddy, you hit a hot one that time. The car is stolen and the man apparently driving it is an escaped convict from Illinois. William Trooper. The woman is just someone he must have picked up along the way.” The trooper eyed the building thoughtfully, then nodded to Jerry. “Now, you can come along, or stay here, whichever you wish.”

“What are you going to do?” “I'm going to slip around to the side and then back, wherever there's another door, and there surely is one. I'll bust in the door and take them prisoner. The man may put up a fight, so maybe you'd better stay here.” Marty called in that he was off the air for a few minutes and that he was investigating the possibility of a criminal in a motel cabin in the town. He would call back later. “Over and out.” He crawled from the car and, taking his riot gun, unbuttoned his holster containing the magnum. 357 and started around the building, skirting the motel area, so he could come up behind the building. “I'll go with you.” Jerry hurried after him. “Just stay out of the way, if the thing goes to a fight,”

Marty cautioned. Jerry followed carefully at his heels, his face a little pale as he thought of what he might be letting himself in for.

There was a small window, and a door on the back of the cottage.

“We are in luck,” breathed Marty. He eased up to the window and slowly rose to peer inside. His eyes widened and he motioned for Jerry to come up. “Take a peek,” he breathed. Jerry slowly peered into the room. His eyes widened and he slid down beside Marty. “I never saw anything like that,” he whispered. “Neither did I,” Marty whispered back. He slipped to the door and tried the knob. It was locked. He backed off. “You stay back,” he whispered and then, crouching, he hurled himself against the flimsy wood, and the door crashed inward, his body propelled into the room. The daisy chain was just started. Mara was on her hands and knees, her full tits swinging, the nipples erect and trembling with excitement.

She spread her thighs fully and Tim was behind her, and guided his cock deeply into her cunt from that position. His huge balls swung forward and slapped her in the ass as he began hunching, holding her at the hipbones and pulling her asscheeks back against him. Bill was spread out upon the floor, his large cock rampant and halfway in Mara's mouth. She grunted and fucked backwards into Tim's belly, at the same time lowering her mouth upon Bill's cock, sucking and lapping as she did so. He grunted and hunched into her mouth and she siphoned hard upon it, wrapping her tongue about the head of his cock, making the sides of her cheeks hollow, she sucked so hard. To complete the chain, Ruby knelt on her knees, her back to Mara, positioning her dewy cunt right over Bill's mouth. His large tongue, experienced at what it was called upon to do, was lapping her clit, making her groan and murmur in her joy, and she fucked his tongue gently, making tiny motions with her full hips. One of her hands was upon his head for balance, and to hold his mouth to her cunt, and the other one played with her own tits, making the excitement complete. Lust sang in the room. The only sounds were the liquid sounds of sucking, licking, and the moaning of pleasure. There was a motion of bodies, Tim's hunching, Mara's head bobbing up and down the thick shaft of the prick that filled her mouth, Bill fucking into her mouth, and Ruby giving Bill's tongue a tiny fuck motion as he lapped at her clit and her cunt. “Uuummm, good,” Bill moaned as Mara took all of his cock in her mouth and throat. “I envy… her… that gorgeous cock… she's getting rammed… into her juicy… cunt…” panted Ruby.

Mara did not answer, her mouth was too full of Bill's cock. Tim did not even listen to what was being said. He was too enthralled watching the huge shaft of his cock move slowly in and out of the wet passage there between the white thighs of his mother. Tim breathed deeply, almost a gasp, as he thrust deeply into his mother's twitching cunt, the heat and the moisture smearing his cock from balls to knob. He was nearing the point of no return and wanted it to last longer; but it was becoming a losing battle. Just as he decided to give it his best shove and let it spurt, there was a great crash at the back door. The door crashed open and a man hurtled through.

Tim caught a glimpse of a uniform, a broad-brimmed hat and a huge black pistol in the man's hand, and then he cried out as he began to come. He jerked himself from the hot, grasping cunt, his cum spurting creamy and gleaming three feet in the air. It spurted again and then he threw himself on the couch out of the way of the man, as the intruder shot to his feet and leveled the gun. “Everyone freeze,” he shouted. “This is the law!”

CHAPTER TEN

Trooper Martin, Jerry and Tim, with Mara bustling in and out of her kitchen with coffee, iced tea and a lace of brandy for the coffee, all were rehashing the arrests that had followed Martin's dramatic break-in at the cottage in town. “Boy, when you dived through that door, I thought the world had come to an end,” remarked Tim, his eyes admiringly upon Martin's uniform. “You were doing all right for yourself,” Martin dryly remarked, remembering the arching spray of Tim's tremendous ejaculation as he jerked his cock from his mother's cunt and his cum spurted high into the air. Tim had the grace to blush and hang his head. “I am just happy that Jerry caught my signal that something was wrong,” Mara said, as she listened to them. “I tried to let him know that we were in trouble by just looking at him.” “Well, apparently your ESP was working, or your eyes are on the same wavelength,” Martin said, “for he was on the horn right away telling me about it.” “What will happen to the man?” asked Mara. “Oh, he is on his way back to prison. The woman will be charged with some minor thing, serve about three months and then get out. She was just incidental to the entire affair. Bill Trooper is one mean hombre and you are lucky to get off as easily as you did.”

She served an evening meal to them and they spent some time on the patio, talking in the early dark of the evening. Finally Martin stretched and rose. “Well, Mrs. Fletcher, I gotta be going.

Jerry, you going back with me?” “Yeah, Marty.” Jerry rose lazily.

He grinned at Mara and she knew what he was thinking, remembering the scene of their encounter a few weeks ago, and then the white scamper of her buttocks as she scrambled for her clothes after Marty had burst into the cabin. Mara and Tim walked down to the quay with them and saw them off in the motorboat, brought over from the main landing.

They waved at the two men and then returned to the house. “We are sure lucky to get out of that mess with no more than a few bruises,”

Tim told her as they sauntered back toward the patio. He put a hand around her and reaching under her armpit, snuggled a firm tit in his palm. The nipple instantly stirred to life. “That we are,” she admitted. “I just hope that he never gets out of prison again to come looking for us. I wonder if Mike did actually cheat him out of a share of money on one of the jobs they did together? Or just hearing of him being dead, decided to do me out of some cash?” She reached down and began to rub the bulge in his crotch, feeling it stir and stand and grow under her hand. “I guess we will never know.” He turned her so they faced and began kissing her, both hands now massaging her tits, then opening her blouse, firming them in his hands, making the nipples strut and tremble in the darkness. He lowered his mouth and sucked gently on them, first one and then the other. She moaned and seized his cock through his shorts and began to move it up and down.

It became impossibly long and hard, running down his pants leg until the head of it was peeking out of the leg of his shorts. “Mom, I think you and me had better do something about this,” he told her, as he reached into her bikini and ran a finger down the soft, wet groove of her cunt and felt the rise and throb of the rampant clit. “Oh yes, son, yes… yes!” She raised up on her toes and her tongue speared deeply within his throat, laving his mouth and inside cheeks.

Her lips suctioned upon his, making him shake with desire. Finally her lips softened and she eased away and slowly unzipped his fly. Reaching inside, she removed his cock and with equal slowness and gentleness began to masturbate the gigantic instrument of love. It oozed a stream of clear liquid that ran down stickily upon her fist and she paid it no attention. She kissed his paps and tongued them until the little nipples thrust hard against her lips. “Tim… did you come, when that trooper crashed into the cabin?” she asked softly, her tongue licking his chest. “Yeah, why?” He was kissing her tits, licking them and making the nipples quiver. “I knew you were nearly ready, for your balls had stopped swinging and slapping my ass. They were tight against your cock and I remember your cock beginning to swell like it does just before you come. Did you come a lot?” “It squirted out about three feet in the air,” he told her, “about two or three spurts. Then I dived into the couch to get away from his gun.”

He was fingering her asshole, pushing his finger into it up to the first knuckle and turning it about. She gasped and thrust back against him. “Do you want to fuck my ass?” she asked him. “I sure do,” he panted. “Right here, right now?” They were at the edge of the patio now. She murmured her pleasure as he continued to finger her.

“Yeah, right now,” he gasped. They hurried over to a chaise lounge. Mara tore the cushion from it and placed it upon the concrete flooring. Then she knelt upon it and bent over the frame of the lounge, twisting so her ripe ass was pointed up at him, her thighs widely spread. She was panting with her needs. “Gosh, Mom, you sure are hot tonight,” he groaned. Taking another cushion, he placed it back of her and lowered to it. His huge cock, hard and swinging about like a warm club, nudged between her thighs and under to rub in the wet slit of her cunt. A flood of her fuck-juice came down and spurted out upon it and the head was slick with her liquids. He felt the warm wash of it and groaned. Reaching under she began to finger her clitoris and the little instrument stiffened and thrummed under her ministration. She began to hunch back against him, her soft asscheeks slamming into his belly. Seizing her asscheeks he spread them apart. “There it is,” he murmured, and fingered the little brown hole there, puckered and awaiting his intrusion. “Be easy,” she breathed. “You are terribly huge to go into such a small place.” “You know I will,” he murmured, as he placed the head of his cock against the brown spot and pressed inward, making it slick with her own juices and easing the head so that it was about half in, the hole spreading slowly as the muscle there loosened. Then the entire plum-colored knob popped into the cavern, the muscle closed tightly back of it, and Tim gasped at the sharpness of the pinch. His balls jumped and trembled as he felt the squeeze of the ring.

“Are you in?” she asked plaintively. “I feel like you just put a ball bat inside me.” “Yes,” he breathed, his breath coming short in his chest. It was a most exquisite pleasure he had experienced. The slowness of the act, the building up of the lust within them, the apparent need of his mother to feel him feed the monster cock up her dark hole, all accumulated to thrill him as never before. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. There was no doubt about it, this was going to be a glorious spurt when the moment came.

“Don't rush it, honey. Be easy and slow and let's get the most out of it.” She eased back and caressed his balls, tickling him from the roots of his cock at his puckered asshole to his balls, and then caressed the shaft of his cock all the way up its incredible length to where the knob was fitted into the anus. He trembled with her caresses and she knew that he was building toward a crisis. “Easy, honey,” she breathed, putting her fingers to her cunt again and caressing just inside the lips, rimming her sensitive opening and caressing the little clit until her loins began to heave and move under her private finger-fucking. He settled himself firmly and, holding her hips, he eased the cock deeper inside her, making the hole stretch and the tissues within spread at its gigantic girth. She breathed through her nose to make sure she did not let herself get carried away with the moment and the movement. Deep inside her she felt her own crisis building, stirring, pausing and then stirring again. A slow warmth invaded her tissues, firing her blood, rising as a hot flood within her. She moaned and twisted and fucked back against him, feeling the hot thrust of his rod deeper and deeper. “My cock's nearly in your ass, Mom,” he whispered, his breath ragged and panting. “And I can't hold myself off much longer.” “Just a little longer, darling,” she cried. “Let me build up a little more and then we will go together! Ah, damn, but you can sure fuck a woman until she is weak to her bones,” she told him. She was beginning to thrust back and forth, meeting his hunching that was driving the huge cock all the way into her guts. The cock staff was slick with his juice and slime and was slipping in all the way into her depths. He settled into the rhythm and she began to sway with him, moaning as she heaved back and forth. Her full, lust-tightened tits rocked against the chaise lounge, the nipples rubbing and thrilling, and her fingers delved into the sensitive depth of her cunt, making her hunch more rapidly and bring herself nearer to her private explosion. “I'm almost there, Mom!” he yelled. “So am I, ohhhhhhhhoooo,” she moaned, her voice rising and falling. She grunted and heaved back against him, holding there, her ass arched high and her cunt and ass full of fingers and cock.

Then it hit them both the same time. “I'MMM COMMMINNNNGGG,” he yelled, heaving it into her, his balls tightened and squirting his juice deep inside the dark cave of her colon. She could feel the throb and spurt of each load of jism as it lurched from his cockhead, washing the insides of her gut with the hot cream. “WHEEEEE, I AM TOOOOO,” she squealed, and then grunted and groaned, as the squeeze and throb of her own crisis and climax caused her nerve-ends to quiver and vibrate, making her cunt flutter and throb against her fingers.

She moaned and went through one climax after other, as she felt his come unload deep inside her until his cock began to soften. He moved his cock from her with a faint, wet plop and sprawled back of her, his strength gone for the moment. About them the darkness deepened, the night came over the lake and the insects began to buzz and saw, nightbirds twittering and fluttering in the woods.

Finally she stirred. “Come on in, sweetie. We'd better get a shower and then a night's sleep. We've had a hard day.” He groaned and rose, and holding hands like lovers, they entered the house. They did not know that they had been watched. First during the lasting daylight, by regular binoculars, and after the darkness came, through a pair of infra-red glasses, that were developed in Vietnam for night reconnaissance. Hank Truman was the new Forest Ranger assigned to the sector in which lay the lake, and the island that was owned and inhabited by Mara and Tim Fletcher. He and his daughter, who was the same age as Tim Fletcher, were making their first trip around his assigned area. Their camper was pulled into Jerry's garage and getting a quick tune, oil change and lube, and the daughter, Cherry, was nosing around the small shops in town. Hank had walked down to the landing in the dusk and, having already cleared it with Jerry, put out into the lake with his small rowboat. He rowed and drifted until he was around the slight bend where he could see the island. It was then he saw the woman and the boy on the island and watched them approach the house. Taking his glasses from their leather case, he zeroed in upon the two as they came to the patio, and watched the entire performance with growing excitement and wonder.

“I'll be damned,” he breathed. “That boy has a cock like a mule.

Bet he is ten inches long!” Then he paid attention to the woman, not knowing that they were mother and son, and immediately began to get a hard-on as he watched her ass being reamed by the huge cock of the boy. She was all woman, he could see, and suddenly he wanted to know more about her. Perhaps Jerry, the garage attendant, could tell him.

“You mean the two on the island out there?” Jerry asked when Hank mentioned seeing them. “Yeah, I know them. That's Mara Fletcher and her boy, Tim.” “Her boy-you mean son?” “Yep. And he's all boy, if you know what I mean. I seen him stripped once and he's a man where a man should be a man, even if he is a boy by age.” Jerry leered, thinking of the scene in the cabin he had caught as he followed Marty through the door. Tim holding his huge cock in one hand and the cream spurting three feet in the air. “I guess I will have to make a call upon them in the morning,” Hank said, “since I am supposed to know everyone in my assigned area.” “If you get to know Mara Fletcher real well, it will be worth the effort, I assure you.” Jerry grinned. “If you get what I mean.” “I think I understand you.” Hank returned the grin. Later that evening, Hank and Cherry were in their motel room. Cherry was showering and called to her father. “Hey, Dad. How about scrubbing my back for me?”

Hank grinned. He knew the invitation and the hidden meaning underneath the words. Quickly he stripped and, with his rather plentifully endowed cock growing as he went toward the shower, and his handful of big nuts swinging, he slid back the curtain and stepped under the water with her. Cherry was five feet two, with tine, full tits, big nipples, at the moment expanding and growing fuller under the gaze of her father; her waist was trim, her belly pleasantly curving down to a dark brush, under which her pink-lipped cunt dewed as she saw her father's big cock harden and lance out from his body and upward as he stepped into the steamy shower with her. She sighed and, bending over, planted a moist kiss upon the purple knob of his cock, sucking slightly right over the little slit and mouthing the little taste of clear lubricating juice that was siphoned from it into her mouth.

“Ummm, that is delicious,” she murmured and then, taking one last nibble at it, she turned, thrust her ass into his belly and said over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling, “Work for your fuck, Daddy dear.

Scrub my back.” Hank Truman had been fucking his daughter, Cherry, ever since he and his wife had divorced. Cherry had come to visit him for a weekend. Before the weekend was over, he had taught her to jerk him off, had come on her belly, and had then fingered her to a climax, working his cockhead between the small lips and coming there, as she keened and squirmed in her first sexual crisis.

Weeks went by, with Cherry visiting her dad at every opportunity, eager now to enter into their secret play. He would finger her until she climaxed. Then he taught her to lie sprawled, her hips raised on a pillow, while he licked and sucked her pink young cunt, until she came, twisting and squealing at the invasion of his hot tongue into her tender young twat. Each time he would end the episode by either pulling her over his lap, or by positioning himself over her body, and rubbing his throbbing cock up and down her slick cunt until he came. When he felt the first rush of his cream starting up his jerking tube, he would squeeze as much of the head into her cunt between the tight, blood-engorged lips as possible, and hold it there as he shook and gasped, pouring his hot cream into the little nest he had created there. Then they would bathe together and he would let her play with him and suck on him until she had mastered the technique.

When she had learned what to do, and to do it right, he let her suck him off one day, and as the hot come spurted into her throat, she gagged and then with reflex began to swallow. Suddenly liking the taste of the sticky white cream from her daddy's cock, she began to swallow and murmur her pleasure, licking him and siphoning upon his cock, until all of his sperm was gone. In a year from the time he had began to teach her the pleasures of sex, he was able to get most of his cock into her tight little cunt. By the time another year was over, she was taking all of him into her, right up to the balls, and squealing with joy whenever she felt his cock stiffen and then throb and begin to spurt his hot cum deep into her vagina. It was not long after this that he began to use her asshole, easing her to the point where the big knob of his cock would slide in (well lubricated with salve of some kind) and then reach deep into her young gut. She did not like this as well as fucking the usual way, but knowing he liked to do it, would suggest it now and again. Then his wife died in a car accident while out upon a date with some liquor salesman, and Cherry became his full responsibility. Being in a good job, he bought a larger house, furnished it nicely, gave his daughter an entire upper suite, and set up housekeeping with her. Now Cherry knew all there was to know about pleasing a man in the sex department. Most studies on incest deal with the problem of the child becoming scarred and warped emotionally by this early parental intrusion. There must be exceptions to the rule, for Cherry loved fucking, and she loved fucking her father. She had other boys occasionally, and now and then a male friend of Hank's. But she always came back to?the large club of her dad's, loving its length and thickness, his expertness in giving her sexual pleasure, and the security of knowing he wanted to give her as much pleasure as she gave him. At the moment his huge erection was moving slowly and tantalizingly up and down the delightful crease of her asscheeks. He was scrubbing her back at the same time, lathering it under the gentle, lukewarm spray. He reached around and caressed her tits, feeling her passion roused in the hard-pointed nipples. He moved his hands down to her ass and lathered her buttocks, moving her legs apart, and washing between them with gentle movements, caressing and rubbing as he did so. “Dad,” she gasped. “You are almost driving me up the wall. Either scrub me or fuck me, but don't tease me! Ohhhhhhh… damn you, Daddy!” She turned and, slapping the soap out of his hand, threw her arms about him and mashed her lips to his. Her hot tongue dug deeply into his throat, rubbed his cheeks inside, and explored his tongue dartingly, teasing him to further hardness. As she did this, she removed one hand from the back of his neck, and down his side, then between them, slowly and tantalizing, and then curled a hot, wet fist about his thick cock. “You tease me, I'll jerk you off and then you'll be mad,” she murmured.

“Jerk ahead, if you wish,” he muttered, his passion rising at the heat and movement of her hand. “I can get another load up in ten minutes.” “But I want this one, right in there.” She took his fingers and shoved them between her thighs. They immediately began to caress, to probe and move about the slick outer lips of her cunt, and she began to moan and hunch against them. “Oh fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, please!” Without answering her, he turned her from him and bent her over, her head and face away from the gentle warm spray.

She leaned over, her hands upon her knees, her pink ass pointed toward him. Her big tits bounced and rolled in the movement of her body, and the nipples grew long and dark, quivering with the excitement of her nearing fuck. “Now you can have it, sweetie,” he grunted, and taking his hard and throbbing cock, he gently inserted it between her thighs and against the inverted shape of her cunt, rubbing it in the slick lubricant that was streaming down her thighs.

Then, with the point of the cockhead seated properly, he pushed easily and gently and, having been there many, many times before, the broad knob slipped into her hot waiting cunt. She gasped and shoved back against him, her soft asscheeks caressing his hot belly. His balls swung forward and tapped her under-thighs as he began to move slowly and deeply, shoving it all the way in, until his hairy belly rubbed her ass, then out again until the knob all but slipped from the lips of her clutching, steaming love-nest. “Ah, God, Daddy, you make me weak,” she moaned. She hunched back against him. “Fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck me until I come!” she screamed softly and reaching under she began to fondle her clit, to get a double charge as he began to pour his hard, thick cock in and out of her cunt. “You're getting it, girl,” he moaned, “getting eight inches of thick, hard cock, right into your baby cradle.” “Oh, Daddy, make me have a baby!” she moaned. “Give me a pretty little baby in my cunt, so I can have a real, live play-doll!” “The thick, white cream that makes babies is just about to squirt right up your cunt, darling,” he panted. Funny, he thought, as he pumped his stiffened cock into the cunt of his daughter, how she always gets hotter when she talked about having a baby by me. He had explained to her that he was sterile and could no longer give children, but that it in no way altered his ability to make love vigorously. But for some strange, unexplained reason, she always got a great charge out of talking about having a baby. Knowing that it made her more passionate, and that there was no danger in getting her pregnant, he played along with the game and answered with the words she always wanted. She was bucking back against him now, her ass-cheeks slapping wetly against his belly. His heavy balls swung in rhythm, patting her thighs, and his cock made liquid noises pistoning in and out of her moist, hot cunt.

“OooHHHHhhhh, Daddy, I'm getting almost there. Are you about ready?” “In a moment, honey,” he panted. He shook the water out of his face and holding her lips above the slightly protruding hipbones, he began to saw his thick cock in and out of her, hammering his cook-head home until he felt the soft-solid bulk of her cervix. He thrust it deep and held it there, feeling his cock stiffen and ready itself to spurt out the hot lava of his lust. As he poised on the moment of his explosion, the scene of his first time with her flashed across the screen of his mind. He had played with her and was ready to come. He had laid her on her back and spread her legs widely.

Her little pink cunt had opened like a tiny rose, and he wondered if it were possible to get the thick cockhead into that little opening.

She was hot and trembly, and breathing deeply through her nose. He fingered her, found the little hole beginning her vagina, and easing down to her, had pushed the broad, thick, slick knob between the pink lips. They spread and then closed in around his knob, just barely reaching about it, not completely enclosing it to the rim. There, he began to rotate it gently with his hand, and to push so it remained firmly in the increasingly hot and slick bed, as her juices began to flow. She had murmured in her pleasure, and now no longer frightened at the sight and feel of the huge cock, she released herself to his manipulations and began to make little hunches and copulative motions, instinctive as a newly born Eve, and then as his cum gushed into the narrow, tight little nest he had made for himself, she shuddered and whimpered, shivering in the throes of her first climax. Caught up in the musing and memory of his first fuck with his nubile daughter, Hank suddenly stiffened, his cock swelling and throbbing. Cherry moaned and shuddered, entering into her climax with little cries.

“Oh, Daddy… I'm coommminng… now, there… there… oh, I'm coming!” She shook and thrust back into him as his gouts of sperm gushed from him and exploded deep inside the dark cavern of her cunt.

He throbbed and spurted into her and she went through a series of climaxes, coming again and again. The little apartment was filled with the odor of their excitement, and the sounds of their fucking, their moaning and their cries.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mara hummed at her work. She was preparing a large salad for lunch. Tim was out in the wooded part of the island, looking for berries he knew grew there and should be ripened at this time of the year. So absorbed in her work was she that she did not see the boat drift in to the dock and the man tie it to a cleat, and then come up the path to the patio. The first she knew of a strange presence was when there came a knock at the patio door. She raised her head and listened and the knock came again. It would not be Tim, she thought; he had not been gone long enough. She laid aside her implements for making the salad and silently approached the patio door. The shadow of a man loomed against the glass and she hesitated momentarily, thinking of her recent struggles with Bill Trooper. Then she recalled that he would be in jail by now, and she continued to the door. He smiled at her through the glass and she opened it slightly. He was tall, well over six feet and was dressed in a green-gray uniform, with a broad-brimmed hat, brown belt, with pants bloused over sturdy walking boots. “Mrs. Fletcher?” He removed his hat and she saw that he had black, curly hair. “Mrs. Fletcher -Mara Fletcher?” “Yes.” She liked his face, the smile that was friendly and the teeth that gleamed whitely in the brown of his face.

She also liked the athletic look of his build and the subtly shaped bulge that hinted at the crotch of a well-endowed individual.

“Yes,” she continued. “Can I help you?” “Well, perhaps. I am the newly assigned forest ranger for this district. I am meeting all the people who live on the fringes by themselves, and away from centers of population. I saw your name on a list, made up by my predecessor, and so I thought to look you up.” “Oh, well, then.

Have a seat there on the patio and I'll bring you a drink. How about a beer?” “Fine.” He smiled and, turning, sat down. As he did so, she saw the outline of his cock through his pants and knew that this man could give some woman a good time. She tingled in her loins at the thought, as she hurried to the fridge and took out a beer for each of them. “Cans all right?” she called as she came back toward the patio. “Wouldn't think of them any other way,” he called back.

She came from the house and handed him one, pulling the tab on her own and sitting on a redwood lounge across from him. “You have a son,” stated the ranger. “Wait a minute,” she interrupted. “You know my name and that I have a son. But you haven't told me your name.” “Oh, so I haven't. I am Henry Truman, Hank to all my friends. And I hope you will be a friend- and soon.” He was eyeing her curves, generously exposed in her mini-bikini. One nipple nearly slipped from the bandage of a bra over it, and hairs from her bush and about her cunt crept out from under the slight strip of cloth that covered (barely so) her cunt slit. “How old is your son?” the ranger asked, not really interested, as he eyed the plump outline of her cunt through the thin strip of material over it. Mara noticed his look, and rested her legs apart slightly, to give him a better view. She was getting ideas about this man. “Eighteen,” she answered. “Do you have a family?” “I have a daughter, just turned eighteen,” he answered. His cock was getting larger in his pants as he noticed her ease those white, plump thighs apart and saw the outlined slit of her cunt. He spread his legs a little to let the hardening prick have a little more room. “What is her name?” asked Mara. As if I really care, she thought, noticing the growing bulge in his pants. She rose casually and going over to the sofa where he was seated, she sat down beside him and leaned back on the arm, moving one leg up beside her, and casually dropping an arm over it. Her entire pelvis was now open and outlined to him. He could see a dark, moist spot in the center of her panty strip, which told him she was beginning to cream. “We named her Cherry.” He smiled. “With youth the way they are now, I fear she does not live up to her name.” She answered his smile and taking one hand she caressed her breasts and eased one up until the nipple showed above the rim of the slight cup.

“One gets so uncomfortable in clothes, after going nude about the house, don't you think?” she said softly. “Oh, definitely. I agree. If you are used to going nude, you should be natural all the time. Don't let me deter you from your comfort,” he murmured, his cock now pushing out the cloth of his pants in a huge tent. “It looks like you are uncomfortable, also. Shall we both become natural?” she suggested. And with a little laugh, she rose and slipped the bra off, allowing her full tits to swing free. He gasped at the fruity sight, the large nipples full and desirous, and the bobble and weave of the enticing, mouthwatering glands. “Right on.” He grinned, and eagerly began to remove his shirt. In a very few minutes they were both naked, and eyeing each other with obvious pleasure. “You are a very handsome man, Mr. Hank Truman,” she said demurely. She was grasping her beer in one hand and idly caressing a plump breast with the other. Her nipples were hard and peaking, large and full in her excitement. She shifted so he could get a good look into her crotch area. “Well, thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.” He grinned again and leaned back, sipping on his beer. His cock swung out as he looked at her, pointing up and out and then, hardening fully, stood arched back against his belly. She admired it; about seven and a half inches, she thought, and thick enough to fill a woman's cunt nicely. But not as nicely as Tim. She put her beer down arid warmed her hands between her thighs and then scooted close to him. “I like what I see,” she murmured. “May I get better acquainted with him?” “Oh, by all means.” Hank sprawled a bit more, opening his thighs, so she could have better access to his cock. His balls were huge, larger than Tim's even, she noticed, and the sac was tightening with the excitement that ran through his loins. She reached out and kissed his chest and then tongued his nipples, until the little centers stood up like bee-bees. He breathed heavily and caressed her tits, making them swing and tremble. She murmured and slid her lips on down his body, tonguing his belly-button, licking the depression and then down until her tongue was darting out to touch the knob of his throbbing cock.

She teased him a bit, licking his cock, running her slick tongue about the head, rimming it and tonguing the little piss-hole delicately. Then she lapped on down the length of his thick shaft and to the balls. Cupping them gently in her hands she licked them and then, opening her mouth widely, she gently ingested first one and then the other, rolling it about in her mouth. It made him jerk and tremble, and fearing she was bringing him pain, she let them slide out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the shaft again. “Where is your daughter this morning?” she asked him, slowly jerking him off, loving the feel of his cock, the enormous size of the strutted knob at the end, the little line of clear, lubricating juice that ran down out of the little slit to smear stickily upon her fist. “Oh, she and that garage attendant, Jerry, are out fishing on the lake,” he answered, his hips still heaving gently in a fuck-motion, making his cock slip up and down in her fist. “Better watch out for that Jerry,” she murmured, her mouth poised above the purple knob, forming into a beautiful round O, prior to letting the bulk of it slip into her hot, moist mouth. “Cherry can take care of herself,” he murmured, pushing upward, so that his knob rubbed gently against her lips, smearing them with the liquid oozing from the slit. “He gets fresh with her, she'll heave him over to take a swim with the fish.”

Mara thought, I'll bet. That Jerry probably has his beautiful cock up her slot right now. But she did not voice her opinion. Her attention was now taken up with an entirely different matter. She decided to give this man a head-job that would be the experience of his life.

She decided to do the deep suck-job on Hank and make him realize that she was someone to contend with in the sex department. Tim would be gone for an hour or more and that was more than enough time to suck and fuck this handsome devil. So she pushed him into the position she desired, and stretched herself in the position needed to angle her throat the right way, so the big, thick knob would slide down her throat. She began to lick his cock slowly, running her tongue around the rim of the cockhead and over the surface. He grunted and strained in her grasp, his loins roiling with the rise of his cum. He gasped as she slowly slid her lips down over the thickened knob and then, opening widely, took it all into her mouth. “God, you sure are good at that,” he exclaimed, his body trembling with his excitement. She murmured unintelligibly, for her mouth was filled with cock. Her tongue roved it and her cheeks sucked in to rub against the sensitive nerve-ends. He quivered and gasped and his hands came down to hold her head. She eased her mouth downward, feeling the thick vein underneath with her lower lip, and purposely scraping the surface of the area back of the knob with her teeth. He threw his head back and almost bit his lips as he agonized against the power of her suction. Her head eased further down the thickened shaft, and she knew that in one or two more descending moves, she would be all the way there. The thick knob was nosing against the back of her throat now, and she was struggling with her gag reflex, conquering it, so that the thick shaft could slip on down her gullet. She breathed slowly and deeply through her nostrils, controlling her urge to gag.

Then the urge was gone and she felt the slickened, tough, swollen muscle slip an inch further, and the head was lodged where she wanted it. Now it would slip the rest of the way without any problem.

She eased up on her swallowing his cock momentarily, resting, caressing his balls and tickling the insides of his thighs. “Are you going to take it all the way in your throat?” he asked. She nodded. “Go, girl, go! I have never had that done. Do it to me, honey, do it!” Mara was in the throes of sexual stimulation and excitement herself. It never failed to bring her to a peak of sexual sensitiveness whenever she sucked a cock. The hot feel of it, solid and thick on her mouth and throat, the oozing of the slightly salty-tasting pre-cum and lubrication juice, the smell of the sweat and cologne the man used, the close presence of the wrinkled sac and the life-spurting balls, all made her hot and needing, and caused her to be able to reach climax with merely a pressure upon her clit.

She was rapidly approaching that state now. The knob of his cock was well within her throat. She began to run her mouth up and down the stem, causing the head to fuck in and out of her throat, as though entering a secret cunt. She cupped his balls and squeezed them gently and he thrust deeply into her, grunting with the ecstasy of the moment. She reached under and began to twiddle her well-developed clitoris, thrust out and up between the swollen folds of her cunt-lips.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Tim was back from the woods. It was hot and sultry down among the bushes and trees, and had caused him to sweat profusely. He dumped the limbs he had cut on the ground at the side of the small shed at the back of the house. He replaced the scout hatchet in the shed.

Then, going to the outside shower, he proceeded to slip out of his boxer shorts, and to shower, loving the cool, fresh tingle of the water as it cascaded down over his brown body. He smelled the odor of the woods about him yet, and loved the scent of the wild fern and pine. It was turning out to be a wonderful summer. And what with his Mom giving him all the cunt and head he wanted, what more could a growing boy want? At the thought of his mother and his free access to her exciting body, his huge cock swung out and began to harden.

“Down, boy,” he muttered. “You are getting just like a hound.

Give you a scent and you are off.” He grinned at the analogy and, still nude, proceeded up the path to the house. Tim started in through the patio door and stopped. A sound from the room inside made him pause. It was the moaning sound of someone in the throes of some excitement. “Now… who could she be fucking at this time of day?

Did Bill Trooper get loose and come back?” The first thought thrilled him and caused his cock to swell more, and the second thought caused a chill to run through him, and made his cock deflate some. Backing away from the patio door, he moved around to the kitchen and, easing the door open, tip-toed into the house. “Whoever it is, she sure is going after him,” he thought, and with that warm thought coursing through his mind, his cock began to swell and strut again, and the huge instrument swung ahead of him like a club that held a life of its own. He slipped down the hallway and then to the patio door.

There he paused and listened. “Oh, God, woman… you sure do know how to suck a cock,” a man's voice muttered. “Ahhhhh- there-there-I'm almost, almost ready to coommmeee!” Tim peeked around the doorframe and was suddenly seized with a shivering thrill at what he saw. Mara was lying across a man he had never seen before. Both were naked and the man's large cock was appearing and disappearing deeply in and out of Mara's mouth and throat. Tim could see that his mother was deep-throating him, and he also saw that she was nearing her own orgasm, for her fingers were buried deep in her cunt and moving with quick, stabbing motions in and out of that squishy hole.

The man was straining now, his cock swollen larger and much stiffer. It was the extreme moment before the ejaculation, Tim knew.

For he recognized all the symptoms that led up to that explosive instant. “Ahhhhhh-I'm there now-I'm commmiiinng!” The man's body jerked and he held her head in his two big hands. The vein on the under side of his cock pulsed as Tim observed, and then he grew red in the face and held himself rigid as his hot cum sprayed into the hot throat and mouth of the woman. Mara felt the load explode in her throat. She siphoned quickly and, as each slug of cum was spurted outward, she applied suction and drew it out faster, making him feel that his balls were being dragged out through his cock. He yelled and tried to draw away from her mouth, easing his cockhead out of her throat area and into her mouth cavern. There she let it stay, her tongue and sucking motions taking the last of his cum from his straining cock. She came again and again, feeling her cunt strain and tug against her fingers. She fucked her fingers in and out of her hot slit, her hips working in a fucking motion, her clit strutting and quivering. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and her hips bounced and hunched, as she went through final phases of her climax. As he watched the climaxing of the two adults, knowing that the strange man was coming in his mother's mouth and throat, Tim was jerking off.

It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen, and his cock had leaped to attention immediately. His fist closed about it and he began the ancient up and down motion of his hand, feeling his juice surround his fingers as it overflowed from the slit in his cockhead and dripped down his hand. His cock became slick and slimy with his movements, and made little liquid sounds as he jerked the loose skin up and down in his agony of stimulation. His balls tightened and as he saw the pulsing of Hank's cock-vein, knowing the man was coming, he grunted softly and, holding his cock tightly, felt his cum leap from him and spray out upon the floor. Hank's cock softened and slipped from Mara's mouth with a soft plop. She sighed and swallowed the last of the cum she had in her mouth and throat and laid her head upon his belly, feeling his hurried panting. Tim walked into the room, his still rampant cock swinging before him, a thin string of cum hanging from the knob. The man started as he saw the boy. “What- who-?”

Mara opened her eyes and smiled up at Tim. “Hi, honey. Meet Hank.

Hank, this is my son, Tim.” Hank took a hand from the full tit of Tim's mother and held it out to the boy. “Hi there, Tim. Glad to meet you. Your Mom's some woman, you know that?” Tim smiled and sat in the chair across the room from them. “Sure, I know that, Hank.” His cock began to soften and lay down across his full thigh, the knob slick with his cum. He leaned his head back and looked at the two adults. “You sure were going at it a moment ago.” Mara sighed and straightened, and leaned back, crossing her legs and letting Tim see the full gaping of her still drooling cunt. Some of Hank's white cum slipped out of the hot canal and oozed into the sofa covering.

“This is Hank Truman,” she told Tim. “He is the new forest ranger assigned to this area. He heard of us living on the island and came to pay us a call.” “Where are you living?” asked Tim. His cock stirred a little, he noticed Mara's cunt quivering and contracting as she began to relax the muscles more. “Oh, nowhere right now,” said Hank. “My daughter and I-” “Do you have a daughter? How old is she?” “She is eighteen and lives with me.” “Great. Say, Mom. Why don't we put Hank and his daughter up until they find a place? Seems like you two have got real acquainted and they could stay in our spare rooms.” “Sure, why not?” Mara was all for it. She liked what she had just gotten. And who knows, she might come to really like it as much as if not more than Tim. After all, how long could a woman continue to fuck her own son? When they had dressed and eaten the salad and a small steak each that Mara had fixed, they rested on the patio for a short while and then, deciding to swim, ran down to the beach area, still nude, and dived into the water. Hank and Tim immediately swam a race to see who could reach the float first, while Mara swam out more leisurely. She had just pulled herself upon the float and was teasing Hank's cock to a hard-on, when she heard the mutter of a motorboat coming out toward the island. She ceased her teasing and allowed his stand to subside, while they watched the boat approach.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Cherry pointed to the float. “There's Dad, now, Jerry. And with a woman and a boy.” Jerry was eyeing the gorgeous bounce and sway of Cherry's large tits, the raised nipples spearing the material with every sway and turn of the boat. He saw the outlined slit of her cunt in her tight bikini, outlining her cunt perfectly, and his cock began to make its presence known. “Yeah,” he muttered, “that's Mara Fletcher and her son, Tim.” “Do they own the whole island?” she wanted to know. She turned on her seat amidships to stare over at the pleasantly green and wooded island in the middle of the lake. “So I hear,” he told her. “Her husband left her with a bundle.” “And some day her son will inherit that bundle,” Cherry mused, her eyes gleaming. “You know, he looks better and better the closer we get. Go over to the float, Jerry.” Jerry grunted and turned the boat toward the float, where he saw now that the occupants were nude. “Oh golly,” squealed Cherry, “Look at them! They are all naked. Goodie!” “Hey, sit down, what are you doing?” Jerry yelled at her. Cherry had risen and was rapidly getting out of her halter and bikini. Not that it took long to do so, for they were almost skin-tight and weighed all of two ounces, both pieces. In a moment she sat down, seeing how she was causing the boat to yaw and turn. But as she did so, she stripped the bikini over her feet and shouted, “WEEEeeee! I made it!” and waved at the three now clearly discernible on the float. Jerry was about to go out of his mind.

His cock was so hard, as he watched the tip and sway, the bounce and jiggle of the young girl's body. Her tits were not large, but were firm and pointed upward and outward away from the center of her chest, with large, puffy centers, topped by cherry-red nipples that were standing in full attention. Her thighs were spread and he could see the beginning of her slit under the whorl of hair that was the color of that on her head, proving she was a pure blond. Her belly was slim, with a delectable dimple for a button, and her thighs were tight and strong from playing a lot of tennis, and clasping boys about the waist as they mounted and rode her to completion. He slowed the boat and then it nosed against the float and Tim reached down and caught it, holding it close to the side. Cherry's eyes widened and she could not believe the sight of the half-hard monster of a cock that dangled from Tim's crotch. She glanced over at her father and he grinned at her and winked, knowing her thoughts. He was big- almost huge, but this kid had him beat a country mile! She licked her lips and felt faint as she thought of what could very web transpire between them before too much longer. He reached down and held out his hand to her, and as he did so, his eyes catching sight of her nude body, her strutting nipples and the slick, gleaming cleft of her cunt, his cock hardened more and swung up and out to stand half-hard, its small blind eye staring at her from the purplish swell of the knob.

“Hi,” he said to her, and taking her hand, he pulled her to the float. As she stepped over the edge, Jerry nearly creamed his swimsuit, as her thighs spread and he caught a full look at her hairy, pink-lipped vulva, fresh and girl-wanting, gleaming with the juices of her desires. He held the boat against the float until Tim wrapped the line about the stanchion and then he turned off the motor and stepped onto the surface of the wavering platform. “Hi, Jerry,” Mara called. She patted the plank beside her. “Come set down. You have met Mr. Truman, haven't you?” “Yeah. How are you, Mr. Truman?” Jerry held out his hand and shook with the other man. “Fine, Jerry.

Say, you are the odd man out, did you know that?” “Oh? How do you mean?” Hank gestured to his suit and then to the rest of them nude and reclining, cunts and cocks in full exposure. Hank's rod was about half-hard from Mara's teasing of it, and Cherry had settled right down beside the boy, and the warm pressure of her thigh against his sent his cock from half-stance to full attention. It bobbed furiously from the pounding of his heart, and a little clear liquid oozed from the piss-slit and ran down its side, and onto his wrinkled nut-sac. “Oh, I see. Okay. Like the man said, if you can't lick em, join em! And I sure as hell don't want to lick much. You know what I want to do!” He grinned at Mara. Rising, he rapidly slipped from his trunks, and his bit cock swung out and up, at right angles from his body, the cleanly stripped knob swelling with passion, and his desire to dive into either of the ripe bodies before him. “Now, everyone is comfortable. Let's just talk and do what comes naturally,” Mara suggested, reaching over and grasping Jerry's cock. She gave it a quick up and down tug, making the foreskin fold up over the swollen knob and then down again, baring it slick and dark in the sunlight.

“Gee, this is wild,” murmured Cherry. Her eyes were upon the gigantic cock of Tim's, as it swung upward from his bush, arched and throbbing, a little oozing of pre-cum slipping out of the piss-slit.

“I have never seen so many cocks and naked dames in my life,” she giggled. “Can I touch?” She reached out with one finger and put it on the head of Jerry's cock and smeared his come-juice around on the dark knob. “How about let's you and me swim?” Tim whispered to her, one of his hands cupping around her ripe tit. “Sure. That was the reason I came out here- among other things.” She grinned at him. She leaped to her feet, all her ripe young flesh bouncing. “Last one in's a monkey's uncle,” she yelled and dived in, going deep and angling away from the float. Tim was right behind her. She was a very good swimmer, and swam deeply, coming up only to gasp for air and sounding the bottom again. Tim came to her and motioned to her. She followed him and saw that he was taking her under the float. He put a finger to his lips for her to be still, and they eased up out of the water, slowly, to find a six-inch air pocket under the plank flooring of the float. “Shhh,” he cautioned her. He swam over and put his arms around her and they kissed, tongues exploring. He whispered, breathed it, into her ear so those on the float would not hear them.

“They are both going to fuck my mom, so be still and listen.”

“Can she take both of them at once?” she breathed back. He nodded, and then his hands were full of her tits, making them become excited and the nipples bulge out of the center like little apples. He bent his head and sucked them, first one and then the other, running his hot tongue over their surface, and sucking them wetly between his lips. She breathed hard, holding on to his shoulders. He in turn was holding on to two cross-bars that ran under the wooden planking, holding the oil-barrel float together. There was plenty of room under the float. “Listen,” he whispered to her, and one of his hands cupped between her legs and his fingers began to rub the hardening little clit at the top of her slit. “Oooohhhh, that feels good,” she breathed to him. “Listen,” he told her again. She ceased talking and turned her ear upward, listening to what was going on, on top of the float above them. “Those kids disappeared real quick,” they heard Hank observe. He must have shifted to look for them.

“Don't worry about them, honey,” Mara's deep tones came to the young people under the float. “Tim is an excellent swimmer, and it seems Cherry is too.” She paused and then continued. “Say, does Cherry live up to her name? Is she one?” “One-? Oh, you mean a cherry. Afraid not.” “Why do you say that.” Jerry must have caressed her intimately for she spoke to him. “Jerry, if you don't stop, I will have to crawl on top of you and fuck you right through those planks.” She gasped loudly and Cherry giggled in Tim's ear.

“I'll bet she would take both of them, if one of them would start something,” she said in a whisper. “She would and will before they leave. Let's leave and go to the shore,” he suggested.

“Okay.” She reached down and tweaked his cock, and found it half-hard. She smiled at him and licked her tongue across her lips slowly and suggestively. “That is a nice handful, Tim. I bet it would be a nice mouthful, too,” she whispered. “Come on and find out.” He let go of her and sank into the deep water, so he could swim away from the float and not be seen. She followed him in a moment.

Tim found that she was as strong a swimmer as he. He came up for air about forty feet out from the float and found her sounding right beside him, breathing deeply and diving again as quickly as he. Twice more they surfaced and then they were out of sight on the float.

Suddenly they were no longer interested in what the adults were doing.

What they might do, was all that counted right now. He came to walking depth and getting to his feet waded out, wiping the water from his face and jiggling it from first one ear and then the other. She followed him, her young body bouncing along beside him. Finally he sank to the sand under the shade of a beech tree and lay back, she sitting down beside him, and her gaze instantly going to his huge cock that was still about half-hard, reaching nearly to his knees.

“Gee, Timmy, I think you've got the most gorgeous cock I have ever seen-and the biggest.” “Bigger than you ever saw before?

Bigger than your boyfriends?” He looked down and taking it in his hand he ran his fist up and down it a few times, making it harden and swing around to slap him on the belly, the great beef-heart knob covering his belly-button and then some. “I never took a boy that big, nor anyone that big, for that matter,” she murmured. “Can I feel of it?”

She reached out and took it and he removed his hand. She was astounded at how small her fist looked beside the huge cock; in fact, her fingers could not touch around its thickness. He was beginning to get horny and she felt the throb of his heart through his prick.

“Have you ever jacked your old man off?” he asked, his eyes watching the up and down movements of her fist, making his rod harder all the time. “Sure, all the time. And we fuck whenever we want to.” She eyed him slyly. “Have you fucked your mother?” He hesitated and blushed and then nodded. “Yes.” “Don't be ashamed of it. People are what they are, that's what my dad says. Mom left and he started playing around with me. Finally we began fucking and he said that was what no doubt kept him from going to some whore and getting a terrible disease.” She got to her knees beside him. “Can I suck you off? If I do, can you come again right soon, so we can fuck?” “Sure. I can come twice in a row anytime. Sometimes three!” he boasted. She grinned. “That's super.” She leaned over and turned him so his cock pointed right to her lips. Slowly she lowered her face and then her pink tongue came out and licked the knob, all around the slit, and then gave the entire knob a fast lapping, making his nerves tense. She ran her tongue down the underside of the knob, where the nerves center and there nibbled and sucked for a long time. Holding his cock so it would not slide away from her, she opened her mouth widely and centered it right over the slit which was oozing with cum-juice. But her red lips, parted as widely as she could, would not slip down over the knob. It was far too broad. It would have been like taking an entire orange into the mouth.

How his mother did it, he never knew. But he could see that Cherry was not going to get it into her mouth-cavern at all. “Just suck on the end and lick it fast,” he murmured, feeling his cum roiling in his balls which were tensed and drawn up tightly against the shaft of his cock. “I have never seen one that big in all my life,” she told him. She did as he suggested and, sucking tightly upon the slit, rolling his balls in her hands and licking the sensitive rim of his cockhead, soon had him breathing hard and hunching gently at her mouth. “Soon, now, Cherry,” he gasped. She could feel his cock tensing, becoming hard as steel in her fist. It swelled impossibly and then, as she sucked hard, a glob of cum spurted deep into her mouth and spatted against the back of her throat. Fastening her mouth more firmly to the cockhead, she sucked and moaned, as she began to experience a steamy climax herself, her cunt quaking and quivering, letting hot streams of fuck-juice run down her thighs. She breathed hard, sucking in his creamy cum, and then she licked his cock until it was soft and every bit of his cum was swallowed down into her stomach.

“Gee, that was fun,” she gasped, finally letting him go and lying back on the sandy loam. He leaned over her and kissed her, tasting the saltiness of his own sperm on her lips, and her tongue gyrating around in his mouth. She began to breathe hard again and her hips were making little fucking motions. “Can… can you get hard now?” she asked after about ten minutes of that kind of jousting around. “You haven't looked or felt lately,” he chuckled. She looked as he swung above her and his huge, nine-inch cock swung into view, fully erect, making her draw in a deep, shuddering breath again. “God, Tim, you are going to split my cunt in two pieces,” she breathed, her eyes still disbelieving what she saw. “We'll take it easy,” he said.

“If it hurts you, we'll stop.” She widened her legs and raised them, spreading her tanned thighs as he lowered himself to her.

Without guiding it, the huge cock nosed in and touched her clitoris, rubbed up and down the slick, hot groove of her cunt and finally settled its nose at the entrance of her vagina, pressing between the unfolding and hot, slick outer lips. There, once in the right place, Tim let it rest, nestling close and making a little room for itself.

The lips of her cunt folded about it, covering only half of the huge knob, but holding it firmly, as she made the muscles of her cunt work, as suction, drawing it tightly against her yearning love-nest.

Their mouths warred against each other. Her tongue was halfway down his throat, licking, slurping, moaning. Her hands roamed his back, caressed his asscheeks, and one finger ran down the crevice of his ass to finger the puckered little hole there, making him flex himself and drive the throbbing head of his cock nearly all the way into her cunt. She flinched and drew back, then moaned and tried to widen herself so that more of it would slip into her. She rolled her hips forward slightly and shoved her cunt higher, and his cockhead snapped in through the muscular ring of her vagina. She gasped and clutched him about the shoulders and hunched desperately at the huge insertion that had invaded her cunt. She flinched and cried out and then relaxed, letting her heels lower and rest upon his naked, quivering buttocks. “My God, Tim, that's like being fucked by an elephant. Is the head in yet?” she gasped, sweat beading her forehead.

He leaned up and glanced down between their sweating bodies.

“Yeah, it snapped in just then. Let it lie there a bit, and then it will be easier. The hardest part is over.” He settled upon her and caressed her tits, making the large nipples stand up and quiver with his pinching and gentle prodding. Her hips continued to make little fucking motions, so that he was in a continual, steel-hard state of erection. She breathed hard, moaning a little, and then rolling her head upon the loamy ground. Finally, feeling the tissues of her cunt relaxing, he pushed inward, parting them and making the entire vagina walls stretch and ease before him. He pushed with steady pressure until half of his cock was in her, wet and slick, throbbing with his need to shove it all the way up her cunt. Cherry was wild with passion and with pain-pleasure of the moment. She writhed beneath him, her body making patting noises as it hunched rapidly up and down the mammoth cock-shaft he held steady for her to work out on.

Their juices ran and mingled and there was a liquid, squishing sound in the small, pine-shaded Eden. She moaned and clutched him and hunched up and down faster, until her mouth grimaced in the effort.

Finally she approached her supreme moment, her eyes widened and she yelled. “Ooohhhhh, God damnit, Tim! I can't hold any longer! I'm cooommmmingggg!” she squealed and wrapped her legs about him, thrusting up until she encased more than half of his huge rod, and then hung there, suspended, as her body was wracked again and again by gigantic throes of climaxes, one after the other. She twisted and sobbed, and heaved her body against his, making their sweaty skin slap in her motions, her full tits thrusting and pressing into his chest, the nipples spike-hard. He groaned and knew that he was at the point of explosion. He felt his cum gather, poise, and then lift him over the mountain and then gush in a solid spurt into her cunt, again and yet again. Then the pulsations became slower and slower and finally he lay and quivered, his cock still thrust deep into her straining tissues, her cunt stretched impossibly to receive him. All he had spurted out into her remained there, for there was no way it could seep back along his cock, so tightly did it fit into her vagina.

Finally she sighed and murmured, and relaxed, her body lowering to the ground. Her thighs fell apart and away, and as she did so, his great cock, slick and half-hard, plopped from her cunt. Immediately a river of cum gushed out of her between her thighs, making a creamy pool upon the sandy ground, before it sank out of sight. She tugged him down beside her and laid her head upon his shoulder, and holding his softened cock with one hand, she closed her eyes and immediately dozed away. He closed his eyes and drifted, hearing the murmur of the older folks coming across the lake, the soft murmur of the small lake-waves lapping against the sandy beach. He was not asleep, yet not fully awake, when she began to manipulate his tool again, and after a couple of minutes had it standing at attention.

He looked down at her small hand holding his gigantic cock and then into her eyes and saw her smile. “Don't tell me you are ready for it again?” “Sure.” She grinned. “I want to ride you this time. I think it will go better, for I am stretched enough you should be able to slip right in.” “Don't be too sure,” he admonished her, but she shrugged and had him lie out upon his back, holding his cock straight up in the air. The mammoth knob was skillfully skinned back by her fist, and she licked it, to make some of the clear pre-cum juice flow out upon the surface. She straddled him then, rising until she was directly over his cock, her cleft slowly descending until the purple head fitted slickly into the slit between her legs. She murmured in pleasure, and wiggled side to side, making it slip further into her cunt, and then suddenly the knob popped its purple form into her vagina, the lips of her cunt fastening about it tightly. “God, that's good,” she told him, her lips open, her eyes widened and glassy at the concentration of her feelings in her loins. She gritted her teeth and pushed down upon the shaft and, having been there; before, the great form slowly disappeared into her flesh, her cunt widening and stretching until it seemed it must split from the tension. She groaned and rolled her head and held still for a moment, her breath panting. Tim reached up and began to play with her large tits, fingering the nipples, making them long and red from his pressure. He rolled them against one another, and then squeezed them until she grunted with pain. He rubbed her sides gently, as his mother had taught him to do, and then reaching around, fondled her butt-cheeks, easing a finger into the crevice between them, and finding the little puckered asshole, and playing with it with his fingertips. He eased his finger down and moistened it with her own cunt-juice and then brought it back up and lubricated her anus. Then, working gently, he worked his finger into her ass, until it was in up to the first and then the second knuckle. “Have you ever ass-fucked?” he asked her. “Once or twice,” she muttered, beginning to move downward against him, intent upon getting as much of the gigantic pole into her cunt as possible. “But I don't like it as well as cunt-fucking.” “I will teach you how to like it,” he told her, fingering her there good. She was gasping for breath, and her hips began flexing, making small fucking motions up and down his cock.

“I just can't take it all,” she finally admitted and, crouching over him, she began to roll up and down, circulating her hips, hunching and flexing her loins, making the six or seven inches of his thick pole slide in and out of her juicy cunt. She was dripping with her juices and he was adding to the flow, making a slick, wet tunnel for his huge cock to slide up and down in. She rested on her elbows over him, and her tits pressed into his chest, making tingly feelings thrill up and down his body, her nipples hard and spiking, her heavy fullness pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing.

Their lips met and he reached around and began to finger her asshole good. She moaned and hunched faster, his cock sliding in a little further. “Thought you didn't like to have anything done to your ass,” he muttered, getting two fingers into her anus and pushing them in and out quickly. “You seem to know something no one else had known, for it feels good when you do it,” she gasped. “Maybe you might get your cock in there, if you tried and were easy.” “We will see. Right now it's just about ready to spout off again. You sure are riding me empty today.” “And tomorrow and the next day,” she gasped, her face red with her exertions, sweat dripping off her tits onto his chest, and their bodies slapping together wetly.

“Promises, promises,” he muttered. Then he pulled her down onto him, and began to meet her thrusts with his own upward thrusts, and she cried out and moaned. Then she began to stiffen on him and quiver and he knew she had reached her mountaintop again. “OHHHHHhhhh, Timmmmieee, i'm coommm-nNNNGGG,” she squealed. “God, it is sooooo gooooddd, don't let it stooopppppp, don't let it stopppp, please!” She reached her climax, went mad and then began to shiver and gasp at the final pitch of her passion and then dwindled off, slowly, slowly, easing down into her satiated pleasure moments, kissing his shoulder and rubbing her tits against his sweaty chest. Tim had come as she did, blowing his hot slag into her cunt as deeply as it would go, making her squirm in her orgasm, and with the feeling of his hot juice spurting against her quivering cervix. They lay on the sand together. Then she rolled off him, his softening cock making a little sucking sound as it slipped from her now well-stretched slit. She sighed and curled against him and they dozed in the warm air under the pine tree, lulled by the lap of the waves on the shore.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mara looked up from the chaise on the patio and saw Cherry and Tim coming down the beach toward the cottage, hand in hand, walking slowly hand in hand. She noticed their lazy attitude, their smiles at one another, but in particular the flaccid dangle of her son's gigantic cock. No boy would walk naked with a girl like Cherry, and not have a hard-on, unless it had been pumped dry several times recently. And she had no doubt that that was exactly what had happened. “Looks like Cherry and my Tim have begun a deep friendship,” she murmured to Hank where he lay on a mattress, stretched and lazy, his big rod lying across his thigh, limp and sated. He raised his head and looked and grinned. “Cherry has probably initiated him into her special fuck,” he said. “She has a way of squatting on a cock and literally wringing it dry.” She looked at him with an unsmiling gaze. “Do you fuck your daughter, Hank?”

He looked at her and hesitated. “Why do you ask?” “Well, you're freewheeling about sex and the naked body in front of her. You did not hesitate to take her on the float with us, saw her fondle Tim and then let them go away together without a word. I assume, then, that you have let Cherry learn all about sex, early and completely-and that, perhaps, you were her teacher in much of her learning.” He nodded, his face serious. “I look at sex as an appetite that is to be fed, a pleasure to be enjoyed, a joy to be savored. And I have tried to teach Cherry the same. Yes, we fuck as much as we want to. And I don't think it has hurt her one bit.” Mara nodded and replied, musing, “It is odd you and I think the same about sex in regard to our kids. Tim and I bang it every day and sometimes oftener than that, according to our moods.” The young people were at the patio by that time and settled into their chairs, leaning back tiredly. Mara smiled at the girl. “Hi, Cherry. Your Dad and I are getting acquainted and he told me about you. How do you like our island?”

“Fine, just fine, Mrs. Fletcher.” The girl smiled at her and Mara was amused to see the daughter's eyes glance possessively at the flaccid cock of her father, which lay peacefully upon his thigh, a little ooze of cum sparkling at the slit in the dark knob. “Well, we are just glad you are here. And your Dad and I have decided that you will spend several days here resting, before he has to report for duty. Would you like that?” “Gee, Mom, I sure would,” Tim interjected. Mara smiled at him. She knew what was in her son's mind.

And she was also determined that this young snit was not going to monopolize all that wonderful cock of her son. Share and share alike, she thought. “I think so, too,” she agreed with Tim. “Now, why don't all you simply exhausted people just relax while I go and finish a salad, make up some tuna for sandwiches and a little piece of ham.

We'll eat it right here.” They agreed without argument and Mara went into the kitchen. However, in a little while Tim followed her. “I think they are nice. It will be a lot of fun to have them around,” he told his mother, coming up behind her and, nudging her with his cock, fitted it into her asscheek crevice and made little hunching motions against it, until she felt his cock thickening. His hands came around front and palmed her tits, rolling them gently until her nipples thrust into his palms. She turned and looked up at him, taking his cock and moving the foreskin up and back over the bulging knob until he was nearly erected, the eye staring up at her nearest tit.

“Tim, I learned that Hank and Cherry fuck all the time. So do we.

So, let's have a party this afternoon, what do you say?” He hunched into her fist and she bent and kissed the knob, running her tongue wetly over the surface. “What kind of a party?” “A fuck-party. Only you and I will start, with you fucking me, and that will get them all heated up, and Hank will fuck Cherry. I think it would be wild for all of us to see the action.” He breathed hard as she jerked him off more rapidly, his nuts firming up against his stem, filling with cum. “Sounds groovy, Mom. Let's do it. Now you'd better stop, or I'll squirt cream all over your pretty tummy.”

“Ummm, I would love that.” She chuckled, then giving him a fast suck* taking the head all the way into her mouth and rubbing it with her hot, agile tongue, she stepped away from him and patted it gently.

“Take it away, darling. Until this afternoon.” She turned back to her work at the sink and he reluctantly went into the bathroom to shower and cool himself off until the afternoon party began.

It was not long beginning after they had eaten the good salad and cold cuts that Mara dished up for them. They lazed about on the patio and in the front room and then got sleepy. They slept lightly for awhile and then Tim was wakened by Mara settling down beside him on the couch and kissing him gently. “Let's begin the fun and games,” she whispered. “Right on, Mom,” he answered, and gently began to caress her tits, making his hands roll their fullness, the nipples coming to life and standing erectly on the brown centers like proud little sentinels. He glanced over her shoulder and saw that Hank was on the sofa, dozing, and Cherry lay beside him, her buttocks thrust against his side. He was lightly dreaming, apparently, for his cock was huge with a hard-on and it twitched and bobbed as his dream took various aspects. “They will soon wake up when we begin to get into it,” Mara murmured. “Let me love you.” She lay down upon him, her soft body spread over him. She scooted down until her crotch was adjacent to his own, and his hardening cock was encased between her soft, plump thighs. She was wanting, her juice beginning to soften the lips of her cunt and drip onto him. He drew a deep shuddering breath and, reaching down, parted her asscheeks and caressed her asshole, reaching further in and gently probing into her vagina. She kissed him, their tongues lashing at each other, and then she sucked on his tongue, making him squirm with the sensitive feeling that ran all the way down to his cock. Then he sucked on her tongue and she humped against him, and his now-hard cock slapped up between them, the knob oozing the clear liquid of his lubricant, which would soon above his cock to slide deep into her dark, mysterious cunt. Their breaths were panting and the couch creaked a little with their heaving about, Mara's hips making fucking motions against him, wanting to feel that gigantic rod slipping up her hot, slick prick-way. “Let's do a 69,” she murmured and he agreed. She turned and straddled his chest and then moved back, her thighs widely spread, until her cunt, wet and shining through her dark hair was right above his face. She lowered her lips and licked his cock-shaft, from balls to the knob and back again, murmuring her pleasure as she did so. Then, seizing the cock in her fist and raising it straight up, she lowered her mouth over the tip end of it and sucked gently on the purplish knob over the slit.

The liquid oozing from the piss-hole slid into her mouth, warm and slick, and she rolled it about, loving the taste. The warm surge of his excitement was transmitted to her through her fist closed tightly about his stem. She felt the throb of his blood as it raced through his body, the quake of the large vein beneath the surface of his cock underneath, through which his warm, creamy cum must How and surge in a few minutes, filling her hot mouth, or her cunt, whichever might be the recipient at that particular moment. She ran her tongue down the length of it, down to the balls and there sucked and rolled them with her tongue and lips, finally sucking one of them into her mouth, causing him to tense and murmur, as the ancient need to protect his seeds from unusual experiences and hurtful seizure crept through his consciousness. She released the nut and took the other into her mouth, making his body move and flex in excitement, sensation and pleasure-pain. Finally she let the big nut slide from her mouth and ran her lips up the now-slick shaft again, to come back to the knob. His loose foreskin had folded up over the head of his huge cock, and the nose of his prick just peeped through the thickened skin. Raising her face directly over it, she opened her lips into a beautifully round O, and placed it directly over the end. Then she pushed the foreskin back slowly and gently with her lips, sucking the head into her mouth as she did so, until suddenly the entire cock-head popped into her hot, moist, tongue-lashing cavern. Tim was not idle during all this. He had come to enjoy using his lips, tongue and mouth upon the sweet-tasting cunt of his mother. There over his face it spread, dewy with her inner moisture, beautiful in its quivering intensity, telling him she was wanting his lips as badly as he wanted hers. Placing his hands upon her asscheeks, he pulled her down to where his lips met the slick, pulsing, waiting labia of the enticing cunt that he had learned to fuck so diligently this summer. He raised his mouth and tongue and licked the slick surface of her lips, then parted them with his hot tongue and, moving up the slit, touched the clit with the very tip. She gasped and trembled and spread more, so he would have greater access to her honey-pot. Her lips were struggling to keep from thrusting downward upon his face to make harsh and heavy fuck-motions. But she knew this would be destroying the delicate, tender, featherlike touches he had learned to make with his tongue and teeth. She drew in a long shuddering breath and took more of the dark knob of his throbbing cock into her mouth, robing her tongue around it, and, reaching lower on the huge stem, she massaged the balls tenderly, feeling them tighten and swell as his moment of climax began to build within him. She did not want him to cum quickly, so she eased up on her mouth, until she was barely tickling his glans, and making him subside in his excitement. It became a long, gentle, growing groundswell of emotion, carrying them both into an ecstasy seldom experienced by either. It was going to be a moment to beat all moments when finally it happened. He was bringing her along too quickly, so she eased the knob out of her mouth and turned her head, lifting her thighs a little away from his head. “Let's do a doggie for awhile, okay?” He nodded and she swung her leg over him and he moved around, so that when they had completed their moves, he was back of her, his long, hard, thick cock lying over her buttocks, between the cheeks, the knob aiming up her backbone. Then she was in position, her ass pointing high, her legs spread, and his cock swung up and under and the knob found the wet entrance to her cunt, gaping and waiting for him, hot and streaming with her thick, slick juice.

Guiding it with gentle fingers, she tucked the broad knob between the thickened outer lips of her cunt, and then eased back slightly, feeling it snap between the lips, past the constricting muscle. He was in and settling upon her knees, her head on her arms, she began to flex her pretty hips gently, guiding him in the motions she wished and the speed she desired. Across the room from them, Cherry and Hank were awake. She had moved around until her buttocks were hunched closely against her father's belly, and his thick cock, slowly hardening as he watched Mara and Tim in their exercise of loving, stuck out between her thighs from behind, the dark head growing and swelling and beginning to drip with his excitement. “Ohhh, Daddy,” she whispered. “Tim is fucking his mother. Isn't this the wildest?” He reached around and caressed her breast, making the nipples strut, strawberry size and pink in the shivering excitement beginning to course through her body. She hunched gently back against him. “It makes me want to do something, Daddy,” she breathed.

She reached down and caressed the slick knob of his cock, moving the foreskin back and forth over the thick expanse of the glans. “Me, too,” he whispered. His eyes were on the impossibly huge cock of the boy, now sawing in and out of his mother's cunt. “Did you and Tim fuck?” he asked quietly as he eased back from her and turned so he was on his back. His cock stood tall beside her, and she took it all in her hands now, giving him a slow, measured stroke as she manipulated it. “Yes. He's pretty good at it,” she told him, “but you know what to do better than him.” “Did… did you have any trouble getting that club of his inside you?” He tugged at her arm and she rose above him and straddled him, her eyes on Tim, as his huge cock disappeared into Mara's slick, hot cunt, and his balls, dark and dangling, bounced against her asscheeks. “A-a little. Daddy, you've taught me how to take big ones, you know that. Now, let's fuck, and quit talking.” She raised over his elongated cock and, holding the knob between thumb and forefinger of her hand, slowly settled until it slid with a slick, quick movement between the pouting lips of her cunt. She settled upon it, letting it slide all the way into her belly. Bending over and placing her hands on both sides of his head, her full, exciting tits bouncing with her movements, she began a slow, twisting, sliding, up and down flexing, taking all of her father's cock into her hot, slick, sucking cunt, feeling the knob strike the back of her vagina, and then ease out all the way again. Up and down she glided and felt it beginning to build within her. She looked across at Tim and he glanced at her at the same time. His huge club was flashing in and out of his mother's cunt now, and swelling, hardening, getting ready to spurt his cum-load deep into her vagina, deep in the dark depth of the mystery where he came from. He breathed heavily, almost panting, and moaned with the pleasure of it. But as he trembled and poised on the brink of explosion, the thought ran through his mind, how wonderful it would be if Cherry and Hank were to stay around the rest of the summer. They could have double fucks all the time, and run naked through the lake and the woods. It would be a fun summer, and he had to admit that he liked fucking Cherry as much as Mara-with Cherry's tightness and muscular control, maybe a little more. Cherry was thinking the same, as she heard her father grunt and moan and then felt the hot, gouting spurt of his cream leaping out in her vagina, washing her deep inside with his semen. She and Tim were good together. Maybe they could talk the two older members into a summer-long vacation. She smiled again at Tim and licked her lips suggestively with a pink tongue. After they had satisfied their respective parents, they would meet in the woods and what a fuck they would have!

Content

Ian M. Stuart
Home-Made Loving

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN