Ursula got more and more excited as his lips got closer and closer to her pink nubs. She had breast-fed Jack when he was a baby, and the thought of those same lips now manipulating her tits sexually turned her on.
Closer and closer his mouth got. Then his tongue flicked out quickly and coated the nipple with saliva.
"Ooooh!" Ursula moaned. She expected him to start sucking now, but she hadn't reckoned on what a teaser he was. The flick was followed by just one more, and then he started to kiss elsewhere on her tits.
"You bastard!" she laughed.
He was sensible enough to know that teasing can be fun for both partners, but should never be carried to extremes. He moved his mouth up to her nipple again, and this time took the glowing thing between his lips and started to suck on it.
"Suck me! Suck me! Hungry, baby? Is my baby hungry?" she moaned as she felt the pressure of his lips on her tingling nipple-skin.
He was so busy with her breasts that for a moment he almost forgot about the wonderful cunt that was just asking for some attention. But soon he remembered, and laying a hand on the inside of his mother's right thigh, he slid it up towards her pussy, while she ground her ass-cheeks against the bed in excitement.
He pressed his thumb against her clit, and Ursula pressed his prick in reply. That had been so nice for both of them, that they were almost tempted to just feel each other off. But Ursula had had to do without prick inside her for a week, and she knew what it was she really wanted – good hard beef, smack in the slot!
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned. Any worry she might have had about the incestuous angle of these little games was swept away by the rising tide of her come-need.
And the way his prick was aching for a come, Jack was more than happy to oblige his mother. Already, the female odor wafting up from her wet cunt was driving him out of his mind.
She spread her legs, and he positioned himself on top of her. He'd never fucked a woman before, but he knew basically what it was that a guy was supposed to do. And after all, he'd certainly dreamed plenty about fucking Sherry in the past several days.
Ursula knew that it might simplify things if she gave him a few little pointers, but she decided not to, since she guessed that it wouldn't do much for his ego to be told what to do by his first sex partner, particularly when she was his mother. She'd just have to hope that he was able to figure things out for himself.
As it was, she didn't really have anything to worry about. It's true that for a second or two he wasn't able to find her pussy, but the prodding of his tool against her labia was nice and exciting just by itself. And besides, it wasn't long before she felt the tool press against the right spot.
Jack hesitated a moment, half out of fear, half in order to prolong the wonderful, moment. Then, in he slid, very slowly.
In… in… in… If he didn't just heave in with one big thrust, it was partly because he was aware of his own inexperience, and wanted to be sure not to hurt his mother in any way.
Ursula let out a gasp of delight as she felt her son's thick tool penetrate her intimate feminine recesses. His body was still boyish in some respects, though starting to develop nicely. But his prick was unquestionably the prick of a man! Long, hard, thick, ready for action. Ready to spew forth the load of cream waiting there in his balls.
Those balls were really pulled up tight against Jack's prickroot in excitement. He could hardly believe what was happening.
"I'm fucking my Mom! I'm fucking my Mom! I'm fucking my Mom!" The words raced through his skull, not bearing any feeling of guilt, but rather making him feel proud of his manliness and sexual prowess. He was so grateful to his mother, and he meant to show her that fact, too, by giving her one of the best fucks that it's possible for a woman to have.
After shoving in, he rested in her cunt for a second, and then started to pump. At first he was very slow and careful, too, working his rod back and forth in her eager twat. Eager and slick! His mother was a very wet female, and the realization that she had her own son's prick inside her body was enough to have her cunt absolutely awash in its excitement.
In! Out! In! Out! He started to pick up speed, and style, too. His first thrusts had been kind of nervous and uneven, but now as he pistoned his mother's soft body, he really started to hit his stride, to get the necessary rhythm.
And there, without belittling his own sense of accomplishment, his mother could help him a bit. She had plenty of rhythm herself, in fucking, as in other things. And by the way in which she was responding with her body to his pelvic thrusts, she was able to silently indicate to him just how things should be done.
"So fine, Jack, so fine!" she gasped.
Pumping… pumping… pumping…
"Gotta come!" she gasped. "Just gotta come!"
Getting there getting there… getting there… and then her pussy exploded in a wild, kaleidoscopic display of frantic come-joy, as shudder after shudder of pure female pleasure poured through her heaving body.
"Coming! I'm coming!" she moaned.
And Jack was coming too, in fine, hard spurts. He had felt his tool stiffen, then give a certain little twitch and finally start gushing into his mother's twat at the same moment that her orgasm hit her.
Coming! Coming! Coming!
And then it was over, and they were resting there, cheek pressed against cheek, cock slowly softening up inside warm, wet cunt. It had all been so great.
Then, Jack slowly pulled his tool out of his mother's weltering hole. He wanted to say something, to let her know how much he had enjoyed the fuck, how grateful he was to her for letting him have it. But somehow he couldn't find the words. His mother understood, though, and the smile she gave him showed that she understood.
Finally she spoke. "Want to have a drink, Jack? If you're old enough to fuck, you're certainly old enough to drink."
"Gee, thanks, Mom."
The reason she had suggested a drink was that she didn't want him to start to feel morose guilty about fucking his mother. She wanted to give him something else to think about. And the reason she was afraid he might start to feel guilty was that some funny feelings were surfacing in her, now that the excitement of the fuck was over.
Jack asked if he could make the drinks – he promised he'd do a good job, since he'd often watched his father make drinks – and as he went off to do so, Ursula tried to sort out her feelings on what she'd just done. She'd often felt excited in her son's presence before, and had just shrugged off the feelings. But there is a fairly considerable difference between feeling excited when someone is near you and having that person's prick firing away inside your body.
"Incest, shmincest. What's a word mean, anyway?" she said to herself. But she couldn't quite get rid of the uncomfortable feeling she had. When Jack and she had finished the drinks, should she tell him that they must never again do what they had just done, or should they keep on with the fun and games? On the one hand it seemed safer to put an end to this business before it really got out of hand emotionally. But on the other hand, that prick of his had sure felt good inside her.
Hell, she thought, whatever I decide won't have much effect on what we do. That'll depend on how we feel at the time. Ursula was a great believer that emotions were stronger than thoughts.
Jack reappeared with the drinks. As she sipped her whisky and soda, Ursula noted that he had made it just right. He was obviously a boy of many talents.
"Mom," he said, sipping his drink slowly – for he wasn't used to the taste of liquor, "that was a lot of fun, what we did then…"
"I thought so," she said with a smile.
"But, I mean… is it right? Guys don't normally… f-fuck their mothers…"