He was making little raids against her clit, too, sending his tongue out to brush against it before sliding back to lick some other portion of her feminine anatomy.
He's really good! Ursula thought as she felt the tip of his tongue graze quickly across her clit. He had learned at the beginning of this tongue-job that, he had to be careful handling her clit if he didn't want to have her coming too soon. And he had successfully discovered just the amount of attention which he could give to it. Every time that tongue of his flicked across her little fun-button, she gave a shudder of delight. But there was enough of an interval between flicks so that she felt that this wonderful business could go on forever, now that she had enough time to cool off a bit after each lick.
Jack just felt like he was going to go out of his mind with excitement. His prick was just aching for an orgasm, but though he knew perfectly well that he wouldn't have to do much more than touch it to bring it shuddering off in its come, he kept his hands away from his meat. He was saving this next come of his so that he could really give his mother a bang. He was pretty proud of the way he had managed to get her off so hard the first time, and he was determined to show her that as far as his prick was concerned, he was really a two-shot man.
He couldn't wait much longer on this, though. It was wonderful to lick his mother's cunt, but the more he did it the hotter and hotter he got. He just had to bring her off now.
Jack ran his tongue along her labia in a way that suggested that this was it, that he was working to bring her off, and Ursula was glad that he was. The action he was giving her between her legs was delicious, but she wasn't sure that she could stand much more of it without going out of her skull. "I'm almost there…"
"Almost!"
"Jack!" This last was a sort of half scream as the tip of her son's tongue wound her up just a little bit tighter.
He pressed his tongue hard against her clitoris, and this was all that was needed to send his mother shuddering over the top.
"I'm… coming! Ohhh!" she moaned as her cunt pulsated with excitement, every nerve in her body firing, every muscle trembling!
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" Her pelvis was bucking and heaving, slamming against her son's face, but he didn't mind it. He kept his face pressed against her moist cunt, his lips and tongue still trying to get as much of the fast-flowing juices as they possibly could!
The last spasms died away, but for a moment Jack continued to lick away on his mother's twat. It was too beautiful to ignore, and he just couldn't tear his nose away from something that heavenly smelling.
"If you're trying to lick me dry," Ursula said weakly, "you'll never make it. No guy ever has. I'm just far too wet a broad for that."
Jack lifted his face up, smiling, after giving final lick to his mother's cunt.
"Taste nice?" she asked.
"Fan-tastic! You know, Mom, I almost think that licking a girl's twat is as nice as fucking it!"
"You wouldn't be the first guy to feel that way," she said. "Your father, for instance, is really crazy about licking me."
She saw a momentary cloud pass over face.
"I guess I shouldn't have mentioned your father, huh?" she said gently.
"Well, gee, Mom," Jack said, "This time I really didn't feel bad about having sex with you – I don't know why – but then when you mentioned Dad, I thought that maybe it isn't so swift to be screwing some other guy's wife, particularly when that means that you're moving in on your own dad's turf."
Hearing her son say this made Ursula's clit give a little tingle of excitement. It meant that he was every bit as sensitive and kind a boy as she had always suspected him to be.
"Listen," she said, "your father and I love each other, and for a couple of middle-aged people, that's not such bad going at all. Better than most manage. But romantic hocus-pocus to one side, I think you'll find that there really aren't very many people who are able to stay permanently satisfied with one partner, no matter how good that partner is. And your father, by the way, is very good."
It made Jack feel happy to know that his father was a good cocksman.
"So you and he haven't been entirely faithful?" he said to his mother. All this so fascinated him that he didn't really notice the hunger in his cock that had been built up during the tongue-job.
"Oh, good heavens, no. I think we'd have to be each about half as horny as we actually are to have stayed completely faithful to each other. Heck, when you came in, I was more or less beating myself off. And why not? Clif's been away for a week, and my pussy needed some action. And though I'm very glad that you and I got together, let's face facts – the reason the old taboos weren't able to hold us back any more than they did was that we were both horny. I'm glad you're concerned about your father, but there certainly isn't any need for you to have all sorts of illusions about what goes on when he's away on these business trips of his."
"And that doesn't bug you?"
"Not really. 'Cause if it did, I'd have to feel guilty about wanting other guys, and when I look at something as delightful as your prick, there's just no way that I can keep from wanting it!"
Jack smiled. All this stuff that his mother had told him was a bit of a surprise, but it also excited him sexually to think of his own parents sleeping around a lot. And he didn't feel so bad about fucking his mother, now that he knew that he wasn't luring her away from a life of absolute fidelity to his father. Besides, that remark she had made about his prick had been enough to recall his attention to it, to make him aware of just bow incredibly much he needed to get his rocks off again.
"I think I'd better take care of that before it goes and explodes," she said. "What kind of position would you like?"
"Gee, Mom, you're the one with the experience. What do you think would be nice?"
Ursula thought for a moment. "Well," she said finally, "you've already shown that you know how to play the aggressive role. That was one of the best missionary-style fucks I've had in a long while. How about a position where the woman does all the work? After all, I've been keeping you pretty hard at it, what with having you piston me, then lick my pussy."
"Yeah, sounds okay," Jack said. He was not one of those males with a lot of hangups about showing what a stud he was when screwing. As long as he and his partner were both able to get some pleasure out of a position, it was fine by him. And he was confident that any position his mother suggested would be one which allowed them both pleasure.
"Okay," she said, "lie on your back here on the bed, and I'll see what I can do."
Jack lay on his back, his prick throbbing with eagerness. Man, did he ever need a come! His mother could tell from the incredible tension of his prick how horny he was, and she felt a glow of maternal pride as she realized that she had such a virile son, one who could so clearly get off two shots.
She placed a knee on either side of her son's hips, so that her cunt was right over his turgid prick.
She reached between her legs and took his cock in her hands. She could hear her son catch his breath as he felt the pressure of her hand on his organ.
She held it aloft and then started to squat down, carefully positioning her son's rod so that it was pointing right up into her cunt.
Jack felt the gentle touch of her labia brushing the fleshy knob of his whanger… felt these labia part as his mother continued to lower herself. He looked at her in ecstasy. She was so beautiful, with her chestnut hair, her intelligent blue eyes, her friendly mouth… At forty, she no longer looked like a young girl, of course, even though she was very well preserved. There were faint lines on her face, and her luscious breasts hung a little lower than they would have on a young girl. Indeed, there were even faint stretch-marks visible, where their considerable weight had pulled them down a bit. But she was a very, very beautiful woman, nevertheless, and the slight signs of middle age just made her all the more desirable to him, for they emphasized the exciting fact that she was, indeed, his mother.