Teasingly, she paused for a bit, with his prick-tip just inside her cunt. She could tell the admiration that was in his eyes, and though she wasn't vain, like most women she liked being admired. She gave him a saucy wink while cupping her right breast in her hand and moving it up. Then she let it flop back with a sexy, jiggling motion.
"Mom!" he gasped, "if you keep that up, I'll be coming in about two seconds!"
She smiled, and then lowered herself the rest of the way over his prick.
"Mom! Fantastic! Fantastic!"
At last she was all the way down, with his prick resting inside her body, and her ass pressing lightly against his balls.
To tease him and to prolong the pleasure for both of them, she just sat there for an instant without doing anything, but that didn't really bother Jack. It was so wonderful to feel his mother's cunt around his tool that he'd have been content to remain like that for quite awhile longer. Besides, it wasn't really possible for his mother to do absolutely nothing while sitting on his prick like that. Having her son inside her in this manner really turned her on, too, and the result was that her twat kept giving involuntary little convulsions around his meat. He had to concentrate to keep from coming.
Then, his mother started to lift herself off of his organ again, saying, with an impish smile, "I'm sure you've had all the fucking you want!"
Even though he knew perfectly well that she was kidding when she said that, he was so desperate for a come that he couldn't help feeling a bit panicked anyway.
Up… up… up…
Then down again, down… down… down… "You like?" she asked.
"Keep going, Mom, keep going!" he said frantically.
In fact, her cool pose was starting to disintegrate too. She was a multi-orgasmic woman if there ever was one, and as a result, despite the two comes that she had already had, she was getting pretty damn hot again.
Up and down she moved, nice and steady.
"Mom! Your tits! Let me have your tits!"
She guessed what he meant, and leaned forward, so that instead of it being an up-and-down motion that she was giving to her son's prick, it was more of a forward-and-back one. That way her breasts were able to swing out from her body and within easy reach of her son. He cupped them gently and continued to play with them as she pumped away.
Every stroke of hers made him think that he was going to go off right then and there. But somehow she managed to keep him hanging right on the edge of his come without going over. She did that on purpose, for she knew that one of the basic factors in determining how good a fuck is, is quite simply the question of how long it goes on for. Working, it… working it… working it…
She wasn't having a much easier time keeping herself from coming, for that matter. That prick of her son's was fantastically compatible with her twat, at least as far as things like size were concerned, and as a result, every stroke stimulated her in the most tantalizing way.
The position did give her a certain amount of control, though, over how much her labia pulled against her clit. By altering the position of her body slightly, she could increase or decrease the amount of stimulation she got. And with every stroke her soft cunt clutched at his aching prick.
They were both right on the edge… right on the edge…
"Mom! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder. Man, feels so good! Ohh, fuck me!"
Ursula felt her cunt glow warmer and warmer. She was right near her come… it would take just a bit more.
She just had to see if he was ready, too. Yes, the way his cock felt so tense as it rested in her cunt told her that he was.
Ursula pulled her body up slowly, exposing her son's eager cock inch by inch.
Then, she waited for just a split second, while he gasped and panted, before starting to slide back down, impaling herself on his stiff cock.
He felt it give a final tensing, then go sort of numb. He was right on that fantastic pre-come plateau he knew so well from beating off.
Then, gush! A first gob of cream shot from his balls through his rod and into his mother's cunt!
Gush! Gush! He was coming hard, and the feeling of her son's tool splattering her insides with come was enough to send her shuddering off too. They came together with the force of two busted watch-springs unwinding, every nerve firing at once.
"Mom!"
Heaving, gasping, shuddering, coming.
And then, at last, it was over. Ursula rested on her son's prick for a second longer, then slowly pulled herself off. As she did so, some of his spunk dribbled out of her hole and down her thigh. It had been a wonderful fuck, and she, for one, certainly didn't feel guilty. There was just no way that anything as delightful as this could be wrong.
"You know, son," she said to Jack, "I think we really may have something going here!"
The happy expression on his face told her that he agreed completely.
CHAPTER TWO
Ursula licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed at her son's big prick. That was going to be a real mouthful all right, and her mouth could hardly wait!
She and Jack had been fucking for two weeks now, and had gotten to enjoy it so much that they had continued even when Clifton, Ursula's husband and Jack's father, had come back from his business trip a week ago.
If anything, the risk of being caught made the incestuous fun all the better. There could be no question about it – the forbidden-fruit angle really did make it more exciting. Ursula had been fucked by a pretty considerable number of guys in her time, and many of them were just as good cocksmen as her son. But she couldn't remember when she'd ever had such big orgasms as she got when her boy was banging her.
Clif had gone off to play some golf, and Antonia, Jack's sixteen-year-old sister, was off with some friends. So Ursula and Jack had headed straight for the bedroom. Ursula had suggested that they start things off with her giving him a blow job. He liked having his cock sucked by his mom, so he had pulled off his pants and underpants. It was when the big organ popped fully into view that Ursula found herself licking her lips with excitement.
"Ready, Mom?" he asked.
"You bet!"
Jack sat on the edge of the bed, and his mother kneeled between his legs. Both of them were quivering with anticipation, for both of them really got a terrific kick out of oral sex. Add to that the fact that they got a tremendous kick out of any kind of sex with each other, and it isn't hard to see why Jack's tool was so stiff that it ached, or why his mother felt drop after drop of pussy fluid trickle down the inside of her thigh.
For a moment, she just gazed at the big, thick thing that she was going to take in her mouth and suck until it shot off gob after gob of thick man-cream. Then, she reached out and took the shaft in her right hand, giving a playful little squeeze.
"Nice?" she asked, repeating the squeeze.
"Hooo, boy!"
She took his balls in her other hand and started to gently caress them while continuing squeezing. Jack felt like too much more of this would have him coming, but he had learned from experience that his mother was able to judge almost perfectly how much more attention would he needed to bring a guy's organs shuddering off into their come. And so she was able to toy with a guy for as long as she liked, keeping him just under the boiling point. And the kind of toying with she did was something which most guys wanted to go on forever, even as they yearned for their cums.
She moved her face a bit closer, and slid her tongue out between her dainty lips. She pressed the tip of it ever so slightly against the taut prickskin. The feeling of the little spot of wetness was really something else.