Marie let out a low, whimpering moan of joy when she felt his cock spreading the mouth of her cunt once more. He paused, fearing that he might be hurting her, but she reassured him on that score. More confident, he increased the pressure as her finger glided over her clitoris and intensified the longings bubbling within her womb. She gasped when his cock pierced the tightly stretched hole and popped into her eager cunt.
"Ugghh!" he groaned. "So fucking tight! Mmmm!"
Marie's mouth formed a series of silent "Oh's" and "Ah's" as he pressed against her, more intent now upon his own pleasure, and she felt her cunt being sliced apart by his relentless advance. Once his prick was firmly seated, she lifted her torso off the bed until she was supporting her weight on her knees and elbows. He was boring inward all the time, pumping back and forth with a slow, easy, rocking motion, and soon she felt that her cunt was being stretched to the limit. She bucked back against him and twisted her ass from side to side; he answered with an even more vicious thrust that nearly pitched her forward onto her face. Marie pulled her knees forward slightly and thrust her rump back in an effort to open her twat completely to him.
"Ooohh, fuck me!" she whimpered weakly. "Harder! Do it harder!"
Being fucked in this position, she had always thought, had given her the absolute maximum enjoyment of a man's cock. No other style of fucking allowed her to feel the tool with such exquisite precision, and few allowed such deep penetration. Besides these obvious advantages, there were moments when she definitely fancied being made into a creature of lust, a sexual slave completely at a man's most depraved whim. She had plenty of moments when her desires were of a completely different nature, but at this exact point in time, she derived a great deal of pleasure from passively receiving her son's eager thrusts. His big cock plunged in and out of her slit easily now, and he held her flanks in a death grip as he sought to excite himself to the bursting point. Marie contented herself with an occasional answering toss of her big ass and continued stroking her clitoris with one hand.
She pulled that hand back when he drove all his swollen cock into her cunt. His big balls, tightly packed with jizz, bounced against the lips of her pussy and scraped over her clitoris: she twitched convulsively when she felt the big eggs brushing the most sensitive part of her body. Mike grunted out an incoherent phrase and began fucking even faster. She knew that he was on the last lap, and that knowledge made her own senses hum all the more vibrantly.
"Anngghh!" he suddenly groaned. "Aurrgghh!"
She waited for him to lunge against her one last time and then plaster his quivering body against her butt as his prick blasted out stream after stream of steaming cum. Reaching between her thighs once more, she found his balls and rubbed them lovingly against her clitoris. She could feel them dancing about in the hairy bag, just as she could feel his distended prick swelling and pumping with convulsive spasms; his jism shot against the mouth of her womb in a blinding flood of orgasmic fury and sent her senses reeling with frantic joy. She bucked against him one last time and then felt something pop inside her belly. Enormous waves of blinding pleasure enveloped her, spreading from her cunt and clitoris to every part of her body and infusing her with a delirious pleasure. His cum, heated to near the boiling point by his lusty fervor, washed over the inflamed surfaces of her cunt and made her climax even more intense.
They hung together in that tight, shuddering embrace for several minutes. Mike rocked back and forth, working his prick in and out of her hole a few times, once the most violent part of his pleasure had passed; he knew how to heighten his own pleasure and the friction supplied by her tightly gripping cunt made his prick throb even harder. Finally he wilted against her, but she supported him easily and continued rubbing his bans over her pussy.
"No, don't take it out yet," she whispered when he tried to move away from her. "Stay on me! Stay on me! I love to feel a cock in there!"
After another moment she persuaded him to roll over with her so that they were lying on their sides, him behind her, his prick still lodged in her cunt. She rolled against him and reached between her thighs to caress the mighty tool which had fucked her so well. He said little, having been depleted by his fierce passion and its sudden release, and soon drifted off to sleep. Marie luxuriated in his warm presence, and slowly drifted off to a satisfied sleep herself.
CHAPTER THREE
Marie woke up before her son the following morning. As soon as the fog of sleep cleared from her brain, even before she opened her eyes for the first time, she was conscious of his warm presence beside her. The sensation of being in bed with another person at first reminded her of her husband, then of – Paul she had never spent the night with him, however – and only thirdly of her son. When she moved, she immediately became aware of the strenuous experience she had had the night before the all-out fucking session had stimulated muscles she seldom used in her screws with Paul, and her son's big, stiff cock had left her pussy raw and aching.
They had gone to sleep locked together, just as they had been when he had flooded her cunt with hot, thick cream that last time; his prick had slipped out of her cunt during the night and had allowed the sperm to seep out onto her flesh. When she moved, Marie felt a glowing warmth begin spreading outward from the lips of her pussy. Reaching down to test the slit, she found that it was still wet and slippery. Drawing her finger through the hot, throbbing lips, she bathed her finger in the liquid warmth she found there; the touch had em exquisitely pleasing effect and left her trembling with eagerness. She removed the finger and tasted it – the flavor was a heady, brain-twisting mixture of her own ripe cunt oils and her son's fresh, salty jizz.
Finally, Marie eased herself around until she was looking at her son. He lay on his back, sleeping peacefully; she could see the outline of his cock under the thin covering sheet. The tool looked as big as it had ever been the night before, even when it was thrust into her cunt to the hilt and was spurting out those incredibly sweet jets of hot sperm.
Marie eased the sheet off her son's body, consciously willing him to remain asleep, and held her breath. Gradually she uncovered the meaty treasure which had caught her eye. She twisted about on the bed, moving very slowly so as not to disturb the boy, and brought her face closer to his cock. The tool had skinned itself back in becoming hard and she could see that it was indeed a prime fucking implement. A crust of dried cum ringed the big, flaring head; she could see the gray scales of left-over sperm and at once recognized them for what they were. Holding her hair back, so that it would not drag on his body, she bent farther over him and whaled softly.
That same violently exciting aroma of leftover sexuality greeted her nostrils. The view of his cock, so big and hard, so eminently fuckable even at that moment, made her heart leap with a primitive joy. She ran her eyes over the long, thick rod and took in every detail. She loved the way his big balls distended the bag in which they rode; he looked as though he were loaded with cum and she quivered expectantly when she cast her mind back to the night before and remembered the violent way he had shot his load into her mouth. The memory of his jism, heated almost to the boiling point and sharp with lusty flavors, made her clitoris hum with new sexual energy.