“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.