“Miss Howard-Mara,” his voice quivered with his eagerness, “you three girls have nearly driven me crazy this week. But you most of all. When I saw that sweet little cunt of yours winking at me, I knew I just had to eat some of it. And, I hope, have you eat some of mine.” “But, Professor James, I-I have never done anything like that.” “Now, don't give me that. A pretty piece like you has been fucked, sucked and shucked off your clothes every time you had a date with one of these elephantine-hung jocks around this school. I know you have lipped many a cockhead, and you are going to nibble a little on mine, aren't you?” He smiled at her and unzipped his pants. “Ummmm, Dr.
James!” Mara reached into his pants and took out his cock, hot, hard and oozing clear beads of lubricating juice already. Quickly he pushed her to her knees and, with her fist clamped about his cock, guiding the knob to her red lips, he had put his hands upon her head and pulled her toward it. It slipped into her widened Lips and mouth and in an instant she was slurping and sucking for all she was worth. It was then that he taught her the trick of “deep-throating.” “Let's lie on the couch, honey.” He led her gently there, removing his cock from her lips and letting her remain holding it as they glided across the room. He slipped out of his pants and shorts and lay down. “Now, you lie down, with your head to my cock. Take it in your mouth and angle your head like this.” He positioned her head so the cock and throat lined up perfectly. “Let it ease into your mouth. Breathe through your nose, so you won't suffocate. Then, as the head gets to your throat, breathe fast through your nose and let the cock slide on down. Alter that it will be easy to swallow a big, hot, oozing cock.”
She did as he directed, swallowing and gagging at first, but slowly getting the trick. Soon he was slipping his hot, slimy cock all the way down her throat, her nose buried in his hair and his cock nestled against her chin. When he came, his cum spurted down her tube right into her stomach. She eased up on Tim's cock and began to suck it steadily, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue lapping and rubbing around and around the huge cock-knob. It was oozing a stream of liquid that was making the inside of her mouth slick and coated. Then she felt his cock begin to swell and harden, prior to his climax. It filled her throat so that it felt like a huge snake trying to crawl down into her belly. She felt suffocated and had to struggle to breathe through her nose. Gently she eased back upon it until the knob was in her mouth again, and there she sucked upon it, drawing and pressuring the strutting giant cockhead until she knew from his gasp that he was ready to come. Quickly she drew it out of her mouth and eased it between her tits, just as the creamy cum began to spurt from the slit. It spread over her breasts, hung in threads from her nipples and slimed upon her belly. She had not realized until now the huge amount of cum Tim ejaculated, he must have a quart up there, she thought. Then the flow eased and oozed out for a minute or two, and finally ceased. He sighed and his tongue and mouth fell away from her streaming cunt. She had come more times in the past half hour than she had ever come at any one time. She was weak, her mouth aching from its activity, and her body felt as though it had gone through a week of hard work. She raised her thigh over his head and rose from him, then lay down beside him on the blanket. His cock lay soft and thick across his thigh, a little string of cum-juice oozing out of the opening in the head. His balls hung loose and depleted between his legs. Getting to her feet, she moved to the water and, wading out to her knees, she sat down in it, letting the fresh water cool her body, lave her heated cunt and ass, and then, relaxing, she lay and floated, her heels on the sand, her eyes on the clouds floating above her. It was peaceful and she knew that she could sleep instantly if she let herself go. She thought back over the past few weeks and knew that it would be impossible to count the number of times she had been fucked by her son. He was on her and in her from every angle and in nearly every hole she had, day and night. He seemed to have an endless supply of semen. He ate like a horse and, replenishing his strength, was at her again. But she loved it. There was no guilt in her now. How long it could last, she could not guess. She was wise enough to know that eventually it all must terminate. Nothing lasts forever.
In fact, she was surprised they had not been visited by some neighbor, or friend, or relative, or official, by this time. But they had not.
The only break had been her trips into the village about once a week for staples in food and other supplies. And she had gone alone. Tim had remained contented on the island. She sighed. She should be guilty, she thought. Having sex with her son, child of her flesh. But, oh, how wonderful it was. How great a lover he was becoming… and she could not envision, at this point, turning from the huge, wonderful cock of his and that seemingly continuously spurting fountain of cum.
She floated in the water and rested, dreaming of the hours and days to come when she and Tim would make love endlessly in their idyll of summer madness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As all things will, the solitude of the summer came to an end abruptly one morning. Mara looked out of the window while she was preparing a late breakfast and noticed a small boat approaching the island from the mainland. Taking a pair of binoculars she kept handy to watch the activities of the small animals and birds on the island, she trained them on the approaching vessel. A man and a woman were aboard, the man piloting it, the woman watching the island through a pair of glasses. Mara was certain the woman could see her as she, in turned, watched the woman. But perhaps the woman's observation could not penetrate the shadows of the window. Mara did not recognize either of the occupants of the boat. Annoyed at the loss of their idyllic days at the coming of the visitors, she called to Tim. “Come here, Tim. See if you know these people.”
“What people?” he called from the hallway. “There is a couple coming to the island and I do not recognize either of them. I thought you might.” He took the glasses and looked carefully at the approaching couple. “I never saw them before, Mom. And they sure are coming right up to our dock.” She could see them well now with her naked eyes. “They surely are,” she agreed. She turned to him.
“Get dressed and go to meet them. Take them to the patio and then call me. I'll be dressing.” She smiled at him and then kissed him tenderly, reaching down and taking his half-hard cock in her hand and moving it gently until he began to stiffen. “Maybe they won't stay long and we can figure out some new way to make love,” she murmured.
He grinned and caressed her tits, making the dark nipples stand out and stiffen in excitement. “I'm for that, Mom.” He gave them one last squeeze and left the kitchen, his huge cock bobbing and waving before him, the big bag bouncing between his legs. He was at the gate that led to the patio when the man and woman walked up the graveled pathway to the house. “Hi there,” the man called. “Are we intruding?” Tim judged the man to be about forty or forty-five. He was deeply tanned and looked strong. Not so tall, but well built. His teeth gleamed white in the dark of his face. “No, not necessarily,” Tim said cordially. “We don't often get visitors out here.” “So Jerry the garage attendant told us over in the village.” They had come up to the gate. “This is my wife, Ruby, and I am Bill Trooper. We are looking for Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Mara Fletcher, wife of Mike Fletcher that died in Angola a few months ago.”
“That was my Dad,” Tim told them, unsmiling, “and Mara is my Mom's name. She said to tell you to make yourself at home on the patio and she'll be out in a minute.” He opened the gate and gestured toward the lawn chairs and chaises on the patio. The man and woman accepted his invitation and seated themselves. Mara had already drawn on a brief bikini, with a loose halter that barely concealed her full breasts, and was observing the couple from a concealed place behind the curtain to the window overlooking the patio. She eyed the man closely. Something there was about him that seemed familiar. Some action, the poise of the head… something that stirred her caution.