Mara did not answer, her mouth was too full of Bill's cock. Tim did not even listen to what was being said. He was too enthralled watching the huge shaft of his cock move slowly in and out of the wet passage there between the white thighs of his mother. Tim breathed deeply, almost a gasp, as he thrust deeply into his mother's twitching cunt, the heat and the moisture smearing his cock from balls to knob. He was nearing the point of no return and wanted it to last longer; but it was becoming a losing battle. Just as he decided to give it his best shove and let it spurt, there was a great crash at the back door. The door crashed open and a man hurtled through.
Tim caught a glimpse of a uniform, a broad-brimmed hat and a huge black pistol in the man's hand, and then he cried out as he began to come. He jerked himself from the hot, grasping cunt, his cum spurting creamy and gleaming three feet in the air. It spurted again and then he threw himself on the couch out of the way of the man, as the intruder shot to his feet and leveled the gun. “Everyone freeze,” he shouted. “This is the law!”
CHAPTER TEN
Trooper Martin, Jerry and Tim, with Mara bustling in and out of her kitchen with coffee, iced tea and a lace of brandy for the coffee, all were rehashing the arrests that had followed Martin's dramatic break-in at the cottage in town. “Boy, when you dived through that door, I thought the world had come to an end,” remarked Tim, his eyes admiringly upon Martin's uniform. “You were doing all right for yourself,” Martin dryly remarked, remembering the arching spray of Tim's tremendous ejaculation as he jerked his cock from his mother's cunt and his cum spurted high into the air. Tim had the grace to blush and hang his head. “I am just happy that Jerry caught my signal that something was wrong,” Mara said, as she listened to them. “I tried to let him know that we were in trouble by just looking at him.” “Well, apparently your ESP was working, or your eyes are on the same wavelength,” Martin said, “for he was on the horn right away telling me about it.” “What will happen to the man?” asked Mara. “Oh, he is on his way back to prison. The woman will be charged with some minor thing, serve about three months and then get out. She was just incidental to the entire affair. Bill Trooper is one mean hombre and you are lucky to get off as easily as you did.”
She served an evening meal to them and they spent some time on the patio, talking in the early dark of the evening. Finally Martin stretched and rose. “Well, Mrs. Fletcher, I gotta be going.
Jerry, you going back with me?” “Yeah, Marty.” Jerry rose lazily.
He grinned at Mara and she knew what he was thinking, remembering the scene of their encounter a few weeks ago, and then the white scamper of her buttocks as she scrambled for her clothes after Marty had burst into the cabin. Mara and Tim walked down to the quay with them and saw them off in the motorboat, brought over from the main landing.
They waved at the two men and then returned to the house. “We are sure lucky to get out of that mess with no more than a few bruises,”
Tim told her as they sauntered back toward the patio. He put a hand around her and reaching under her armpit, snuggled a firm tit in his palm. The nipple instantly stirred to life. “That we are,” she admitted. “I just hope that he never gets out of prison again to come looking for us. I wonder if Mike did actually cheat him out of a share of money on one of the jobs they did together? Or just hearing of him being dead, decided to do me out of some cash?” She reached down and began to rub the bulge in his crotch, feeling it stir and stand and grow under her hand. “I guess we will never know.” He turned her so they faced and began kissing her, both hands now massaging her tits, then opening her blouse, firming them in his hands, making the nipples strut and tremble in the darkness. He lowered his mouth and sucked gently on them, first one and then the other. She moaned and seized his cock through his shorts and began to move it up and down.
It became impossibly long and hard, running down his pants leg until the head of it was peeking out of the leg of his shorts. “Mom, I think you and me had better do something about this,” he told her, as he reached into her bikini and ran a finger down the soft, wet groove of her cunt and felt the rise and throb of the rampant clit. “Oh yes, son, yes… yes!” She raised up on her toes and her tongue speared deeply within his throat, laving his mouth and inside cheeks.
Her lips suctioned upon his, making him shake with desire. Finally her lips softened and she eased away and slowly unzipped his fly. Reaching inside, she removed his cock and with equal slowness and gentleness began to masturbate the gigantic instrument of love. It oozed a stream of clear liquid that ran down stickily upon her fist and she paid it no attention. She kissed his paps and tongued them until the little nipples thrust hard against her lips. “Tim… did you come, when that trooper crashed into the cabin?” she asked softly, her tongue licking his chest. “Yeah, why?” He was kissing her tits, licking them and making the nipples quiver. “I knew you were nearly ready, for your balls had stopped swinging and slapping my ass. They were tight against your cock and I remember your cock beginning to swell like it does just before you come. Did you come a lot?” “It squirted out about three feet in the air,” he told her, “about two or three spurts. Then I dived into the couch to get away from his gun.”
He was fingering her asshole, pushing his finger into it up to the first knuckle and turning it about. She gasped and thrust back against him. “Do you want to fuck my ass?” she asked him. “I sure do,” he panted. “Right here, right now?” They were at the edge of the patio now. She murmured her pleasure as he continued to finger her.
“Yeah, right now,” he gasped. They hurried over to a chaise lounge. Mara tore the cushion from it and placed it upon the concrete flooring. Then she knelt upon it and bent over the frame of the lounge, twisting so her ripe ass was pointed up at him, her thighs widely spread. She was panting with her needs. “Gosh, Mom, you sure are hot tonight,” he groaned. Taking another cushion, he placed it back of her and lowered to it. His huge cock, hard and swinging about like a warm club, nudged between her thighs and under to rub in the wet slit of her cunt. A flood of her fuck-juice came down and spurted out upon it and the head was slick with her liquids. He felt the warm wash of it and groaned. Reaching under she began to finger her clitoris and the little instrument stiffened and thrummed under her ministration. She began to hunch back against him, her soft asscheeks slamming into his belly. Seizing her asscheeks he spread them apart. “There it is,” he murmured, and fingered the little brown hole there, puckered and awaiting his intrusion. “Be easy,” she breathed. “You are terribly huge to go into such a small place.” “You know I will,” he murmured, as he placed the head of his cock against the brown spot and pressed inward, making it slick with her own juices and easing the head so that it was about half in, the hole spreading slowly as the muscle there loosened. Then the entire plum-colored knob popped into the cavern, the muscle closed tightly back of it, and Tim gasped at the sharpness of the pinch. His balls jumped and trembled as he felt the squeeze of the ring.
“Are you in?” she asked plaintively. “I feel like you just put a ball bat inside me.” “Yes,” he breathed, his breath coming short in his chest. It was a most exquisite pleasure he had experienced. The slowness of the act, the building up of the lust within them, the apparent need of his mother to feel him feed the monster cock up her dark hole, all accumulated to thrill him as never before. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. There was no doubt about it, this was going to be a glorious spurt when the moment came.