“Don't rush it, honey. Be easy and slow and let's get the most out of it.” She eased back and caressed his balls, tickling him from the roots of his cock at his puckered asshole to his balls, and then caressed the shaft of his cock all the way up its incredible length to where the knob was fitted into the anus. He trembled with her caresses and she knew that he was building toward a crisis. “Easy, honey,” she breathed, putting her fingers to her cunt again and caressing just inside the lips, rimming her sensitive opening and caressing the little clit until her loins began to heave and move under her private finger-fucking. He settled himself firmly and, holding her hips, he eased the cock deeper inside her, making the hole stretch and the tissues within spread at its gigantic girth. She breathed through her nose to make sure she did not let herself get carried away with the moment and the movement. Deep inside her she felt her own crisis building, stirring, pausing and then stirring again. A slow warmth invaded her tissues, firing her blood, rising as a hot flood within her. She moaned and twisted and fucked back against him, feeling the hot thrust of his rod deeper and deeper. “My cock's nearly in your ass, Mom,” he whispered, his breath ragged and panting. “And I can't hold myself off much longer.” “Just a little longer, darling,” she cried. “Let me build up a little more and then we will go together! Ah, damn, but you can sure fuck a woman until she is weak to her bones,” she told him. She was beginning to thrust back and forth, meeting his hunching that was driving the huge cock all the way into her guts. The cock staff was slick with his juice and slime and was slipping in all the way into her depths. He settled into the rhythm and she began to sway with him, moaning as she heaved back and forth. Her full, lust-tightened tits rocked against the chaise lounge, the nipples rubbing and thrilling, and her fingers delved into the sensitive depth of her cunt, making her hunch more rapidly and bring herself nearer to her private explosion. “I'm almost there, Mom!” he yelled. “So am I, ohhhhhhhhoooo,” she moaned, her voice rising and falling. She grunted and heaved back against him, holding there, her ass arched high and her cunt and ass full of fingers and cock.
Then it hit them both the same time. “I'MMM COMMMINNNNGGG,” he yelled, heaving it into her, his balls tightened and squirting his juice deep inside the dark cave of her colon. She could feel the throb and spurt of each load of jism as it lurched from his cockhead, washing the insides of her gut with the hot cream. “WHEEEEE, I AM TOOOOO,” she squealed, and then grunted and groaned, as the squeeze and throb of her own crisis and climax caused her nerve-ends to quiver and vibrate, making her cunt flutter and throb against her fingers.
She moaned and went through one climax after other, as she felt his come unload deep inside her until his cock began to soften. He moved his cock from her with a faint, wet plop and sprawled back of her, his strength gone for the moment. About them the darkness deepened, the night came over the lake and the insects began to buzz and saw, nightbirds twittering and fluttering in the woods.
Finally she stirred. “Come on in, sweetie. We'd better get a shower and then a night's sleep. We've had a hard day.” He groaned and rose, and holding hands like lovers, they entered the house. They did not know that they had been watched. First during the lasting daylight, by regular binoculars, and after the darkness came, through a pair of infra-red glasses, that were developed in Vietnam for night reconnaissance. Hank Truman was the new Forest Ranger assigned to the sector in which lay the lake, and the island that was owned and inhabited by Mara and Tim Fletcher. He and his daughter, who was the same age as Tim Fletcher, were making their first trip around his assigned area. Their camper was pulled into Jerry's garage and getting a quick tune, oil change and lube, and the daughter, Cherry, was nosing around the small shops in town. Hank had walked down to the landing in the dusk and, having already cleared it with Jerry, put out into the lake with his small rowboat. He rowed and drifted until he was around the slight bend where he could see the island. It was then he saw the woman and the boy on the island and watched them approach the house. Taking his glasses from their leather case, he zeroed in upon the two as they came to the patio, and watched the entire performance with growing excitement and wonder.
“I'll be damned,” he breathed. “That boy has a cock like a mule.
Bet he is ten inches long!” Then he paid attention to the woman, not knowing that they were mother and son, and immediately began to get a hard-on as he watched her ass being reamed by the huge cock of the boy. She was all woman, he could see, and suddenly he wanted to know more about her. Perhaps Jerry, the garage attendant, could tell him.
“You mean the two on the island out there?” Jerry asked when Hank mentioned seeing them. “Yeah, I know them. That's Mara Fletcher and her boy, Tim.” “Her boy-you mean son?” “Yep. And he's all boy, if you know what I mean. I seen him stripped once and he's a man where a man should be a man, even if he is a boy by age.” Jerry leered, thinking of the scene in the cabin he had caught as he followed Marty through the door. Tim holding his huge cock in one hand and the cream spurting three feet in the air. “I guess I will have to make a call upon them in the morning,” Hank said, “since I am supposed to know everyone in my assigned area.” “If you get to know Mara Fletcher real well, it will be worth the effort, I assure you.” Jerry grinned. “If you get what I mean.” “I think I understand you.” Hank returned the grin. Later that evening, Hank and Cherry were in their motel room. Cherry was showering and called to her father. “Hey, Dad. How about scrubbing my back for me?”
Hank grinned. He knew the invitation and the hidden meaning underneath the words. Quickly he stripped and, with his rather plentifully endowed cock growing as he went toward the shower, and his handful of big nuts swinging, he slid back the curtain and stepped under the water with her. Cherry was five feet two, with tine, full tits, big nipples, at the moment expanding and growing fuller under the gaze of her father; her waist was trim, her belly pleasantly curving down to a dark brush, under which her pink-lipped cunt dewed as she saw her father's big cock harden and lance out from his body and upward as he stepped into the steamy shower with her. She sighed and, bending over, planted a moist kiss upon the purple knob of his cock, sucking slightly right over the little slit and mouthing the little taste of clear lubricating juice that was siphoned from it into her mouth.
“Ummm, that is delicious,” she murmured and then, taking one last nibble at it, she turned, thrust her ass into his belly and said over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling, “Work for your fuck, Daddy dear.
Scrub my back.” Hank Truman had been fucking his daughter, Cherry, ever since he and his wife had divorced. Cherry had come to visit him for a weekend. Before the weekend was over, he had taught her to jerk him off, had come on her belly, and had then fingered her to a climax, working his cockhead between the small lips and coming there, as she keened and squirmed in her first sexual crisis.
Weeks went by, with Cherry visiting her dad at every opportunity, eager now to enter into their secret play. He would finger her until she climaxed. Then he taught her to lie sprawled, her hips raised on a pillow, while he licked and sucked her pink young cunt, until she came, twisting and squealing at the invasion of his hot tongue into her tender young twat. Each time he would end the episode by either pulling her over his lap, or by positioning himself over her body, and rubbing his throbbing cock up and down her slick cunt until he came. When he felt the first rush of his cream starting up his jerking tube, he would squeeze as much of the head into her cunt between the tight, blood-engorged lips as possible, and hold it there as he shook and gasped, pouring his hot cream into the little nest he had created there. Then they would bathe together and he would let her play with him and suck on him until she had mastered the technique.