They were quiet for a moment, his cock poking against the tightness of her asshole. He waited, and Linda gasped for air, her naked ass wiggling slowly into him.
"Greg, do you…" she said throatily, "darling, would you like to try it this way? Would you like to stick your cock up my ass, darling?"
He looked doubtfully at her whole. "I don't know, Mom. It looks kinda small to me."
"You can!" she hissed in passion, shoving her ass back hard. "You can fuck me in the ass, Greg! Ooooo, I'd like that! Do it to me that way, baby! Fuck Mother up the ass! Ahhhhhh, stick your cock in my asshole, Greg!"
"Well…" he said. Taking his cock at the base, he pressed forward, watching, ready to stop if she screamed.
"Oooooo," Linda whimpered as the pressure grew against her asshole. "Harder, Greg! Shove harder! I want it up my ass… in my hole!"
He shoved, and the round, smooth head of his cock plunged into her ass. He paused, feeling the tight grip her asshole held him in. "It's tight, Mom! Oh, shit, is it tight!"
"Yes, yes!" she mewled, twisting her naked ass. "Ohhh, it is tight! It feels so… so fucking good up my ass!"
Greg, holding himself still, watched in amazement as his mother moved her ass backwards, sliding onto his cock. It didn't seem possible that his prick could enter such a small hole, but her asshole opened for his prick, and then she was pressed into his groin, his cock fully up his mother's asshole.
"Ohhhh, darling!" she mewled, her senses whirling in ecstasy. "You're in my asshole! Oh, God… you have your cock up Mother's asshole! Ahhhhh, it's so fucking good in my ass!"
Standing, unmoving, he stand at his mother's when she began to fuck upon his prick. He watched the pink flesh cling to his prick as she withdrew until only the swollen had was captured. Then she rode down on him again, going slowly, murmuring in pleasure.
"Ahhhh, baby, baby! I love it! I love your cock up my whole! Ohhh, never had it this way before! God, are you hard, darling! Your cock is so fucking hard up my asshole! Fuck me, Greg! Fuck me up the fucking ass! Ohhhh, I love being fucked up the asshole."
He began to move with her, stabbing his prick deep. The heat of her ass, the tightness, was fantastic. It was so much different than her pussy, so much tighter. He watched his mother's ass wiggle and shake, meeting him thrust for thrust. His balls slapped at her wet cunt as he fucked her. There was a flexing sensation around his prick that delighted him. He clawed into her hips with his fingers, holding tightly as he stabbed brutally up her asshole. The faster and deeper he fucked her, the more Linda liked it. She shuddered with passion, her eyes closed tightly.
Having a hard, throbbing cock up her asshole was all it promised to be. She had known it would be good, and it was. Her ass worked with her son, and she babbled incoherently.
"Fuck… up the ass! Fucking in the ass… screwing in the hole… cornholing! Ooooo… fuck Mother's asshole, darling! God… oh, God, is it good! So… fucking full, in my asshole! Ream me, baby, ream my fucking asshole with your sweet, hard cock! Fuck me in the ass…! Ooooo… shit, shit, shit!"
"God, Mom!" he yelled, stabbing up her ass deeply. "Oh, is it good in your asshole! Ahhhhh, tight ass… tight fucking asshole!"
"Yes, yes!" she squealed, wiggling her upthrust ass furiously. "It is good, baby! So fucking good! Ahhhh, darling… baby… honey! Fuck me up the asshole! Ohhhh, I might… I think… Ohhhh, yes! You'll make me come this way, Greg! You'll make me come so fucking much… this way!"
She could feel her cunt throbbing, and it was strange to her. She had nothing in her pussy, yet she knew she was going to come. She had longed to be fucked in the asshole for years, and now it was happening, and it was as good as she had imagined it would be. She flung her ass about, making tight circles with it as her son fucked hardy.
A yelp of ecstasy rippled from her tight lips as her body shook into orgasm, shuddering violently. Her cunt convulsed, and she was certain her asshole did, too. As she came, her asshole closed around his thrusting cock even tighter, and Greg grunted with his impending ejaculation. He pumped fast and hard up her ass, gritting his teeth.
"I'm going to come, Mom!" he shouted.
"Yes, yes!" she answered. "Come, baby! Come in Mother's asshole! I want you to come in my asshole! Ooooo, yes… do it! Come up my fucking asshole, Greg!"
He grunted loudly as his cock lurched, then he spewed semen far up her ass. He held his hips tightly against her naked bottom, his cock spurting again and again. Linda felt the spurting of his prick and bubbled into a second orgasm, squealing loudly in pleasure. Greg trembled and pulled his prick from the grip of her asshole, sinking to the floor.
He breathed harshly, watching his mother's ass wave lewdly. Then she rolled to her side, her eyes closed, nostrils flaring, her breasts heaving up and down. The expression on her pretty face was one of total satisfaction. She was smiling softly, and there were tears glistening on her eyelashes.
"Did it hurt, Mom? Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, no, baby!" she bubbled happily. "You didn't hurt me at all! It… it felt so good! I still feel you in me! No, honey, you didn't hurt me. You made me so happy! I love having your cock up my asshole!"
Recovered somewhat, he crawled up onto the bed with her. Linda wrapped her arms about him, hugging him tightly and burning moist kisses about his young face. He hugged her back, feeling her naked breasts pressing into his chest.
"I love you, Greg," she murmured hotly at his ear. "I love you so you much. You aren't ashamed about us, are you?"
"Shit, no!" he said. "I think it's great, Mom!"
Linda sighed in happiness, snuggling close to him.
CHAPTER NINE
Frank spent the whole day with his daughter, watching her race about the park like a small child. She was a beautiful girl, he thought. Getting to be big, too. He noticed her tits strained at her blouse boldly, the flash of her long, creamy thighs as she bounced about.
Sitting on a park bench and watching her, he knew instinctively that his lovely daughter was not the same as her mother. He was glad for that. He wished things had gone better for he and Linda. He still loved her very much. If only she had not been so damned shy, he thought. If she had been willing to participate in those erotic things he liked, they would still be together. Sex is a funny thing, he thought. It could ruin people, make them unhappy, or happy. Unfortunately, it had made him and Linda unhappy.
He remembered Linda's long thighs, and felt desire for her. There was something about her, something in her eyes, that told him she would be fantastic as a sex partner if she would let herself go. But she wouldn't for some reason. There was a deep mysterious hotness in her eyes; he had seen it many times. He suspected Linda was an erotic person, but could not get her to open up. The divorce had nit him hard, but he could not continue to live with her. Their disagreements concerning sex and his desires had become more than he could bear.
He knew, too, that Linda had not wanted the divorce. She had cried in court, watching him steadily. He had detected a pleading in her moist eyes, a pleading for understanding. But he had failed to read the sign correctly.
Oddly enough, Frank had not gone out immediately after his divorce and searched for willing women. He found himself diving into work, using it as a tool to forget his misery. At night, he lay in bed and remembered all the good times he had with Linda, missing her terribly. He would wake up on the other side of the bed, and knew it was an unconscious search for her.
Frank wanted no other woman. That was strange to him because he wanted wild, uninhibited sex, wanted a woman who would do anything under the sun. But it was not just any woman he wanted – it was Linda. She was so beautiful, so erotic in appearance. And so Goddamn cold in bed!