Safe enough. The priggish Alice wouldn't invade her son's privacy, nor risk the elements to check the garage.
She pulled him back to the chaise lounge and their eyes met in a solemn pact of total sex commitment. This time she slid her voluptuous body under his and spread her legs. Flood or no, Don came down on top of her with an expression that told he'd reached heaven.
"Oh, May, May."
She felt his huge, hungry prick dig at her outer cunt lips and canted upwards to permit him her pink, wet tunnel. His cock slid into her while their eyes locked in the utter joy of the moment. May had never felt such a delicious first penetration into her hot vagina. She felt he broke some swollen, itching, aching membrane and drove his hot male hardness into the center of her being.
"We-can't last long," she told him. She didn't want him to feel inadequate by the rocking explosion that would have to come all too quickly. They were both sexed up, quivering over the abyss of rich fulfillment.
"Fuck, fuck," she said. "Let it all go."
"Ahhh, ohhh, eeee," he went. He rocked his prick into her, dominating and filling every cranny of her cunt and she knew she'd been destined for young men's pricks from the beginning. Older men could not satisfy her powerful, voluptuous body.
Slowly, slowly he eased down on her, their bellies touching, breasts touching, mouths touching.
The first wild ecstasy for her was the thrill of that strong, young cock thrusting hilt deep into her while they kissed madly, hot, sweet saliva bubbling between them, tongues entwined, hearts pounding furiously.
There was a greater heaven to come. She knew it was coming and that it would drive her out of her mind with joy. She reveled in his kisses, dragging out that pleasure, holding him, bucking up to his cock, warming him with her silken sex tunnel, squeezing his cock with hot bitch desire.
He pulled back gasping. "May, your tits, oh, God."
"Oh, Jesus," she groaned, tensing all over as he assaulted her vulnerable nipples. Huge, racking quivers rippled through her body. Before, when he fucked her and kissed her they'd become equals, no longer older woman and young man, but equivalent lovers. Now he was the master at this point, using her sexuality with male-dominating skill. She thumped her loins and keened, twisting under him.
The flood outside, the rain, the rushing water, the feel of being pure, and warm, and secure in this fuck, against the dissolving world, lifted her right up to overpowering ecstasy. She lost her identity in the wonderful rise to her orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh, Don!" she whined as she felt her body lock in the final, impossible yet magnificent tension. "Ahhhhhh, God!"
THROB! Her cunt succumbed and gloved against his cock as she entered her sweet sex death. Throb, throb, throb. Oh, my God, this was the way the world should end, with these gigantic pulsations of pure molten bitch joy. She grunted and whined and keened her exquisite pleasure at this ultimate big orgasm that emptied off every particle of her aching sex tension. She dug her fingers into his naked back and spent furiously and completely for him, letting him know the ultimate wonder of satisfying a rich, highly sexed female. He cried out in his own pleasure at his potency.
Then his eyes, in front of her sweating dazed face went big with wonder, and glazed.
"Oh, May, I-I-SEED YOU! SEED YOUR GUTS!" he cried.
She felt him quiver to extreme pleasure/tension and then break. Spurt! His cock milked into her with powerful stabs of hot jism. Wham, wham, wham. His inner being seemed to turn inside out as he spurted male ecstasy deep into her body, working off luscious explosions of hot, young come into her rich body.
"GOOOOOONE," he wailed. He hugged her tight and laid his maleness deep inside of her.
Then as the pressure began to ease and the flood turned to less exquisite, tapering rushes of come, he laughed in relieved happiness. His fucked woman lay dazed and glowing under him, enjoying her euphoria, while his own guts glowed with a richness that can only come from a perfect fuck.
He stared up into the shocked, white face of his mother.
"DON!, MAY! Oh, God. WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG!"
Alice Kellog stared down at her son and her best friend in their finished fuck-lock, juices of cock and cunt running between their legs, bodies flaccid with the relief of their sex trip.
May stared up dumbly at Alice, as if she were off in some far country where spoken words meant nothing. The sex had been so good and complete she was beyond caring what Alice thought or said. It wasn't so easy for Don. His mother screamed at him, pounding his naked body with her small fists and crying her distress at this shocking outrage that was twice as horrifying to her as the dark flood waters that roared around the house.
He fled in confusion and shame back into the house. "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry. Sorreeee. It was the flood… it was… she made me… she kissed me."
"It's the end, Don. The living end. We don't deserve to survive. We're going to die tonight. We're all going to die. Your vile sex act… we're doomed!"
Alice had seen the culmination of the vile act on the porch. Just the sight of it almost drove her crazy. May's powerful, punishing loins thrust up under her son's cock as May jerked and moaned her gross animal pleasure. Then while Alice stood there, too stunned to move or speak, her son responded in kind. His naked buttocks locked, he made crazy sex sounds and she could almost see his secret male essences burst out of his body into the fullness of that succulent, hungry bitch belly.
Coming on top of the terror of the flood, it brought her to the brink of fainting. She felt her head go dizzy, her heart flutter in her ears, and everything move away from her.
Then the fury came, sweeping her back into her attack on Don and May. May seemed too sex-dazed to react. She plodded after them back into the house and slumped into her blanket in front of the fire, refusing to answer Alice's furious attack. She was like someone drunk or on dope. Don fled to the bathroom, dismayed, quivering under the lash of her tongue. He locked himself in while she pounded angrily on the door and demanded that he expose himself to her full tirade.
"You're a degenerate! You're going straight to hell. You'll die in this flood with your mother's curse on your eternal soul. That vicious woman she's crazy-but you-you-you'll never spend another night under my roof, young man. I'll kill myself. I might as well. I've spawned a rotten, sex-mad, pus-filled cretin!"
At last, as first anger dissipated, she fled weeping up the stairs to the second floor, hoping to see from the windows that the rising flood would soon carry them off and end her misery.
Sex. Horrible, sickening sex that had plagued her life and now was finally going to see her to her death!
Yet the actual sight of the rising flood waters cooled her angry emotional jag. On one side of the house she could make out the smooth evil flowing lake that the hillside had become. There was nothing out there but a deadly sheath of water. The other side was even worse, because the water ran like river rapids with a rushing, inevitable sound, a symphony of gurgles and swishes under the broad roar of its power. It came down from higher ground to split around the retaining wall and the house, making an island of May's place. When the water finally topped the retaining wall the house itself would become the river bed and still the water would rise…
Alice shivered against the matter-of-fact reality of their desperate situation. It was one thing to cry out for a dramatic death because of the degenerate act of her son and May. It was another to face the monstrous unemotional power of that water that cared nothing about human morals or the good and bad in people's lives. She gave a low moan of terror and misery…
It was true that she'd never really enjoyed sex. Oh, she'd had orgasms all right. Yet the sex act had always seemed demeaning to her, to let a man stick a part of his body into hers and squirt off warm juices. To use her tender, intimate insides to force her to produce new life for him.